#raeshalare

[shxwmaster]

@raeshalare sent: “You aren’t the person you think you are.”

random dialogue prompts … sentence starters

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Hackles raise at the voice — Shaw isn't unfamiliar with undead adversaries with abilities and skillsets beyond his own capability, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd been face to face with someone who'd held such prestigious roles of leadership, but even he knows his own limitations, and knows very well not to toy with the presence of Windrunner.

He's careful not to let any of it show; years of training have allowed him to compose each of his faults, quirks, and emotion behind a well crafted mask of cold neutrality, his first armor and defense before the blade. A healthy amount of fear keeps you alive, but there's no need to let anyone else know of it.

He turns slowly, caution in his movements as he tries to calculate odds of survival, means of escape, should it come down to it, and the comment itself brings the lift of a brow. An assertation of his character from Sylvanas herself? It must be Winter Veil.

" And I suppose you claim to have a better grasp at myself than I? " Shaw poses, facing her fully now, whatever remnants of shadow on him from stealth now melting away. No use trying to run when he'd been caught already - besides, his curiosity had now been piqued. " I don't suppose you're offering life advice as well? I could probably use some — you seem to know much. "

[archived-altruisticlion]

'' you wound my pride with such accusations. ''

AS SAID BY FENRIS

He looks to Sylvanas, attention pulled from the Alliance report given to him by one of the passing champions. Part of him worried for the Banshee Queen, as the undead were used like canon fodder, in Garrosh's plans. Last he heard, some sort of duel took place, between Banshee and Warchief.

"That wasn't my intention." He shifts on his chair, the groan of wood audible. His left leg rests atop a small stool, knee bandaged heavily still. Hands wring his scroll, anxiety ripe in the young prince.

"I feared the worst, Syl'. Despite what Garrosh has done, I don't want him to die. Nor you. Please, I wish only for the truth of what occurred."

[archived-altruisticlion]

i would drown us in blood to keep you safe.

AS SAID BY ANDERS

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'd prefer if that blood isn't yours, old friend."

Anduin murmurs softly, as one hand hovers inches above a partically nasty wound, hindering the banshee queen's firing arm. Undead she may be, but a body still requires the use of a nerve system, natural or otherwise. His other hand supports Sylvanas' forearm, holding it carefully as void begins to manfiest, sluggishly dripping over the injury.

He knows the living have no place in the Maw. They both know that, but out of all the souls he knew, only the former Warchief could understand the turmoil Anduin faced, even now. His brows furrow, almost grimancing as the void's whispers become tangible. Azure eyes snap open, refocusing on the current task. Void is channeled directly into the wound, the stream steady, unwavering, and carefully controlled. In the four years he's been gone from the Alliance, he's gradually accepted that both the Light and Void call to him. Since becoming High King, he rarely used the void, if at all. He was too scared of what his people would think.

"I can't tell if the Mawsworn have grown more or less dangerous, since the Jailor's fall. Perhaps it's for the best that I don't know..."

[lichbride]

do you ever have any regrets?

AS SAID BY ANDERS

"It'd be easier to list what I don't regret."

Miriam replies absentmindedly, sight fixated on the worn pages of a forgotten mages manifesto. She adds nothing else to her statement. Occassionally, crinkling paper breaks the silence, as she turns a page of the discovered manifesto. The turning of pages soon slows, a sign that the question asked brewed more than one answer.

What doesn't she regret? She regrets not being able to help her people. How she loathes all the years she spent, pretending that the world she dreamt of, hadn't died alongside her dearest brother. Youthful hours, spent studying religiously to the point of near-collapse. Red lips part, to say something else, or to push out one of the thoughts that activately sink her mind. 

"Somedays, I wonder if I've gone insane, because there's times where I-..." The water rises. More pressure, demanding she cave under the stress. She can't. She's mustn't. She won't. Take the hand that leads to safety.

"... I regret what I've become. I regret the shame that I've brought to my family's name. I regret so much, Sylvanas. I swore to Arthur I'd do whatever it took to bring peace to Azeroth, but I can't even find peace. I don't know if... I've ever been at peace. In life, I had to keep the mask on. I had to stand tall, I had to keep going, I had to keep my wits, I had to keep running, just to... to keep some sort of friendship from an innocent childhood." A pause. "I hope I stop running, one day. Before more regrets come to pass."

[avalior]

lyric starter | accepting

"The stars that once lit my way have dimmed."

@raeshalare | stand up and fight