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THE FUCKING FEELS. THAT WAS SO GREAT, UGHGHGHG. -TACKLE HUGS!- 

your ipad is bitching <: }}

Aliseras and Tuathal are on a mission, Aliseras takes a bullet for Tuathal and ends up dying... PROMPT, GO!}}

The dynamic duo stalked through the forests of Eversong, moving swiftly to the border of the Ghostlands. They were here for a contract, a contract to kill. They both moved fluidly side by side, a bow in Ler’aelin’s hand while Tua had a single dagger fixed in his right hand. He looked over at the woman and gave her a single nod, by this time they were at their destination: the western coast of the Ghostlands. “Get this shipment movin’!” Their target shouted out to the bustling crew. They were moving crates onto dinghies which were in turn being sent to a large three masted galleon moored just off the coast while their task was bellowing orders and swinging his cutlass around in the air.

The duo were hiding behind a bush…yes a. Bush like the two pros they were. They oversaw the makeshift base of operations, two lookouts were stationed at each point of the triangular base, each of them held torches infront of them but their watchful gaze was hindered by the torchlight, making them ineffective guardsmen. Tuathal looked upon Ler’aelin, giving her a simple nod. “I’ll take left, you take right. He murmured as he stalked towards his man, he slowly drew the dagger out of it’s sheathe, he shuffled impatiently to the man, darting from tree to tree, bush to bush, cover to cover. Once he was a foot away from him he darted from the bush, covering the mans mouth while he ran the bladed edge across his throat. blood spilled from the open wound like a waterfall but the little rogue wasn’t done, the dagger found its new sheathe directly in his task’s heart. As the task fell onto the ground, flailing violently as he died. The second one gave an involuntary shout of fear before an arrow lodged itself in his chest. They were discovered!

Their mission didn’t last long, they both ran from the two corpses, they weren’t going to stand and fight an army of pirates…They weren’t that stupid. As they ran through the forest with a small band of pirates after them, they were all dressed in shoddy leathers and they had their cutlasses and flintlocks brandished. “Faster, run faster! They’re gaining!” He shouted at his old friend, these two grew up together, they trained together, they would live and die for each other, that was how close their bond was. Tuathal believed everything would be fine until a shot rang out from the forest. “Tuathal!” A voice shrieked out, he looked over to find his friend on the ground. The bow was dropped about a foot away from her while the three pirates came upon them. He sprinted back with the dagger held loosely in his fingers, he came up on one of the pirates. Tua feinted a thrust to his chest. The pirate jarred backwards while the Rogue twisted under an oncoming slash of an enemy’s cutlass, turning on a dime and punching him straight in the face. The pirate stumbled backwards with an arrow lodged in his stomach. His partner may of been shot in the thigh but she was still handy with a bow. That leaves two: by this time the swashbuckler who fell for the feint was pointing a single flintlock at him. “Your luck has run out.” The man grunted out as he slipped his finger on the trigger, Tuathal stared into the barrel of the gun defiantly…The pirate pulled the trigger. His partner suddenly came from out of nowhere, launching herself infront of the speeding bullet. The projectile ripped through her flesh and it lodged itself in her abdomen, Tuathal wasted no time as he threw his dagger into the man’s chest. One more to go: Tuathal approached the man stoically, retrieving a cutlass from one of the fallen men. He weighed it in his hands, twisting the blade with his wrist from flank to flank. “Do you know who I am?” He said through gritted teeth, blood dripped from his main hand, taking one small step towards his adversary. “Dead man.” The brutish Human stated, speaking in broken thalassian. He lunged at Tuathal, he retreated back two steps while colliding his steel with the pirate’s in a horizontal swing of his sword. Steel clashed against steel with the occasional blow to the jaw and stomach: these two were an even match. Strike by strike the human beat Tuathal backwards, eventually he had his back against a tree, there was no running from him now. Out of one act of desperation he lunged at the human with his sword. The blade impaled him in the stomach, he ran the blade all the way up until the basket of the cutlass rammed into his pierced stomach.The human fell to his knees as Tuathal rushed towards his fallen comrade. “Ler’aelin!” He shouted out as he dropped to both knees where she laid. “No, no, no, no!” He cried out as he cradled the bloody woman in his arms. “Don’t leave me alone.” He sobbed, holding her closer. “Don’t leave me.” Tuathal echoed out quietly. Brushing his thumb against her forehead. “Help!” He shouted out into the woods, only silence answered him.(I DID THIS ON MY IPAD. XD)

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Part Two : Hm!

