#present thoughts

[itslocsdiggs]

It's astounding, time is fleeting...

[duraxxor]

Bloody Stone

Time has passed since the meeting between Dura, Mora, and his two children. Yet, despite his inactivity, much had transpired in the background. Mora had been captured by the Legion's treacherous Man'ari yet.. Dura had no idea since there were no ties to the Stormwind Death reports on his end of the world. However, not all went unnoticed..

" The stone.."

Ah, yes, the jewel around Mora's collar was no ordinary stone, it possessed a fragment of Dura's essence, twisted by the nether energies into a crystallized structure. Oh, how he could remember the pain of having his arm completely torn asunder, how it caused his mechanical limb to twitch at thought. When he had awoken from his unconsciousness, the Doctor Solexstras Sunflare had brought to his attention shards.. shards of crystallized blood.

" Lord Daevara.. your blood has.. crystallized.. a consumption of the chaotic and void energies had given you a temporary limb.. a.. phantom limb, so to speak.. these jewels are a part of you.."

The memory stirred and Dura could remember the Doctor's words. If Dura's hunch was right, the jewel he gave Mora would provide a certain.. string.. a sense of relief that could let him know her fate. And that, it did, when Mora had found herself captured and put through the hellish tortures, there was this.. burning sensation with his chest, one that seemed familiar by nature. An Anger. Hatred. It boiled the very blood he bathed in that day to the point that he felt like destroying his own home. But alas, his resolve and patience we holding him in place.

".. Mora.. whatever you are going through.. hang in there.. you are stronger than you believe.. I can see it.. I can feel it.. my instincts say so.."

His words echoed downward in his mind as he had decided days, almost a weeks or so later that he would attempt a.. rest. He laid within the new lavishing, ebony bed he had recently purchased, eyes closed and mind dormant. However, it would seem dreams had played along his sleepless thoughts as he began to recall not only his own past events, but also saw a glimpse of what Meirodan had spoke about. The twin brothers, broke out into a fist fight, palms embued with the fire in their veins.

" Meirrooooooo!!" " Alphuuuuuusss!!!"

POW!

The collision of brotherly fists was shattering, almost thunderous by sound. It was quite clear that at the time, Dura's ancestors were quite powerful. So powerful, that the dreamed vision had awoken Dura from his meditative slumber. " So much for sleeping.." He said as he finally managed to speak in a present time period. After clearing his disorientation, he would slip from the bed and head to the desk where he had distributed the bloodied stones in a circle.. yet it's epicenter contained not a stone of Daevara, but the Blood Shard that was bestowed upon him by the Sanguine Sorceress. Yet another reminder that he was damned to a servitude to her in favor of her prior assistance. It was then.. that Dura considered making an attempt at her summons, but it was interrupted. Not by a person or creature, but by an instinct.

" Wait.. the burning sensation.. it's.. gone.. and Mora.. her presence feels.. stronger.. but, it couldn't be." He would retract his hand from the shard as he walked over to the window and gazed towards the southwest. Fixated, he would focus strongly on the energies of his crystallized essence for a brief moment and hear a slowed, tired heart rate.

" There.. that's it.. She's home.. and she's.. exhausted.. yet.. something else has transpired.." The crimson eyes slowly opened and slowly fluttered as a magic seeped from him. His physical form pinked as well as his eyes turned and vivid blue hue. He would the proceed to the mirror to note his familiar form. " .. Eyes of the Quel'dorei.. this should do.. less I run into peering eyes.. now.. let's make a trip to the grand city of Stormwind.."

The vicious gentleman smiled as sharp as daggers.

[[ mentions: @magemoraluna @sanguinesorceress @destiny-of-daevara @shadowed-veil ]]

[slutsandsinners]

Years later, looking back it, I finally realized just how much of a shitty person you were and what you did to me and all the things you made me feel. They were horrible. And the sad thing about it is that you knew you were doing it. You were just such a coward and couldn’t accept who you really were and what you really felt. I don’t know. I just feel really bad for who I was at that time and I wish I had somebody like who I am now that could’ve helped me get through those really horrible days and nights because I never really had anyone at the time...

[lifeinthearctic]

you wouldn’t have to view me as some creepy enigmatic  little thing or talk about me like i’m an urban legend if you’d just instigate a fuc                           king       con                          ver                    sa          tion.

[igettheconceptnowtograspthe-blog]

Beautiful Thing to feel strength, even more beautiful to know what drives your weaknesses. Enlightenment has become fulfilled. Now to accomplish prosperity.

[spacedlexi]

but do i mAKE A SHIRT or just be extremely lazy and buy a different one instead

[anotherbrokeneggg]

Old words, present thoughts

Your inner thoughts don’t confuse you now, it’s spectrum and possibilities keeping you afloat because the darkness of the doubts swim around you to watch you drown.

Foolishness doesn’t amuse you now, it’s representation & expectation belting out your every move so that embarrassed disappointment doesn’t greet you when you make it.

Questions are more questions and the answers never get answered, I’m still trying to find logic in why girls my age carry statistic like pampers, why we pamper the rich, meanwhile the father can’t even afford this months pampers.

Now it’s this paper, all I got is this paper, I need that piece of paper. it’s respect, reward, and returns all wrapped into my parents smiles. To me, it’s cogently using words that make sense in a sentence to prove that I didn’t bullshit my way through college or else I’ve wasted my time.

But the thing about now is that I’m bouncing between two worlds, allowing society to call me a woman while still feeling like a girl. I shouldn’t please a man but do I look better with straight hair or curls? Multiplying currency is better than company and accepting the only love worth exploring comes from within me

-HennyOgando

[pleasestoptrying]

Love is understanding each other's capacities.