Shirelle regained consciousness slowly, then all at once. Weeks of living in the jungle with the army caused her to automatically throw a holy shield around herself. Breathing hard, she made herself assess her injuries before opening her eyes. Nothing but a cut on her forehead that was dripping blood down the side of her face. Quickly she healed the cut over, then opened her eyes. The dark explosion that had destroyed the Jade Serpent Shrine had coated everything with a creeping, smokey black substance. Shirelle ran a finger over a tree root, but it didn't smear or wipe off. It was like a poison, leeching into everything it touched. A nearby
The trade district of Stormwind was a bustling throng of people as usual, despite the chill wind in the air. The threat of full winter was on everyone's mind as they hurried to their errands. Concerned eyes glanced to the ominous looking clouds clustered over the harbour. Even the vendors looked anxious; their shouts to hock their wares seemed half-hearted, and many were already packing up or securing their booths against the incoming storm. One lone draenei death knight perused the stalls flanking the side of the street. The crowd parted automatically at her approach, but she took no notice. People standing near her felt the temperat
White blossoms framed by red painted wooden structures. The air thick with cloying perfume and exotic undertones. An occasional fresh breeze that chilled the humidity gathered on your bare skin. If Maerciless had to describe Spring in Pandaria in one word, the first one that would come to mind would be beautiful, followed shortly by peaceful. In the deepest parts of its wilderness, quiet, and untouched. Here in its most populated town, the atmosphere was nearly buoyant. To the unbothered soul, it might seem to be the most perfect place on Azeroth. Maerciless shifted on the bamboo stool, scratching an arc into the dirt with her hoof. It was an
It was tougher than she thought it would be to cut through the bush. The leaves rustled angrily at her as Maerciless forced her runeblade through them, sawing a line from the top clear through to the bottom. The first few times she tried it, the bush grew back as fast as she could cut it, the top glued together by the time she reached the bottom. Maerciless had never been a patient person. Her eyes blazed blue fire as she sent a wall of frost to the magical hedge, and froze it solid. Before it could thaw, or block her in any other way, she rammed her shoulder into it and it shattered, leaving a person-sized gap into the next row. The branches
Maerciless shifted against the frame of the North Gate. The midsummer sun beat down on the top of her head, and for once she was grateful for the envelope of cool air that seemed to follow her wherever she went. It was still hot, but it was bearable. The pandaren Dawn Watchers that she traded stations with were forced into pockets of shade, and she noticed them taking shorter shifts to escape the midday heat. She did not begrudge them seeking their personal comforts: although the tension between the Horde and Alliance was growing thicker every day, it was centered along the southern edge of the continent, in the Krasarang Wilds. With the elim
Shirelle hefted the pandaren baby further up on her hip and took her necklace out of its chubby hands. He waved his hands and made a noise in protest.
“No no, that's enchanted. You can't chew on that.”
He made a grab for a loose strand of her black hair instead, and she winced as he pulled it toward his mouth. She tried to ignore the yanking as she carefully picked her way through the broken labyrinth. He was lucky enough to be alive, and she didn't really mind. If she wasn't worried he'd hurt himself on her necklace, she would have let him have that, too.
The glade that used to house the Jade Witch, her creatures, and the maze
FANFICTION CHALLENGE
A/U Where the first thing your soulmate says to you is tattooed on your skin at birth.
Late nights at the hospital always made Shirelle nervous. Okay, if she were completely honest, anytime she was at work she was on edge, but at least during the day there was so much to do and she was so busy that her mind had no time to wander, and before she knew it her shift was over and she could crash into her cot in the Barracks without regret. There was certainly no time to overhear conversations in the ward she was working about soul mates.
“....and before I knew it, there he was, asking to pet my dog! What a strange thi
All stories have a beginning, much like this one. Stories told of ancient heroes of lore slaying the dragon and rescuing the damsel in distress. Of mighty warriors pushing back the Horde in triumphing battles of violence and gore. How hero's never fell to the hand of the villain and married the princess in the end. This story is nothing like that at all. It is His story, and it neither begins happily nor ends happily. Amboro is our hero, though he denies any of this, this is his tale of coming to Azeroth, and becoming what he is today...
Darkness. Darkness was what he dreamed of, darkness that swallowed him in his sleep, always there, always