By order of the Lich King...

[Let the living join the dead.] 5 by ParrotMcshades on Grooveshark

[hungeringcold-blog]

+cigarsmokeandmotoroil

That's cute, you're bite-sized. The green is a little unappetizing, though.

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I simply used the conditions to my advantage, Ddoll. And you'll be expecting me? How pleasant. Well, Blood Elf. I accept your challenge for a fair fight. The Ring of Trials in Nagrand. You'll get your damned fair fight there. I look forward to it, Horde scum.

Is that what they call it? Using the conditions to your advantage? It sounds more like you were playing dirty-- though, I suppose you could call it safe on your end because you know I would have skinned you alive if confronted head on.

Good. I will see you there.

--And victory will be mine, Alliance trash.

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You're all bark and no bite. As I said, I do not fear the cold. And you are quite vile- I've seen rotting undead with a more pleasing appearance than you. I've killed you once before and I'm willing to do it again.

And you're a coward, Nyxier.

You knew you wouldn't be able to defeat me in a fair fight, so you did the only thing you could do.

And that was catch me from my blind spot when I wasn't prepared.

Trust me, it will not happen again.

I will be expecting you.

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There are none alive who could leash me and I'm quite willing to teach you that lesson. A roach? How fitting. Fits your disgusting visage well. You're not the only one with friends in high places, Death Knight. I do not fear the cold.

Fitting indeed- I am rather vile, aren't I?

You might not now, but that fur of yours will not keep you warm for much longer.

An icy grave awaits you, Druid.

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Agent of the Scourge, Horde scum... What a surprise to see you still alive. I suppose it's only to be expected. Trash like you is never easy to get rid of, is it? How many times must I kill you until you remain dead as you should be?

Tch. Bad dog. Who let you off of your leash?

Of course I'm still alive. I'm like a cockroach. A pissed off cockroach, but a roach nonetheless.

Try all you like, but I've got friends in high places and an axe with your name on it, furball.

[stalwartsentinel-deactivated201]

hungeringcold started following you

…you’re not human. Who are you?

[hungeringcold-blog]

You aren’t, either.

See- I am not entirely sure of that. But my… comrades call me Ddoll.

And you?

/He wasn’t human, and that made him tolerable- for now./

[stalwartsentinel-deactivated201]

-He was wary of those shining blue eyes that hid her emotions well. All he could see was an icy shade of blue that reflected the impression that the way she talked had left on him. The stranger had this air of death around her. He was uncertain whether this was good or bad…but he respected it.-

…you aren’t sure? Hmpf.

The name is Kratos.

[hungeringcold-blog]

No, I am not. And it shouldn’t matter.

/The area about them was freezing- and her gaze just as icy as she met his eyes and stared him down. Ddoll sat comfortably on a rock in a rather unladylike manner, elbows resting on her knees. A thin layer of ice seemed to coat the grass at her feet, and the air around her was thick with death and frost.

The other was tall. Physically strong in appearance- the elf had no doubt that he could hold his own in a fight. His intellect was a mystery for the time being, species much the same. Interesting./

Nice name.

Tell me, Kratos… where are you from?

[stalwartsentinel-deactivated201]

Almia. It’s a foreign name to you, isn’t it?

-Just as foreign as her kind was to him. She was no human, no Pokémon and no Gijinka, not even one of these human-animal hybrids. The glacial atmosphere around her did not go unnoticed. He furrowed a brow when his glance fell on her feet, under which the ground crystallized into a blanket of ice. Not only the way she talked and her eyes were icy - the mysterious woman herself was the personification of sheer cold. The way she sat, her attics, everything gave away that she was some kind of fighter. He was not going to play around the topic, no he wanted to know what her purpose was. This might be interesting for him.

The reptile raised his slowly narrowing eyes again, meeting her line of view.-

‘Ddoll’, you are without a doubt a warrior. I am curious what you call your enemies.

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Foreign indeed. And I'd suppose "Azeroth" doesn't ring any bells for you, Kratos?

/The knight uttered a low, eerie and resounding chuckle as she leaned back and spread her hands out before her./

I call many things my enemies. Humans, most notably. Those fighting against what I believe in. Those who can not keep their mouths shut, and those who think the things they say will do anything to sway me when not backed up by their actions. Cowards.

In short, things that I don't like.

/Giving a slight tilt of her head, the corner of Ddoll's lips twitches back into a smile. Certainly not a kind smile- but not so much malicious, either./

What about you?

You yourself seem like the fighting type. Tall, fit, and no doubt sturdy.

[stalwartsentinel-deactivated201]

hungeringcold started following you

…you’re not human. Who are you?

[hungeringcold-blog]

You aren’t, either.

See- I am not entirely sure of that. But my… comrades call me Ddoll.

And you?

