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Burn Out

((There's like one or two curses, figured I'd drop the post down below the break just to be safe.  Sorry kids no mature language filter here!))

 

 

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Simple needs for a simple girl.

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Her sandals scuff on the ivory streets of Silvermoon as she twirls her necklaces charm mindlessly. Countless thoughts and memories have been flooding into her mind slowly like a sponge taking in water.  Looking up after every minor faded thought vanishes keeps her from running into a lamp or post.  Tired eyes look to the blood stain on her robe as she sighs heavy as his face hits her mind, like he is the stone that just hopped into her pond of thoughts and mucked up everything! * Rude *

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Through Hell and High Water

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“Do not buy wyverns from a goblin, and do not follow an elf, got it?” The elf’s black eyes bored into Moshir’s, her haughty smirk tainted with a bit of concern.  It was, perhaps, his own fault; he had likely not been the first to buy that cursed beast, or the first it had left stranded and alone.  They climbed out of the ravine, the twisted remains of the fel orcs that had attacked them disappearing from view.

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Diary of a Scryer Scribe: Exhaustive Tactics

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Dun Morogh.

Camping.

An experience, I hadn't hoped for.

My hands are frozen, and my energy is starting to grow limited.

Being in a home with constant supply- was much nicer.

East side in the morning.

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Battle Fatigue

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Going on Break

...A mute...

...And a Warlock...

...A new chance...

...A new hope?...

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...A long conversation about relationships...

...A quiet "friend"...

...Yet another crowd...

..."It's not worth hiding these secrets if I can't learn"...

...Where has Kaetja gone?...

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...Hands kept twitching...

...Skull kept as a reminder...

...Treachery....

...Forsaken...

...Scourge...

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...Tired...

...Too tired to go off duty...

...Keep fighting...

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Searching For Zaas; part 2

She slide down the gryphon’s back, cringing as pain rippled in her leg.  The Griffin Master reached for her arm, thinking to help steady her, instead another wave of pain bloomed in her arm.  She smiled at him through it all before moving out of the way of the next griffin.  Pittch was by her side the next instant helping her on his back, his steps going towards the Keep.

Race

 

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            “Hurry up, ya fat fuck! I got seven kills up on you!” Elrin shouted as he sliced his way through another zombie. “Wha’ are ya takin’ a nap, ol’ man?”

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Diary: Page Thirty-six

(( Originally posted September 22, 2006 @ RealmPortal ))

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Lost

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With a heavy breath Lorith collapsed against the trunk of the moist tree trunk, not caring how the spongy ground beneath seeped dampness through her cloak. Tanner, whining softly, padded around her, his ears turning to listen in every direction before he laid down beside her, panting heavily. Lorith's hands were to her face, covered with sweat and muck, her hair plastered back at her temples, a deep gash across her cheek stinging and oozing dark blood. She sniffled, held back a sob, then exhaled deeply, at last allowing her tense muscles to relax, one at a time, so that her legs stretched out uneasily before her, and her hands fell to her sides, her sullied features turned to the sun filtering through the mossy tree limbs.

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