The Mother Flame

Adrya Blackdawn of the Moon Guard-US server

[mother-flame]

I wrote a short Adrya thing. @chemicalbydefault @a-disgruntled-dragon

From the journal of Veraxys Felblade

Though​ ​they​ ​have​ ​learned​ ​not​ ​to​ ​doubt​ ​her,​ ​I​ ​believe​ ​the​ ​men​ ​and​ ​women​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Grove​ ​still​ ​fear the​ ​presence​ ​of​ ​their​ ​Lady,​ ​Adrya​ ​Blackdawn.​ ​I​ ​grant​ ​them​ ​that​ ​her​ ​appearance​ ​is​ ​otherwordly even​ ​to​ ​someone​ ​like​ ​myself.​ ​I​ ​grant​ ​them​ ​that​ ​the​ ​chorus​ ​of​ ​voices​ ​that​ ​joins​ ​hers​ ​when​ ​she speaks​ ​can​ ​be​ ​alarming.​ ​The​ ​show​ ​of​ ​force​ ​that​ ​she​ ​used​ ​to​ ​silence​ ​her​ ​naysayers​ ​no​ ​doubt contributes​ ​to​ ​this​ ​fear,​ ​but​ ​this​ ​has​ ​long​ ​been​ ​their​ ​way.​ ​Even​ ​when​ ​I​ ​first​ ​new​ ​her,​ ​she​ ​earned her​ ​place​ ​in​ ​Shadowmoon​ ​with​ ​the​ ​weapon​ ​of​ ​fear. 

 She​ ​walks​ ​with​ ​the​ ​grace​ ​of​ ​an​ ​advancing​ ​wildfire.​ ​In​ ​her​ ​wake,​ ​the​ ​grass​ ​withers​ ​and​ ​burns. When​ ​she​ ​looks​ ​at​ ​you,​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​heat​ ​of​ ​fire.​ ​One​ ​can​ ​never​ ​tell​ ​if​ ​it​ ​is​ ​a​ ​true​ ​heat​ ​or​ ​the warmth​ ​of​ ​their​ ​own​ ​blood​ ​rising​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​her.​ ​My​ ​eyes​ ​sometimes​ ​see​ ​her​ ​as​ ​little​ ​more​ ​than a​ ​flare​ ​of​ ​light​ ​made​ ​in​ ​the​ ​shape​ ​of​ ​a​ ​woman. 

 I​ ​hear​ ​these​ ​people​ ​call​ ​her​ ​many​ ​things.​ ​Her​ ​own​ ​call​ ​her​ ​the​ ​Matriarch,​ ​The​ ​Eternal​ ​Flame, Mother​ ​of​ ​Fire.​ ​Others​ ​call​ ​her​ ​the​ ​Ghost​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Black​ ​Valley,​ ​Specter​ ​of​ ​the​ ​Ashlands.​ ​It​ ​does​ ​not seem​ ​to​ ​matter​ ​to​ ​her​ ​what​ ​they​ ​call​ ​her.​ ​She​ ​looks​ ​down​ ​on​ ​them,​ ​and​ ​she​ ​smiles.​ ​It​ ​speaks​ ​to her​ ​likeness​ ​to​ ​fire.​ ​Those​ ​who​ ​benefit​ ​from​ ​her​ ​warmth​ ​name​ ​her​ ​well​ ​and​ ​with​ ​respect.​ ​Those who​ ​have​ ​been​ ​burned​ ​by​ ​her​ ​call​ ​her​ ​as​ ​they​ ​would​ ​call​ ​an​ ​enemy.

  And​ ​it​ ​is​ ​no​ ​wonder.​ ​She​ ​signaled​ ​her​ ​return​ ​to​ ​camp​ ​by​ ​lighting​ ​the​ ​whole​ ​northern​ ​mountainside aflame​ ​in​ ​a​ ​startling​ ​display​ ​of​ ​Felfire​ ​that​ ​burned​ ​out​ ​a​ ​sect​ ​of​ ​Shadow​ ​Council​ ​that​ ​had​ ​the chance​ ​of​ ​threatening​ ​us.​ ​She​ ​returned​ ​to​ ​us​ ​carrying​ ​a​ ​brazier​ ​of​ ​ashes,​ ​filled​ ​with​ ​the​ ​remains​ ​of our​ ​enemies.​ ​She​ ​presented​ ​this​ ​cruel​ ​gift​ ​to​ ​the​ ​Ranger-Lords​ ​generals.​ ​She​ ​gave​ ​them​ ​ash​ ​and teeth​ ​and​ ​bone. 

