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“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

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That had been quite the defining trait of hers. That warm, almost agonizing smile that spoke only amiable things. It lit her face up, brightened the glistening glow in her eyes, and one might question if she had ever experienced strife in her lifetime. It was so honest, bearing so much HOPE. The thought of such a thing was intoxicating, but seeing it nearly slew people. Of course Euanthe never thought it a bad thing. But to those that were NOT so naive, it disgusted them to think she might still smile as though she knew nothing. The shaman stared blankly for a moment, the statement only bringing that smile up to a brighter beam before her expression tilted towards he ground. It took all that she had within her not to chuckle.

     ❝I apologize. I cannot help but to smile around               you, now. It has become a habit.❞

     Her stance straightened considerably after the confrontation,      but her smile didn’t want to fade regardless. Eager lines      creased her expression and you could see her approach      the troll in a more personal fashion, arms currently      SWATHED in layers of protective gauze. Perhaps a result      of preparedness for what she had been learning. It prevented      negative backlash from damaging her skin.

               ❝At least it did not ruin THAT sentence, hm?❞

[lifewoken]

💕

She did not expect it but her cheeks darken. “I ummm..” She stuttered. She was not offended but her shyness got the best of her. She buried her face in her wolf’s fur. Trying to hide her blush. 

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@warchixf

       To say the very least, he knew this day would eventually come; there was no denying it, no getting around it, and it was an undeniable fact of truth. Eventually, Nelko Blacksun wound face to face his crimes, and he thought he would still have time to put it off.

       Since the failed defensive of the Siege of Org, the former Kor’kron Sin’dorei had done many things, and none of them were decent. His crimes were many, but he still thought at times that the SIEGE was still going on, and he knew deep down it would be an endless battle that would never end.

       However. his mind seemed to snap back into reality at his hands bound behind his back; he had willingly gave himself up and he thought it would be enough to speak his piece. The problem was that he didn’t think anything would work, he already was a damned man, but now? He was just sealing the nails in the coffin ---- no matter the judgement, he knew that he wouldn’t make it out of here ALIVE, but redemption was a very rocky path. 

       “You’re not the TRUE Warchief.” The Sin’dorei spit out with out even thinking about who he was talking to... as his first comment to the other. 

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"I won't let you give up."

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The dark nature of the half-carved totem didn’t quite sit well with her. It almost hissed at her, like a snake, patiently waiting for a moment when it might BITE her. Each time the carving knife touched the surface of it, a sharp sound of cracking erupted from the material as though it were singed under her touch. Continually she worked her way across its surface, etching in every detail she possibly could as it threatened her with sounds of disgust and agony. Euanthe had not carved a totem meant for mass hexing, and perhaps it was a bit too early for her to even be attempting it. When a dark flash snapped out at her hand with a croak, a noise came from her as she struggled to keep the knife in her hand. And she might have sighed, following that event, but then she heard Vol’jin speak to her. It was a simple statement, but it was determined and meaningful. The sound of honesty, something that she had heard many said the people of the Horde DIDN’T possess. Oh how it brightened her features to hear such claims promptly stomped into the dirt. Judgment never came from her, and despite every reason for it to, it never would.

     ❝——Thank you, warchief. I promise... I will not disappoint.❞