{{PART TWO! }}

Aliseras laid still on the cot, eyes closed; skin pale with veins popping against the surface, clarifying that they were not pure blue, but a faint purple. However, it was faded; making it clear that the poison was already starting to leave her system. Beside her sat Doctor Zambabi; crouched with an apple in one hand, a voodoo doll in another. 

"Ye'loo' ba', Elf." He murmured, throwing the apple outside of the open bongalo, grabbing a needle which had a small tan colored piece of thread hanging through the eye. With that, he began to stitch up the rest of the voodoo doll. Oh, how remarkable it was; what were his plans? "Jus' in case ye' 'appen t'screw m'ova I can shank yah in the ass." His blue lips pulled into a sloppy grin, standing up and walking out of the bongalo to sit over the flowing waterfall. 

Behind him, fallen leaves and thick grass crunched; the sound of a person filling the area. He stood up, turning as he tried to study the movements of the blades of grass. 

A woman, a blood elven woman appeared; Makaela Cre'liserith. Former Farstrider, and former daughter, and sister. Her blonde hair fell over her face, lips pulled into this haughty grin. She was holding a rabbit by it's tail, blood dripping onto the grass. 

"Makaela..." Doctor Zambabi cooed, walking forward; arms moving around her to hug her. "I missed you, my friend." 

Makaela smiled, moving her arms around him in return. "I missed you too. I have been out for only a few days, I was making a stable for my companions; so they had a home while I came home." 

"Your home is in Silver--"

"No. Silvermoon is corrupted by men and women who have no idea what nobility is. The men and women in there look down to the people who need help, they are supposed to make the poor love them; but look at them all-"

"Makaela..." He cooed again, a hand running through her hair. "You faught for those people, remember that. Your real home will always be there, with me, I am no one." 

"Ju'zalin... You are someone to me, you are my best friend. My brother, and at most, my father. The father I never had." She squeezed her arms around him, closing her eyes. 

His eyes dropped on the far picture in his house of his wife, sighing deeply. "You are the only woman in my life that I care for now, I will always protect you." 

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Ju'zalin was outside of the house, making a fire which he cooked the rabbit over. Meanwhile, Makaela was inside of the house, looking at Alis on the cot. 

Makaela lowered herself, crouching to sit beside the coma-induced woman. A hand slid into hers, thumb brushing. "I haven't seen my kind out here in a long while. Minus Booty Bay... You must have been apart of the ship wreck I saw way back there, huh?" 

Her emerald green hues looked towards the leather armor of Alis' which splayed on the floor, and her weapons. From piles of hidden daggers thrown on the ground to her bows and arrows; crossbows, too. The bag she carried over her shoulder, the one full of her surviving supplies- not the gold. 

"Not one who uses the shadows as often as her own, huh?" Mak thought to herself, grabbing the bow pressed against the side of the bongalo. She examines it more, taking off her own bow. 

"Ju'zalin!" She called out, walking out to sit with him by the fire, setting the bows beside the log they sat upon. 

"Yes?" He pokes the dead, cooking, skinned rabbit one last time; looking down at her. 

"Do you think that she would want to learn how to be a Huntress? It seems like she already does most of the things that I do, she only uses the shadows from time to time unlike I. I can teach her how to tame a pet, as well. It should be fun.. Plus, you will have more company." 

Ju'zalin moved an arm over her shoulders, pulling her in closer. "It depends on how she reacts when she wakes up. I am up for the idea, let's hope that she is too." 

She snuggled into his form, nodding. "I have been thinking of visiting the city again, since our talk. I feel the need to reconnect with old friends, and maybe family.. But I love it out here. I don't have to think about what person is backstabbing me out here." 

He smiled, resting his chin over her head. "If you go back, then you need to remember me and come and visit your dad."

"I could never forget about you." 

"Good.. The rabbit should be ready." He unwired himself from her, leaning forward to take the cooked, heated rabbit; ignoring the burning heat on his fingers, tearing it into a half for them both. 

"Does she need food?" Mak asked, taking her half.

"No. She should be fine." 

"What made you quit using slang?" Mak grinned, biting into her rabbit. 

"I thought of the wife again." He nudged her with his elbow.

