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Feral ch.1The raging wind spread the scent of blood far and wide through the woods of Silverpine, enough to draw unwanted attention. As the wolves drew closer to the corpse they stopped dead in their tracks as a larger more ferocious creature appeared from behind the dead animal. The defensive growls of the pack were completely drowned out by the return howl of the larger creature. Suddenly dark shapes appeared behind the feasting beast, their growls and snarls covered the sound of flesh being ripped and torn off from the bone. The clouds in the sky moved to let the light of the moon shine down on the group of savage beings, and as the moonlight shined down one of the creatures stood up on its back legs, letting itself be fully visible. The creature was taller than any man, it had wolf like features. Eyes of dark blue and a coat of dark grey fur covering its entire body. There were bits of torn cloth clinging to its hips and legs and on its hands, which ended sharp gore-stained claws dangling byFeral ch.1 by LifeIsWhatItIs
Being CarelessThe twisting skies of the Netherstorm shifted and surged with magic and chaos. Ley-lines coursed across the atmosphere in vivid display. Flashes of ether-lightning rent the air. The nether-winds drifted over the broken, wasted landscape. Chunks of what had once been a whole and healthy world floated, sailed, and crashed into one another and around each other.Being Careless by AranyaVerSarn
And one mere mortal fancied making this her playground.
A running leap off the edge of a floating "island" sent arcanist Aranya Ver'Sarn freefalling through space, whooping and screaming like an excited girl. Air rushed past her face, whistling by her long, pointed ears. Her spine tingled fiercely, her every nerve was on edge, every muscle tense with anticipation. She wasn't aware of her breath - was she holding it, or had she lost it? Her eyes never left her target. The distance flew by as she dropped, and in the last instant, before the last second that would have seen her falling forever into nothingness, she
Hush Little MurlocHush, little murloc, don't rwlrwl a word,Hush Little Murloc by AranyaVerSarn
Aranya's gonna catch you a kaliri bird.
If that kailri bird won't sing,
Aranya's gonna craft you a diamond focus ring.
If that diamond focus ring won't shine,
Aranya's gonna win you a Brewfest Stein.
If that Brewfest Stein gets cracked,
Aranya's gonna buy you a foam sword rack.
If those foam swords explode in confetti,
Aranya's gonna buy you a mechanical yeti.
If that mechanical yeti breaks down,
Aranya's gonna sew you a black embersilk gown.
If that pretty gown wears out,
Aranya's gonna brew you some Shimmer Stout.
If your mug's no longer full,
Aranya's gonna take you on a zeppelin to Grom'gol.
If that zeppelin ride's no fun,
Aranya's gonna buy you a silver-plated shotgun.
If that shotgun starts to rust,
Aranya's gonna gather you some arcane dust.
If enchantments with that dust won't take,
Aranya's gonna bake you a delicious chocolate cake.
If that chocolate cake gets spoiled,
Aranya's gonna pick you a bunch of dreamfoil.
If those nice
We Do What We Must"It's not over, Sylvanas. Not yet," growled Lord Darius Crowley of Gilneas. His shoulders were set, his arms moved in a gesture of finality as he spoke. To his immediate right, louring in the face of everything, stood Ivar Bloodfang, leader of the feral worgen pack who had agreed to join the efforts of the Gilneas Liberation Front and the Alliance. To his front, and glaring impassively back at him and Ivar, were the hard eyes of orcs, the glowing eyes of elves (living and undead), and the unreadable faces of the dread val'kyr. The Horde's worst. Darius' fingers curled and gripped the bladed, claw-like fist-weapons that he was armed with.We Do What We Must by AranyaVerSarn
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, former high elf ranger-general, now queen of the undead nation of the Forsaken, leaned slightly forward atop her skeletal warhorse, her eerily burning garnet eyes boring into Darius as she spoke in what sounded like an accusing or a reprimanding tone, "You frivolously throw away the lives of your people while your own king sit
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