#operation hearth

[xenia-klein]

Lesbian Rights!

Choices better give me the chance to romance older women in more books, Kamilah and Victoria were the closest, but this lesbian wants her choices version of Cate Blanchett

[keladryhawklight]

Death In the Family

7 Sep 629, 0230AM, Kel & Sandor's Apartment - Cathedral District

As Kel slept peacefully draped over Sandor, she knew nothing of what was to come. The last few days of their leave had been spent in idle pastime; Narakos, not one for the city had left the quiet sanctuary of Hawklight to visit Stormwind so that he could meet with the striking labourers in hopes that a deal could be brokered for Hawklight’s wares. The rolling strikes of late had reached even as far as Westfall, and those who remembered the strikes from years previous watched with bated breath to see how badly they would again be impacted.

While not her eldest brother, Narakos had been Lord of Hawklight since the time Solomon, her eldest brother, had passed on the mantle following the death of his wife Alurea and their unborn child some years prior. Solomon had fully retreated from the family, choosing to spend his time between Westfall and Icecrown in mostly solitude. Narakos, made Lord, was about three years older than Kel, and dark in looks; likened to the very devil, he had the temper to match when it was ignited. It was under his guidance that Hawklight had become a refuge within Westfall, and home to many a traveler seeking solitude from the storm that continued to ravage the dusty plains.

A cacophony of growls and barks rent the night.

Yenafur scrambled off the bed with a low, garbled hiss and hid herself in the shadows of their room. Kel’s head came up off of Sandor’s chest, and a soft noise of confusion escaped her.

“What on Azeroth is wrong with your dog,” Kel mumbled quietly. “My love h-“

The screaming yelp of Duke’s pain and Narakos’ raised voice had her rolling off of Sandor immediately. Grabbing her sword from its place on a nearby table, her feet beat against the floor as she ran to the door and yanked it open.

Her eyes flew to Narakos, and widened as she gasped, “Brother!” “Sister,” he whispered, his voice quiet with mortal fear.

His own dark eyes focused on her for a split-second before the spark of life faded from them. A flash of light from a Broker’s hand-cannon lit up the darkness of their home. A trio of Brokers was visible for the duration of a blink before they vanished through a portal of their own making.

A scream of sorrow and fury rent the air and her Light lit up the walls of their apartment. Blood soaked everything in the hallway, as if someone had taken a bucket of paint and simply lobbed it. Narakos, her elder brother, lay in pieces on their floor; his torso was gone. He simply was a head with shoulders, and his legs. Duke was also a casualty, but his tiny black eyes were filled with pain. One of his legs was gone, presumably in the same blast that had taken Narakos. Her eyes flamed with a furious, righteous fire, and her head swung towards the door of their daughter's bedroom.

Not even the Light would stop her from killing if their daughter had been harmed.