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ARIES - The Aggressive (March 21 to April 19) Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny… Excellent kisser. EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, and family is very important to an Aries. Aries are known for being generous and giving. Addictive. Loud. Always has the need to...

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Alis stared outside of the small pot-hole in the lower deck on her boat docked in a harbor in Stranglethorn. She was waiting, she was lifeless. She knew that what she was about to do had to be the end or beginning of someone, and she had only one person to go back to at home: 

Shiranai. All she thought of was how she got him, and how she ended something. She always has to end something for another thing to rise. It's how her life went, it was that bad luck charm that climbs onto her back twenty-four seven. 

Aliseras tugged on her cowl, moving her crossbow over her back with black-feathered, white-inked 'A's imprinted in them over her back. A quiver stayed latched to her right leg, making it easier to access when she ran out of the four ticked against her black crossbow. 

Her crew started to get to work, polishing and redoing everything to make sure the boat was sturdy. They had no idea what was going to go down, but they were loyal enough to fight with her. Her advantage was the fact that she had more Orcs and Orcess on her boat rather than other races... A few Tauren as well. The odds were already even for her. 

"Welco' back to yer ship, mate." One Orc Admiral patted her shoulder roughly, gesturing for her to get moving as well. "Cap'n, is this goin' to be a tou' tri'?" 

Alis looked over her shoulder and up at the Orc, letting a faint smile win her lips over. "Oh, Ol'Admiral. O'cour' it'll be a tou' tri', whe'n'wa'I known to ta'things slo'?" 

He stared at her, laughing hard with a hand pointing. "You have been around the city too often, no more pirate talk for you." 

Alis blinked, flushing with a grin. 

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A cool evening, the boat began to move, the water gliding and parting at the surface to make room for the large black and blue boat; sails wildly filling with the deep, salty air that puffed it out to where it could have been half a moon if someone stood on the right side. Or had a good imagination. 

The Stranglethorn Vale Sea had always been beautiful, spotless on the surface but if you looked closely, you could see artifacts filling the bottom of the Vale, awaiting for an adventure that could lead to your death as well. 

Alis called for them to drop the anchor quickly but easily, so it wouldn't break. The boat that she saw on almost near her was the exact crew she had to see. 

The Bloodstinger... 

"-PULL THE ANCHOR UP! GET READY FOR A ROUGH HIT!" The crew yelped all together, working like dogs to lift the huge anchor up. Her yelling was loud enough to get the people on the other boat moving, but only to see what was about to happen...

With a quick turn of the boat's wooden, old and raggedy steering wheel; the boat made a heavy turn; moving straight into the other ship.

CRASH! Everyone paused for that moment, The Bloodstinger had just been sliced into from the middle with another large ship. Both crew members began to load their canon's, up until Alis' crew realized that this was no canon fight. 

All seven Orcs and Orcess grabbed their armor, preparing for a "battle" as the Tauren made sure they were in their medical gear. The rest of the boat was salted with different races, but they all dwelved in the shadows. From Shadow Priests to straight up Rogues and Spymasters. 

"THROW THE SMOKE BOMBS!" Alis calls, tugging the black cowl over her hair; throwing the scarf around her nose and lips, pulling the goggles over her eyes. Her hand found her crossbow, pulling the string back to tuck a metal arrow within it; small lights ticked on the sides. Green and red, for an explosion. 

All of a sudden, surrounding Alis were the rogues on the ship. About ten or twelve of them, each one holding a smoke bomb with their faces covered. "READY?" Alis called out to them.  "READY!"

"READY!"

"READY!"

"READY!

"READY!"

"READY!" 

"READY!" 

"READY!"

"READY!"

"READY!"

"READY!"

"READY!"

All twelve of them said together, and in sync they threw the smoke bombs onto the boat. PSHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!! White, puffy, grey-tainted smoke filled the surface of the Bloodstinger; soon to thrust its way into the lower deck. 

Alis' crew began their fight with the other crew; leaving Alis alone, searching for Captain Eva'liera. She walked down the stairs quietly, running her fingers against the wall though, there was an unfortunate turn of events. 

Boom! An elbow struck into Alis' left shoulder, dropping her onto her feet, but she quickly rolled away; pulling the trigger on the crossbow. Voom! The arrow was dodged by a centimeter, slicing Eva's open hand, and piercing the wall behind her. 

