#rakkah

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#pizza #love #rakkah #romaway #saudiarabia #🍕#hikhamsa (at Ar Rakah, Ash Sharqiyah, Saudi Arabia)

[lammergeared]

[1:52 pm] [Rakkah’s player]: oh man brain. brain was like "theoretically children between krogu and rakkah would have red af lions manes"

[1:56 pm] Doc Nightmare dabs at forehead profusely

[1:57 pm] Doc Nightmare: You right tho you right!!

[2:02 pm] [Rakkahs player]: Tiny lil lion orcs

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[lammergeared]

I FORGOT SOME IMPORTANT KISSES FROM KISS WEEK

Rakkah @izzeibean 

Almondine @buttart

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फ्रांस और रूस की बमबारी में 3 दिन में ISIS के 33 आतंकी साफ

फ्रांस और रूस की बमबारी में 3 दिन में ISIS के 33 आतंकी साफ

Syria: पेरिस आतंकी हमले के बाद फ्रांस और रूस ने सीरिया में ISIS के ठिकानों पर जबरजस्त बमबारी की है। ख़बरों के अनुसार इन हवाई हमलों में पिछले तीन दिनों में 33 आतंकी मारे जा चुके हैं। फ्रांस ने ISIS को खत्म करने की कसम खा रही है जिसे देखकर लगता है कि आने वाले दिनों में सीरिया में भयानक तबाही देखने को मिल सकती है। फ्रांस के राष्ट्रपति ने कल कहा था कि इस बार ISIS से कोई समझौता नहीं होगा और ना ही कोई…

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[izzeibean]

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it. Krogu

Rakkah

She always knew, deep down in her heart, that she would be the one to get the news first. Her days in the Cartel had come and gone, Rakkah Deadaim moving on with her life, mate, and three children. She had settled with Axejaw in Feralas for favor of the man’s homeland, and reduced her ties to Orgrimmar. The city didn’t need her.

It came in the form of a letter, one more formal than she had had in a while. The letter, however, was accompanied by Krogu’s two children. They spoke for a while, before moving on to pass the news that their father had passed on to join the spirits. At first, she couldn’t even cry. Her heart was just a deadweight down in her gut. But as time passed, and as she processed it, the woman found herself remembering Krogu. One of her first friends in the Cartel. One of her best friends in the entire world, and he was gone. Just gone, like that.

Loss had never hurt so much.

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E’shi

There was something to be said about the nature of the relationship that E’shi had with Krogu. Since they day they had met, she had a soft spot for the awkward orc. Just barely taller than she was, she was one of the few people that looked up to him. Both in height, and in adoration.

They’d been together, constant quiet companions to one another no matter who came and who went in their lives. More often than not, she spent the nights with him and his kids. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months finally to years. She would rarely admit it, but she had grown to care for Krogu, and loved him deeply. He was one of the very few who left her for good.

All throughout his life, Krogu never gave up fighting. In his prime, he took an assignment that led him back to Draenor. He kept her updated, sending letters through the portal to touch base. And of course, she wrote him back. But the letters became fewer, and less frequent. Eventually, they just stopped.

Perhaps he just forgot to send it. Or maybe he’s been too busy to write.

She knew that was not the case.

About a month had passed before the group he had gone over with started to come back. One by one, battered, worn and broken. Two, three, four… But no Krogu. So, E’shi took to waiting at the portals.

And then the day came. She had pulled out her finest robe, donned her prettiest bangles and jewelry. She knew that this was going to be the day Krogu came home. With hope in her heart and feathers around her feet, the little Loa Priestess made way to the portals at the break of dawn. The sun broke over the horizon, and the mages started their magic. And the moment the first portal opened, there was a flurry of movement. People were in and out, coming and going. But still, no Krogu. Morning gave way to afternoon, and afternoon transitioned into evening.

Just as the sun was starting to set, there was a commotion. An elven priest burst through the portal first, shouting and hollering for more medics and healers. Then three more figures came through. An orc shaman and a tauren warrior, each with an arm around a smaller figure.

Around Krogu.

By this point, the elf had taken off to gather those that he could. E’shi, however, was frozen. Her eyes were wide, lips parted ever so slightly. The rooting feeling washed away quickly, however, and she was on her feet and running. Closing the distance from where she sat, to where they were only took a couple of seconds. Arms reached out to grasp Krogu’s cheeks, turning his head towards her. He was hardly breathing. So still was he, that her own breath left her.

"Krogu…? Krogu, c’mon. Lift ya’ head." AS if she was not quiet before, her voice was hardly above a whisper. But for as soft as she spoke, he heard. An eye opened a slit and he took in his surroundings. And then he got an apologetic little smile.

"Hey, E’shi… sorry I’m late." Krogu paused for a moment, coughing up blood. "I’ve got a few… few letters for you in my bag." It was visibly too much effort for him to stay conscious, his head rolling and going slack. Everything thereafter was a blur. She was pushed out of the way. He was carried off. People spoke to her, but she heard no words.

His funeral was later that week.

She forgot how to smile.

[izzeibean]

"I aim to misbehave." Rakkah to Kara or Kara to Rakkah, it works both ways. Bonus points if you somehow incorporate more gun puns.

Rakkah grinned widely. THOSE were words she liked to hear come from Kara. Leaning over, she half propped herself over the elf’s shoulder, resting her chin atop the other to line up the sights.

"Good, ‘cause we’re gonna scare the shit outta Dazyl. See that gear he’s holding?" She motioned vaguely and briefly to the Goblin working across of the Garrison. "We’re gonna shoot it outta his hand."

This is probably a good point to note that Rakkah had let Karelyn hold her sniper rifle.

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++, Rakkah wants to meet Krogu's family!

Krogu remained quiet on the Zeppelin to Warsong Hold, staying to the edge, watching the ocean beneath them, almost refusing to talk, but not outright. It was the short-answers type of refusal. He barely said anything after Rakkah had made her request past getting them to where they were, and where indeed they were going. Conquest Hold, that aging fortress in the Grizzly Hills. Not many soldiers were stationed out there, and fewer still had been stationed there long. 

The ride there was chilly, as Northrend was known to be, and Krogu didn't do much to lighten the air. He had donned his armor for the journey, along with a few medals, commissions, and other badges of honor. 

"I should probably have told you, when you asked.." He finally spoke as they made it to the Hold. "I don't actually know my family. Well, I know of them, but.. Can't say they ever wanted anything to do with me." He finished tying his Wolf up at the stables. "This'll be my first time meeting my mother in.. Twenty years, I think." He sighed. "I've been keeping tabs on her, though, for the past three..."

They closed in on a few soldiers, clad in gear fit for Legionnaires. One was a woman, tall and strong, with pale, yellow-green skin. Her hair was obviously once red, though now a darker brown, thick with greys, undercut, and neatly kept in a long ponytail. One of her eyes was covered in a black eyepatch, with the other a dull orange. She spied them approaching, and snorted. This was she. 

"Legionnaire Blacksong," Krogu saluted her. "I am Stone Guard Thunderhowl." He said, though now his voice grew shaky. Why, though? He didn't care before this point. He caught his gaze drifting to the ground, and corrected it, staring her in the eye. "And, I.." 

"I know who you are, pup," She cut him off. He glared up at her, resisting the urge to grit his teeth. "You think someone's going to go through my files without me knowing? Who's this girl?" She eyed Rakkah up and down, as if sizing her up. 

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