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((I think I'm gonna a second/alternate FC as Amber Heard if that's okay with everyone. Not sure if anyone uses her and cares.))

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It had been weeks, almost, since she first felt her mother's presence. It haunted her for days afterwards, even in her dreams. Memories of the past slithering their way into her thoughts and it felt her feeling oddly numbed.

She was a member of House Del'Sun now. Araenis had moved in with her new mother and father, they ones who had adopted her into their loving family. The Darkterrors. Araenis recalled before of Nyxan talking of such a family; her family. The priestess of the Light had fit in splendidly with the people who had a line of executioners and torturers. She fit in as Nyxan's niece, and Aniraethel Darkterror and Vaendryl Dawnrage's daughter-- their only one.

Araenis couldn't quite remember the days after the night at the palace of Del'Sun, they went by in a hazy blur. But within the haze and fog, inside her mind, all she saw was her mother; her birth mother. Long, white hair. Her face, angular and paled, just like her own. Their likeness was extreme, anyone could tell she was the daughter of the woman.

For nights upon nights, the priestess thought about the eery presence she experienced there. The comfort, the calmness, but then she remembered the sudden anger that followed her pleasant emotions.

She could feel her with her, even after she left. Though, the spirit was much more relaxed. No fits of wailing in her long, elven ears. No violent activities, nothing similar to the raked claw marks Araenis had down her backside during the night she first experience the malevolent ghost.

Perhaps it was time to find this presence once more, to truly figure out the meaning behind it's odd behaviour, if it truly was her birth mother.

[regalgorgon]

Nothing makes my day better than a huge smile. This isn't just any smile, but a genuine smile caused by araenis for her tag #gorgeous art on my recent picture..

Lately I've had this funk where I thought I'm not that good (despite people asking if I do commissions), and I don't think I'm that good since.. well.. my art doesn't get attention unless I reblog here to my main blog (this blog has 254 followers and my miss-boa blog has 50).

thank you ;_;

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Arae and her dearest friend aniraetheldawnstar. <3

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Lady Araenis Lux'dorel.

After the meeting tonight at the house of Del'Sun, Nyxan had given out titles to those who wanted them, and those who chose to wear them with desire and purpose. Those who wished to thrive in the riches and glory of House Del'Sun would be able to do so, and help bring back their legacy.

Araenis had never experienced spiritual apparitions before. She had performed one exorcism in her life, and that was it. Her knowledge didn't allow her to fully understand the purging of the Unholy aura out of people. Though, she was still studying to better herself, as usual. Tonight, in the garden of House Del'Sun, the priestess had felt a sense of comfort around the spirit that lingered around her being. She had felt it's wispy grip on her shoulder, though, she dared not face the ghost. She couldn't bring herself to do it.

Perhaps the spirit had gotten too comfortable, and made the other spirits angry that it was associating with a living elf, someone who was not born of pure royalty. Screeching was ringing in her ears as she resisted her urges to cover them with her hands. Araenis did not want to seem that she was going mad, but they had called her name as if they knew about her.

"Araenis... Araenis we know who you are..."

Even now as she laid in her bed, the airy sighs of her name sent a frozen chill down her spine. Before returning to her home, she stopped by at the library in the palace. "House Del'Sun members of the past." The priestess took the book home, and studied it thoroughly, searching for a familiar name.

"Aerlyn Lux'dorel

House Del'Sun healer

Right-hand woman to Sinstrix Del'Sun"

Araenis smiled at the sight of her mother's name, though she did not know of her doings with the Magistrix that is Lord Felano's grandmother. Perhaps she had taken her leave after having the priestess and her sister.

She didn't understand. She had her home in Quel'Thalas, and was her spirit at ease within the walls of the Del'Sun home? Araenis pondered all these thoughts ravaging in her mind.

"Perhaps this is why I feel so content and close to Lady Nyxan... our families were once together in life, and still in death. I must talk more with her about this... for now..." She glanced to her bed as she rubbed her lethargic eyes. "I require sleep." Araenis closed the books, stacking them on top of each other before crawling into bed, pulling her sheets over her lithe body, and drifting off to sleep slowly.

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"Lace stockings are always a must..."

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That awkward moment you reblog a pic you like from someone only to realize afterwards they had reblogged it from you.