Our stocking choices may or may not have been influenced by the fact that they are the Duskhollow and Eventide house colors.... plus we liked the reindeer >.> @durotan-ofthe-frostwolf @cineas-duskhollow
When you're festive but you have to still save the world. #nightelf #druid #wintersveil #worldofwarcraft #forthealliance #fortheking #warlordsofdraenor https://www.instagram.com/p/B6LslHRFofT/?igshid=ihc1xig4ys1n
Finished work now waiting on mum so we can do Winter's Veil Shopping #BikeRider #Sleepy #PurpleGlasses #Glasses #BikeHelmet #Midvally #ChristmasShopping #XmasShopping #WintersVeil #Christmas (at Mid Valley Shopping Centre)
Is a question Senarias mulled over in his mind a thousand times over the past few days. The cold had finally begun to set in around the city, and that meant only one thing. Winters veil was right around the corner. He had to find the perfect gift for Blackbird. Something that would make her want to come home to him. “Diamonds? Naw. Sh’s not loike, one of those prissy lil’ bitches who only care ‘bout fings loike that shit. Maybe, uh... aw fuck. How d’I not even know m’own girlfriend.” The whore in reform was having the most difficult time. “S’loike, gotta fink of sumthin sappy. Sumfin t’make’er heart beat again. Sumfin t’bring’er outta this slump.”
It had been nearly a month since Sen last saw his girlfriend, and they few times they had gotten to chat had been nothing less that unsettling to the icy worgen. After she lost the baby, she had been avoiding him at all costs and this was driving him mad. All he wanted to do was see her, but he somehow twisted things around in his mind that the only way he was going to be able to get her back was to find her some lavish gift that could bring her out of her depression. Sen mindlessly wandered about the city trying to window shop his way into an idea, but was having no luck in his search. Long after the sun had set, the worgen decided to make his way out of the trade district, finding himself somewhere within the mage district.
Senarias made his was past a small alley way, completely engulfed in his own search, only to be snapped out of it by the pained cries of a small creature. His attention snapped to the left, eyeing a group of three men huddled together in an alley way. “S’this shit?” He muttered under his own breath, narrowing his eyes as if trying to get an idea of what they were doing. The men had their backs turned towards the entrance of the dark, snowy alley way. The man on right suddenly kicked at something out of view, and pained cry was heard again. Sen crept to the entrance, placing himself flat against the wall as the man on the left decided it was his turn. He reeled back a kick, offering Sen a small viewing window as to what was going on. All sen could see was little bloody feathers.
The sight of bloodied feathers rattled something loose in Sens head. The image reminded him a time someone had beaten, and broken the wings of his own precious bird. Sen knelt down, gathering a ball of snow in hands, and compacted it tightly. The orb of ice was firm, and perfectly rounded. He reeled back, launching the perfect orb of snow at the group. It collided with back of the man in the middles head. The man spun around, eyeing Sen up and down. “Ha. You shit. What are you, a fuckin child?” The man called out to Sen, reaching down towards his sides. The middle man pulled out a knife, as his two buddies turned to see what was going on. Another cry echo’d through the cold stone walls of the alley.
“What do you want, you brat?” The man on left called out to Sen, reaching for something affixed to his belt. A flash of metal could be seen in the moonlight, but this man wasnt pulling out a simple knife. He pulled the object into view, aiming a pistol right at Sen. “S’a fuckin snowball. Whatre ya gittin s’pissy bout, huh? Did I interupt ya guys suckin each uvver off ‘er sum shit?” Replied Sen, retrieving a cigarette from his case and placing it between his lips. “You lookin to die, boy?” Called out the man on the left, cocking the hammer of his pistol. “Was about t’ask tha’same fing.” Replied Senarias as he lit his cigarette. The worgen had no fear. He had spent the last few hours driving himself to near madness over something that he knew deep down wouldnt fix his problems. What did he have to lose?
