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heyo! i’m so sorry i left this blog in a turmoil and a mess, i didn’t expect to be away for so long and drop contacts. i want to make an apology for worrying you guys and not responding to all my social media. i tend to have a very messy way with cutting ties with people and i know i’ve been a huge asshole.
but h ELL YEAH! i’m going to be reviving @kairozdormu and this blog from the dead, i’ll try to reblog some stuff to get some rp’s going !!
❛ ‘til death do us part ❜ means nothing if we’re DEAD.
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"You're not a monster"
“I do not need pity, kaldorei.”
The words of the elven man were sharp and cutting, tendrils of pride flowed through his words, such terrible arrogance the undead knight held to the words that came from the nightelf’s mouth.
Maybe the words were meant to soothe his sundered soul but truly the deathknight did not care anymore. Words are nothing against him for he was like saronite; cold and impenetrable.
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New song BMTH - Drown
Itharius had been wandering Eversong for quite some time. The span of flawless weather was a nice alternative to the unforgiving region of dragonblight, and soon he found himself lost among the trees. As he ventured further he came to a clearing, which looked to be an unkempt cemetery. Vines and weeds taking over the tombstones that lay about.
“Well this will not due.” Without a moment of hesitation he began to peel away at the vines, and pull at the weeds. It did not take long for him to clear away most of the overgrowth, and he soon began to work at the tombstones. He pulled the small vines away gently as to avoid damaging the already crack stone, and read the name as it appeared “Faltora.”
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It was not a common thing for Koltira to go and visit his brother’s grave. The deathknight tend to stray far from Quel’thalas, the atmosphere of his home had changed to something haunting, something eerie. It was not the same peaceful place that the elf had once called home ever since the invasion of the Scourge and like a shadow that could never fade away, it lingers over the beautiful elven land.
The elf’s footsteps within the forest carried him to the familiar yet alienated graveyard of where the slain elves rest. The scene was a mournful sight, with wild vines and plats grew freely among the graveyard and in the corner of Koltira’s lich blue orbs, the figure of an unfamiliar quel’dorei startled him. Ever since the invasion, the cemetery had been rarely visited by other’s, it had pulled on tender heartstrings of kin and caused much misery for many.
When seeing the quel’dorei was on his brother’s grave, Koltira’s eyes flashed with interest and quiet annoyance, did Faltora knew him in life? The man did not seem recognizable from the deathknight’s memory and as the knight quietly closed in as if he was another wandering wraith in the clearing, Koltira cocked his head.
“ Sinu a'manore, malanore.”
You ARE a monster!
Icy lichfire orbs flashed in quiet shock as the haunting words were carried into the deathknight’s scarred, ripped ears. How he despised the four, sharp cutting words that seem to embed themselves on his dead, hideous flesh and cut through his dried, cracked veins. Hatred, devouring and all consuming loathe for himself began to build up, a lip curled in dark rancor as Koltira’s shadowy tormentors began to blur the edge of his vision.
You will never be good enough. Your people are horrified by you. Sadness and misery will follow you in your footsteps till you are nothing but ashes on the wind.
It was all the truth wasn’t it? That Koltira was monstrosity that was never meant to be brought back in a stitch strewn corpse, his soul pleaded for peace and quiet but being awake in reality was a torment to a tattered creature. There was no words that could properly form on his tongue, it was the plain honest truth that the knight could never run from.
“You..you are not wrong.”
I'm interested as to how their give away is even going to work. Are they going to somehow steal work that matches what the winner wants, or are they going to try to draw something of their own? And what are they even getting out of all of this? They surely can't keep it up.
Yeah, I checked the user’s tumblr out and saw all these stolen artwork from a different artist. maybe followers and more recognition?? i’m not too sure but i do hope tumblr takes down the stolen pieces.
Some AU’s I’ve been planning
Demon Hunter AU
Liadrin becoming a Death Knight AU
Liadrin being a villain AU. hmmm. yes,
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Death Knights do not feel cold
Do you need some warmth?
The WoW hype is strong. Yup.
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the best of me sentence meme
“you know, there are whole civilizations that used to believe they could see their destinies in the stars.”
“it’s a miracle that you’re alive.”
“have you decided on a major yet?”
“it’s been a long time.”
“you look amazing.”
“i’m sorry! tell them i’m sorry!”
“will you grow up?”
“sorry about my friends. they try to be funny but only succeed at being idiots.”
“did you not see the beautiful boy/girl who just pushed a car to try to talk to you?”
“my ____ thinks you were trying to talk to me the other day.”
“you don’t know how to flirt, do you?”
“come on in here. sit down. let’s play a hand of cards or something.”
“maybe i like smart guys/girls that don’t have it handed to them!”
“you know, i just wanted a date.”
“when i was a kid, i built my own telescope.”
“you’re a bad liar.”
“i’d like to do this again sometime.”
“i guess i wanted to do that.”
“when are you gonna let me get my hands dirty?”
“my parents think you’re dangerous.”
“i can’t have you getting hurt.”
“do you want me?”
“i guess i just wanna know if you’re happy.”
“you ever been in love?”
“you just care so much.”
“we need a song.”
“why are you always right?”
“what would you risk for me?”
“just give him/her the gun!”
“if this was the last time you were ever gonna see me, what would you say?”
“you’ve got a lot of good inside of you.”
“he/she’s got a chance now.”
“you are the very best of me.”
im pretty sure rigor mortis kicked in and now koltira’s face is actually stuck like this permanently
i pour alcohol into the gaping hole inside my chest. it does not heal. not today. maybe tomorrow.
marina v., is hope still hope if it burns your throat? (via fox-corner)
Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them. - Closed.
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