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crownofearth replied to your post: let jaina proudmoore finally recover!!!!!

What always killed me about Jaina is at the end of MoP in War Crimes she was finally starting to heal and then Blizz ignored that for a convenient shoe-in for Khadgar like!!!

wtb: recovery arc for jaina proudmoore, leave khadgar in legion.

[fatescorned-blog1]

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         She is DISTRUSTFUL of him --- that much is obvious. It is not enough to spur the callousness of her tongue when the dragon offers to help, but to say she knew of his history ( his FATHER’S history, more than anything else ) was an understatement. As Yrel stood with arms crossed over her chest and an expression that spelled her unease, she spoke coolly and without pause. “This world is not like Azeroth. Be careful how deep you dabble.”

[thelightsking]

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     Anduin was silent for a long moment. There were so many things he wanted to say, and yet, he could not pick through the words and string together any sentence that could possibly fill the silence, or in the very least grant Anduin a moment away from the tension.

     Finally, he spoke, his voice low but unwavering. “Why bother coming back?”

[nasscent]

            ❛ Are you finally going listen, young one? ❜   Her voice was soft, an almost warm welcoming voice echoing from the core of the planet where the soul resided. She had been waiting for Wrathion to step up and take his rightful place instead of Magni. Even if he could convey the messages, it wasn’t like the son of the earth warden who could convey her words properly / @crownofearth

[unholysunblade-a]

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     “I was useful to you once. All of your champions were.”

     The air stung cold around the death knight, and she kept her gaze locked onto the dragon before her. Seaandra had been disappointed those years ago that the prince with brilliant plans had disappeared so suddenly, but she found that now, she harbored no resentment. Only eagerness.

     “I want to be useful again. You seemed to know what this world needed. Do you still have your purpose?”

[burntconsort]

crownofearth replied to your post: url change and now time to revamp my rules & icons...

GRANMOM

MY GRANDSON!!!

[donttell-myfather]

@crownofearth

And roar, dear heart;;

    Frustration beyond the normal mortal confines, swaddled in cloth and guile and machination for the greater good - that was whom he had come to call ‘friend’, the Black Prince.      He who claimed to know more than anyone, what was coming, how he would protect Azeroth where his great father failed so desperately... only to vanish as a boy was once again crowned King, the last he had seen of him followed by a blunt blow and darkness.         And then nothing - and then turmoil, and it had once again been the Black Flight’s folly,  time and space torn asunder for a scheme he could not comprehend...                       (How many times had he desperately defended his companion’s methods,           how many times had he insisted there must be a reason for the evident betrayal - until he himself thought he sounded the fool?)

And now -  as he held the throne and his father’s legacy, torn asunder by felfire... that presence - (weren’t you going to let me fly with you, when you finally grew?)

                     “ - - Wrathion.”

                                                                                       ;;For that PEACE you seek                                                                                                                    is still so far

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     fast moving fabric and small swatches of color unbeknownst to sharp little eyes as nothing more than varying degrees of grey claim her full attention. the slightest patting of silk against dark pants as the stranger walks, just enough to form a fair distance between her and it. the kitten shuffles across walkway and into grass and paws leap up to the small, flowing fabric just within her reach. claws hold her onto her clothed prey but only a moment as she soon finds herself slipping off and back onto the ground .

     she wasn’t supposed to out and about chasing things. how many times had she been told not to get so involved with strangers? caelius had no patience with other people and she was meant to be a treasure. still, naeva was but a cub. even she could not resist playing with clothing so tantalizingly close to her. she pays no mind to him, regardless of his actions of realization, and continues to follow the flapping cloth on his back around so long as the stranger should dare permit it . // @crownofearth - starter call.