Would​ ​that​ ​I​ ​had​ ​been​ ​there​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​her​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​them​ ​in​ ​the​ ​chorus​ ​of​ ​a​ ​thousand-thousand spirits​ ​and​ ​tell​ ​them​ ​of​ ​their​ ​folly.  She​ ​has​ ​changed​ ​in​ ​all​ ​these​ ​years.​ ​I​ ​can​ ​no​ ​longer​ ​comprehend​ ​her--​ ​and​ ​I​ ​doubt​ ​any​ ​man,​ ​even her​ ​husband,​ ​can.​ ​I​ ​imagine​ ​she​ ​always​ ​stand​ ​on​ ​the​ ​cusp​ ​of​ ​becoming​ ​great​ ​and​ ​terrible.​ ​It​ ​must be​ ​a​ ​steady​ ​hand​ ​that​ ​holds​ ​her​ ​back. 

[kafkaepiphany]

[thebluths]

arrested development: one gifset per episode ↳ switch hitter

[archaeologicals-deactivated2016]

From girl to woman to who I am now, from love to anger to this cold marrow,from fire to shelter to fire.

Anne Carson, The Glass Essay (via archaeologicals)

[lingeriebag]

Sakura Corset, Agent Provocateur, $1,355.00
Sakura Brief, $335.00

[shadowhuntersdoitwell]

[90377]

[pigbee]

I’m in love with Matron Mother Malevolence, okay

[the-official-tittynope]

@keytoeverylock because you are so in love with them OK

[eubilla-empress-of-suburbia-dea]

[poetbitesback]

with your angel wing eyelashes and your devil sharp tongue, your promises of flames, of love, sounded like a heavenly choir you made sin look like salvation oh, and my vision has never been this bad, the lines between heaven and hell have never been so blurred but whether it is heaven or hell fire it all burns the same and I am yearning to be red, to burn, to be more than I am

make me holy or make me damned || O.L. (via chlorinecoveredgirl)

[mother-flame]

Such decisions regarding her lover were never final. Alorinis had a way with words, and he wormed his way past her screaming ancestors with ease. When he confrontered her about her removal from their tent, and she told him of her decision, he was at first concerned she no longer loved him.

Adrya loved him from the first. For a century, she thought on him and wondered how different the world would be if she told him of Silas and Verisiel. The thought tortured her more and more once fate reunited them, and it lead them to the marry in the fashion of her mother and father: alone before the Flame with no living soul to witness.

She preferred it that way. Their affair long mirrored that of Rellorin Dawnscorn and Sithesia Blackdawn. As her parents, their relationship had always been something of a poorly kept secret, and a strain on the life of the woman involved.

She reflected on it in the first true silence she had known for days, enveloped in the arms of her new husband. She always clung to him in the night for security, and this night would be no different. Alorinis found a peaceful slumber in their first night alone in their encampment. His breath echoed her own, and she felt its warmth against her shoulder. It felt like their first night together all those years ago just as they had intended. Her own piece of serenity at war. The silence of the fire only made her evening more peaceful. She did not have to enter prayer for her ancestors to give her peace, and they rejoiced with her.

She recalled the voice of her father as she and Alorinis spoke their vows. Its about damn time. It was the first she ever heard him speak since he passed on and joined her mother. Her tears as the matrimonial pyre danced along her fingers were a combination of joy from the sound of Rellorin’s voice and her union with Alorinis. She hoped that this bleak day with the Legion pouring into Azeroth would not be the only one made bright with the gifts of the world.

“I love you, Alorinis,” She whispered to her slumbering husband.

Perhaps he was once the greatest womanizer in all of Quel’thalas, but she loved him anyway. Perhaps there was a time she could not accept it, but that time was gone. Pragmatism gave way to naivety.

If the Legion were to take all of Azeroth, murder her and everyone she loved, she would rest easier knowing that her spirit was joined to her Heart.

@chemicalbydefault

[mother-flame]

The voices of her ancestors reminded her of the Bazaar in the height of its activity. Hundreds of voices no longer a single chorus spoke as individuals. Sometimes, she could not hear Eleneill or Alorinis when they attempted to speak to her. The weight of the Great Flame upon her mind no longer seemed a simple burden to bear.

The Emberhearth lay empty, and she could not abandon the Flame as her people did when the Scourge came. Though the Legion had yet to test their fire against Flameborn lands, many of her people already chose to evacuate to safe ground. At first, she refused her lover’s request that she too abandon hearth and Flame, but as always, he spoke with reason.

Adrya knew she would be needed in the south where the Invasion forces were strongest, but so too did she have a sacred duty to the Flame. To take their many souls upon her and become one with the Flame seemed the only solution. It was comparable to deafening, insistent cries of her children all at once. Some rejoiced in her battles, others dreaded war, and only in prayer did she find her mind quiet.

