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AnasAbdin
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Keni
One Nice Bug Per Day
Show & Tell
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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DEAR READER

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@the-moonlit-keeper
Snow flakes falls softly into crystal clear water. Beautiful. Source
I need this on loop everyvday
Luciana Nedelea
15th – early 16th Century gold signet ring shows an engraved owl with a crescent moon.
Source: Norwich Castle https://www.instagram.com/p/CGm1fksF0S8/?igshid=1jqih2u5bb8b9
Infirmary Visits
Fadoma stirred, slowly opening her eyes and taking in the din of the room around her. It didn't take long for the pain in her sides to remind her why she was here, rather than nestled up with the chickens of Foxrun. The smell of antiseptic stung her nose and she rolled onto her side, using an arm as a shield to the potent stench. The last time she had awoken in the infirmary in Stormwind was after Teldrassil.
A lump caught in her throat, as the imagery of burning elves collided with the mess of scourge battled earlier that evening. She pushed the pads of her fingers against her thumb, trying to bring any other feeling back into her hand outside of the sickening sensation she felt as Arlys had died. Her hands had been connected with the earth, she could feel every living thing surrounding her. She felt life leave. Again.
It was all happening again.
A great event that shakes the core of Azeroth, condemning lives to an early grave, or worse, to be brought back as a mindless minion to supply an endless army. The parallels were gut wrenching as she considered it.
The Kaldorei leaned over the edge of the bed and grasped for a bucket, as the contents of her last meal emptied inside of it.
How many times has she seen this happen? How many more times until it would stop bothering her? Her long life was a curse, and she despised it.
Fadoma rolled onto her back once more and stared at the ceiling blankly, eyes glazing over and her lips pulling into a frown. Despite being so tired and drained, she was restless. Sleep eluded her for the rest of the night as her thoughts wandered, counting all the faces she could not save.
Arlys, Arlys, Arlys.
A message in a bottle, shipped out to sea. Tied around the neck of the bottle is several pieces of black sea glass.
Dear Arlys,
I don't know if you remember me, but I remember you. I was the only medic on the trip into town, with the vines and the druid? You had a lash across your face, I fixed it. And that was the only time we spoke. Oh, and at some tournament in Kul Tiras. I called you a pussy and you laughed.
Still, my point here is that we never really were acquainted. I'd have liked to be, because you seemed good. But…
I'm writing to tell you I'm sorry, Arlys. To tell you I tried. I don't know if you didn't see me, or thought my arm was a ghoul arm, or just couldn't get to me, but I was reaching for you. I tried my hardest. And I'm sorry that it wasn't enough. You deserved so much better. Know that the image of you in your last moments will stick with me for the rest of my life. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself.
I'm not going to let us lose anyone else that way. I owe it to you, and I owe it to Lane, not to let anyone else suffer the way you did tonight. No one should have ever had to, and no one on my watch will again.
I don't know what you believe. I don't know if you're particularly Light-abiding. But I do know what I believe. Many Kul Tirans believe that letters cast out to sea alongside black sea glass will reach the dead, in theory. Perhaps the Tidemother would be willing to do me a favor?
I hope you find rest, somewhere, Arlys. I'm sorry it ended like it did. You fought well, and your loss will weigh more heavily on more people than you could have ever imagined, and you will be so dearly missed.
Love,
Amelia Rabon.
@lanerakes
Found on "Tumblr" v(^~^)v
i still cant believe leaf sheep sea slugs look like that
just look at it
look at it
unbelievable
Small flyers are posted around Stormwind City, Elwynn, and Westfall. Someone made a perilous nighttime ride to post these, though none seem to have made it into Duskwood. Although, who could blame this nighttime rider?
An Open Letter.
The unthinkable has happened, and we weren't prepared. There is a lesson here, a narrative on the ineptitude of Stormwind forces and their lack of disaster preparedness. But blame doesn't spread information, which is what's actually needed at this point. I am only hoping that my words reach the right people to save a few lives.
Do not trust new grain. Cultists, spurred on by the sudden resurgence of the Scourge, may feel emboldened to poison grain, knowing that many in rural areas sell it for a living. Obviously, old grain you've had stored since before this happened, and that was sealed and not tampered with, is safer.
Water sources are also easy to contaminate. Boil water before drinking or bathing.
Alliance soldiers are setting up outposts around the kingdom. Do not interfere with them. They may not be welcome, they may seem intrusive. But that outpost is the last line of defense between the Scourge and your house. Let it be.
Similarly, the Argent Crusade and Ebon Blade are lending aid. This may mean that traditionally horde races such as orc or blood elves may be roaming about wearing their colors. Members of the Argent Crusade and Ebon Blade are faction neutral, and they are here to help. They do not want to harm you. Please let them be unless you are in need of aid.
Ghouls are stupid, and so it can be easy to underestimate how much of a pain they are to fight. Remember that they often come in swarms, and that they have no regard for their own safety. This means they can throw themselves at you with more speed than you may expect. Keep your distance and do not engage unless you are forced to.
If you are forced to fight, try not to use a short-ranged weapon. The shorter the range, the more likely you are to get a festering claw wound or, worse, bitten.
So what should you fight with, if the fight is unavoidable? If you don't have access to a gun, bow, or other ranged weapon, use longer polearms. Accessible examples of these for those in rural areas would be pitchforks or scythes. The former only allows for stabbing or bludgeoning, while the other allows for wider slashing motions.
If you have access to armor, wear it. If you do not, wear layers. Layers that are thick may save you from being bitten. Keep a face covering on hand as well, to avoid accidental inhalation or ingestion of infected particles.
Do not travel into infested areas. While many of us have friends and family who live in these areas, they are more tightly locked down in the town than you are on the road. They are safer than you are, if you're traveling.
Be safe, and be ready. All will be okay with time. The most any of us can do is to hunker down, and to be as cautious as we can be.
With love,
Amelia Rabon, Medical Resident.
Rare Black Barn Owl [Not OC]
We don’t just call ourselves a journal, right? We don’t just call ourselves a magazine, right? Translating from Russian is not so easy, especially when you need to translate 400 pages, but we will be glad if you like it. Because we try to bring you some good and interesting things.
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