The man with the gun pulled the trigger, and with a loud *Clack* the bullet hit Sen right in the arms. Blood began pouring out of Sens arm, only to freeze over as soon as it hit the air. The worgen collapsed to the ground, kicking up a large tuft of snow as he hit the stone. Something was off about the tuft of snow. It was far more than a normal man of his size would kick up. The man with the knife slowly began to approach Sen’s body, gripping his knife tightly as the aerial snow began to turn into a flurry. The blinding snowfall caused the knife wielding man to lift his free hand to cover his eyes as he finally made his way to the worgen. He kicked the body, only to realize that the worgen was nothing more than the robes he was wearing.
A scream of pain could be heard from behind him as he knelt down to inspect the body, tearing him away from his confusion. “Darion?” The knife wielding man called out in the blizzard. He couldnt see but two feet in front of him, but he knew something was wrong. “John! Something happened to Darion!” The man with the gun shouted. “I cant find him an---” The gunman’s words were cut off abruptly. “JERRY?” John shouted, standing and attempting to make his way through the blindingly white snow. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. John’s boots crinkled and crunched the snow on his way back to where his companions were standing. John kept his eyes to the ground, watching where he was walking. The snow before him was curious. A few steps more, and he would be where he started this whole ordeal, but the man halted dead in his tracks. The pristine white snow before him was no longer its normal color, but rather a deep, dark red. “What the fuck...” was uttered by John, before a force knocked him flat on his rear.
Dazed, and on his back, John’s eyes fluttered open. Before him stood a bright red, naked worgen whos face was lit up by a little amber glow. “Tha’fuck, man. I just wanted t’play a game.” Senarias gruffed out, stepping towards the man. The snow beneath Sens feet didnt crunch, or sink as he stepped over John. Sen kneeled down before John, getting face to face with the man. “But yer friend had t’fuckin shoot m’like a little prick.” Sen inhaled deeply on his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke through his nose in Johns face. John was visibly frightened, and thrusted his knife upwards towards Sens chest. The knife pierced the bright red worgens skin, but not making it in farther than an inch. Sen blew another puff of smoke into the mans face, as John pulled the knife out. He repeatedly stabbed into the worgen’s chest, finding the same result. Only an inch went in with each stab. Two, three, four, five times. Senarias brought his fist back, clocking John in his right temple. John went limp, being rendered unconscious. Senarias let out a grunt, as he began to repeatedly strike the mans face with his bare fist. Blood began to pour out of the mans face. More and more with each punch. Blood stained the red worgens fists as he continued to lay into the man, punching and punching until Johns face was nothing more than a piled of mashed flesh, blood, and bones.
All of the snow that was in the air in the alley way suddenly fell the ground, adding about an inch onto the two inches that had already fell. Sen moved off the man, fell onto his bottom. “Whelp... Guess I went a little overboard, roight Jerry?” Sen’s eyes moved to mutilated corpse of the gunman. Throat slashed, and coated with rather large circular holes Jerry was dead. Darion was nowhere to be seen. Senarias reached up with his hand, slicking back his hair with Johns blood. “Fuck m’I gonna be in trouble...” A soft, pained chirping came from somewhere beneath the snow after Sen had spoke. “Oh shit, yeah.” Sen said as he shot forwards. He began digging through the snow in search of the creature. He finally found the source of the cries. It was a small, white owl with little patches of brown feathers scattered about its body.. The owl also had specks of blood all over him, but that wasnt natural.
Senarias fully uncovered the owl, slowly reaching down to pick the small bird up. It shivered not only from the cold weather, but also from the fear of the attack. Sen slowly picked the little owl up, bringing it close to his chest. “Dont worry, bird. M’gonna... M’gonna take y’to a lovely little druid. He’s gonna fix ya roight up.” The owl’s wing was obviously broken. It was unable to move it, and it hung limply at the owl side. It squeaked in pain as Sen touched it. “Oi should also see ‘im bout these fuckin stab wounds...” He muttered, opening up a portal before them.
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