War within and war without explained her time near Tarren Mill Well. The torrent of invasion forces never ceased, and hours of rest were few. She used evvery rest for prayer. It did not mater if her lover asked her to bed or offered her nourishment. Freedom of her mind was her only desire. 

First, she tackled the gloomy prospect of her always impending marriage. Delay after delay, fear after fear, and now the Legion delayed them further. She began to question if she even wanted to marry Alorinis Bloodarrow, or if she was content to simply be his mistress as it had been for years.

In her mind, she did not equal Eleneill. If she had, a many hundred arguments about where Matriarch and Ranger-Lord stood within eachother’s lives would enver have occured. She could not doubt she loved him, however. Her feelings for him troubled her relationships for years beyond her recognition, and she was more at peace with herself now than she ever had been. Perhaps thwat was why she did not tell him they could marry in the sight of the fire alone and without witnesses.

He said, then, that he would marry her right then and there if they had everyone they needed. She refused to hold him to it. She was prepared for something to go wrong. They were always running out of time, always waiting, always being thwarted by a force they did not control.

She decided she did not want to be the wife of Alorinis Bloodarrow. The window had passed. Her naivety no longer held its sway on her, and pragmatism told her it was a silly dream for both of them. He had his soulmate in Eleneill. He had told her so many times before. Perhaps he was right.

So she put out her prayer fires, grabbed her belongings, and escorted herself from her lover’s tent. She found her way briefly blocked by the great stormwolf bound to Eleneill as it rested outside of the tent.  It lifted its head briefly to watch her, and Adrya stared back at it. Dellingr did not move, but Adrya did. She stepped around the creature and left it behind.

She crossed camp without making eye contact with her own troops. She had real work to do afield before she could no longer hear her own thoughts again. Before long, the fire would rage in her head, and she wanted to be in a fight when it came.

She meant to est her fire against the Legion at every turn until Azeroth burned or the Legion was beaten back.

@chemicalbydefault @a-disgruntled-dragon

[starvedsleep-blog]

[mercilessmime]

Sent across all lands of The Grove, distributed into every village by Grove Wardens, and read aloud for all citizens to hear by officials and criers. Mentions of the lands of : @mother-flame, @a-disgruntled-dragon, @rennali

Notice of Defense and Evacuation

Citizens of The Grove.

Our world is again brought to a time of terror and hardship, beset by dangers that we had thought gone. The Burning Legion is returned to Azeroth, and again they are decided upon the destruction of our world. These are threats we know can not be ignored. We must act swiftly in response to the news that has come from the Broken Shores and the reports of invasions across Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom. As the Grovekeeper I worry for my people, and must act to do all I can to insure your safety.

The invasions of the Burning Legion follow no pattern that we can discern, and we can not say when or if they will ever reach Quel’Thalas itself. While our magic may defend us we have learned before that it is not impregnable, and we would be foolish to act as such. All citizens of The Grove should begin to pack all their important belongings and be prepared for travel immediately. All people should vacate their homes in favor of the protection of the defensive structures found within all of the lands. Those of Quel’Thalas may turn to the mountain fortresses hidden within Storm’s End and Mount Belore, and to the Flameborn ships of the Ashlands. Those of Quel’Athillien should turn to the direction of her majesty, Rennali Sunwhisper, and do as she is instructing for the safety of her people. Those of my people in Kalimdor and Pandaria, I urge you to seek the safety of our protections built near your lands, and follow the direction of your leaders as I have entrusted them.

Those capable of fighting are called to arms. The Grove Wardens are called into service to protect the people and lands of The Grove, under direction of their Warden-Supreme. The personal forces of my lands are to follow the direction of their entrusted leaders and families, but I expect my leaders to protect their people before themselves. This is a time for trained fighters that are prepared for war, not a time for those inexperienced to thrust their life in danger when it is not warranted.

We shall fight back against the Burning Legion with all of our strength, but I must have my people remain strong as they wait. You must be ready to do all you can to stay safe, even if it means that you must flee your homes if we are not victorious. We will do all we can to defeat the Burning Legion, on the field of war and in our hearts.

Serenity. Passion. Growth. Alorinis Bloodarrow

[funnywildlife]

A photographer taking pictures of the Aurora Borealis has captured what appears to be a huge phoenix rising from the ground and flying over Iceland. The Aurora is an incredible light show caused by collisions between electrically charged particles released from the sun that enter the earth’s atmosphere and collide with gases such as oxygen and nitrogen

Picture: Hallgrimur P. Helgason/Caters

[tentacleeye-deactivated20200819]

[inuconen]

@yu-gi-ow

[communist--on--main]

@lotsandlotsofbirds

[blacc-wargreymon]

@galpaladins

[femmchantress]

holy shit

[aquablogsposts]