/He wasn’t human, and that made him tolerable- for now./

[stalwartsentinel-deactivated201]

-He was wary of those shining blue eyes that hid her emotions well. All he could see was an icy shade of blue that reflected the impression that the way she talked had left on him. The stranger had this air of death around her. He was uncertain whether this was good or bad…but he respected it.-

…you aren’t sure? Hmpf.

The name is Kratos.

[hungeringcold-blog]

No, I am not. And it shouldn't matter.

/The area about them was freezing- and her gaze just as icy as she met his eyes and stared him down. Ddoll sat comfortably on a rock in a rather unladylike manner, elbows resting on her knees. A thin layer of ice seemed to coat the grass at her feet, and the air around her was thick with death and frost.

The other was tall. Physically strong in appearance- the elf had no doubt that he could hold his own in a fight. His intellect was a mystery for the time being, species much the same. Interesting./

Nice name.

Tell me, Kratos... where are you from?

[stalwartsentinel-deactivated201]

hungeringcold started following you

…you’re not human. Who are you?

[hungeringcold-blog]

You aren't, either.

See- I am not entirely sure of that. But my... comrades call me Ddoll.

And you?

/He wasn't human, and that made him tolerable- for now./

[regalmagnus]

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[hungeringcold-blog]

I can't feel my senses

I just feel the cold

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redscopeless started following you

Bal’a dash, ma-

/Ddoll had been in a rather good mood this day in particular, due to the Noblegarden festivities the week prior, and had opened her mouth to greet the man- cheerfully, for once- before it suddenly clicked in her mind.

He was no elf, no orc, no troll-- Short, but unlike any dwarf she'd ever seen. She had no doubts about the fact that this stranger was Human- and for a moment, the elf narrowed her eyes and stared him down. Even if he didn't appear to be armed to the tooth (quite like she herself was) she was still untrusting of him./

Who are you?

[hungeringcold-blog]

nirkanadeathweaver started following you

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nirkanadeathweaver:

hungeringcold:

Bal’a dash, malanore.

Bal’a dash, angel.

Angel? I am anything but an angel. A bringer of death- a reaper, maybe... but certainly not an angel.

[hungeringcold-blog]

nirkanadeathweaver started following you

Bal'a dash, malanore.

[hungeringcold-blog]

Picking flowers, Bellivaey?

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immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

[She dropped her hand, snorting.]

I’m not going to.

She relaxed and brightened up, giving the other a wide smile.

Thanks!

[Contrary to what was said not moments ago, she quickly lifted her hand and swatted the Warlock.]

Completely deceived. Bell yelped and huffed, both hands going to the back of her head. That armor hurt!

Owwwwowowowowokay.

I thought you were going to start expecting these things.

[Opening and closing her hand, Ddoll flexed her fingers and allowed her arm to fall back to her side.]

I wasn’t doing anything wrong though.

She lowers her hands from her head after a moment, frowning at the other blood elf and then tilting her head slightly.

Are you gonna start doing that just ‘cause?

I will until you start expecting the unexpected. Despite the fact that you may trust me and my word...

[The Death Knight's expression grew stern.]

... There is always the chance that you may be betrayed. No matter who you are dealing with or in what situation, always stay on your guard, and expect the unexpected. That small feeling of doubt curling in the pit of your stomach? Take it into consideration.

[Ddoll herself knew this first hand. Take a good look at her relationship with her brother, for instance.]

[hungeringcold-blog]

Picking flowers, Bellivaey?

[hungeringcold-blog]

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

[She dropped her hand, snorting.]

I’m not going to.

She relaxed and brightened up, giving the other a wide smile.

Thanks!

[Contrary to what was said not moments ago, she quickly lifted her hand and swatted the Warlock.]

Completely deceived. Bell yelped and huffed, both hands going to the back of her head. That armor hurt!

Owwwwowowowowokay.

I thought you were going to start expecting these things.

[Opening and closing her hand, Ddoll flexed her fingers and allowed her arm to fall back to her side.]

[hungeringcold-blog]

Picking flowers, Bellivaey?

[hungeringcold-blog]

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

[She dropped her hand, snorting.]

I’m not going to.

She relaxed and brightened up, giving the other a wide smile.

Thanks!

[Contrary to what was said not moments ago, she quickly lifted her hand and swatted the Warlock.]

[hungeringcold-blog]

Picking flowers, Bellivaey?

[hungeringcold-blog]

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

immolationshadows:

hungeringcold:

[She says nothing, though simply slaps the younger elf across the back of the head with an armored hand.]

She squeaks upon being slapped and huffs, slouching forward and rubbing the back of her head.

Ow… Didja have to do that, Ddoll?

I thought you’d be used to that by now.

I think I need to start expecting it, considering everything.

Of course.

[The knight raises her hand, seemingly to strike her again.]

The warlock immediatley takes a step back and blinks, expression slightly apologetic.

Please don’t hit me again.

[She dropped her hand, snorting.]

I'm not going to.