BOOM! The bottom deck went with the arrow exploding. Leaving Alis somewhere on the deck, and Eva clueless. This was no crossbow or bow or ranged fight, no. She wasn't to let her steam out; and she was just about to do that. 

"Come out, Alis! I MADE YOU! I CREATED YOU! You can't possibly believe that you will win you little rat!" Eva called out, gasping when Alis' fist struck her kidney, causing the woman to crouch over for Alis' footpad to shove into her lower back, forcing her forward and into the wall.

Eva grinned, knicking her nose with a thumb; spitting on the ground beside her. Quickly turning on her heels, the female ran forward; arms open to clasp around her body in a linebacker's type of tackle. This was exactly that; CREAK! The wood went beneath them as Alis was slammed into the ground, and what sucked more was that the crossbow didn't save her from the fall, it hurt her more. Heated pain filled her back, coughing up some blood. 

Eva had the advantage, straddling Alis; balling her fists up which slammed into Alis' face, leaving her face thick-blooded. That, wasn't the end of anything. Her hand moved to the back of her belt, taking out a pocket knife. 

"FUCK!" Eva screamed at the feeling of a dagger being thrust into her shoulder, dropping the knife. Alis wobbled onto her feet, hands gripping Eva's buccaneer chest; lifting her up. Alis' bloody face shoved up against Eva's, nose to nose. 

"You never paid me back, you stupid bitch. And you almost sold me out to save yourself- I have eyes everywhere." Alis' knee arrowed up into the poor females abdomen, forcing her to move forward and closer to Alis since she was gripped. 

"I-I... I know you killed someone's son..." She coughed up, smirking as Alis dropped her on the ground, pistoning her fist into the female's jaw. 

"No big deal, he was a prick anyway." Alis heaved out, grunting when Eva faded out of sight; but suddenly came back into view when she stood in front of Alis, a gun marked at her forehead...

Alis moved her right arm up; shoving her wrist against the gun which forced it to the side, the trigger pressed, shooting the smoke-filled area behind them. Eva was caught by surprise, blinking when the gun was dismantled out of her hand and thrown to the ground; Alis taking Eva between her arms, keeping her head cocked to the side, kick-boxing the shit out of her stomach again.

Blood, it was everywhere. Painting the upstairs level with a crew that was at evens, three or four dead on Eva's crew, two or three on Alis'. The bottom level was marked with a fight for "dominance" between the two Captain's. Eva began to cough blood up, letting her head loosely rest against her shoulder as if she gave up, but she didn't. 

A flick of her right wrist and a blade slithered out of her bracer; shoving it into Alis' stomach. Poison lathered, crippling poison. It would take a few minutes for the poison to actually become a true virus in her system. 

Shadows curled around Alis' form, the runes that were available to sight began to glow; the females body was brought behind Eva; the bow she had used earlier was now around Eva's neck; the string pressed into her throat, the metal of the bow was used as a handle. 

"Last words, precious?" 

"...Die in a fire, you bitc--" Split! Like that, the horse-hair string slit her throat clean, the head dangling from one small piece of bone and skin, like a waterfall blood slid down her body and touch the floor.. Finally, the head was cut with her bow string. 

It.. rolled away and stopped when it hit a wall.

Alis started to breath hard, slinging the bow over her form again. She tried to keep herself on her feet; making her way to the vault, opening it and shoving the gold and jewels into a large bag. 

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"Leave, Captain! Leave!" One of the medic Tauren's yelled at her, noticing the poison fill her veins, shoving the veins against her skin. "Save yourself!" There were only a few left, and two medics. 

Alis shook her head, walking forward but stopped when she dropped on a knee and found the crippling poison touch her tissues, breaking into her organs. 

"LEAVE!" The last of her crew yelled at her. She tossed the bag of gold towards them, knowing that they would survive. They had to, otherwise she would have to hunt each bastard on Eva's crew down and kill them herself. 

After the toss, she was already running into the large forest, unaware of where she was. She saw an alliance base camp, and nearly walked right into it until she took sight of the blue. 

Within a few minutes her sprinting stopped, leaving her in a bongalo full of supplies. Someone either lived here, or recently abandoned it. 

Her eyes filled with tears at the pain, crawling up the stairs to rest on the hayed over floor; turning on her side, taking in what she thought had to be the last of her life on Azeroth. The sight of large trees, tigers and tigress; hidden panthers, large gorillas... All of that. 

Like shields, her eyelids fell heavily over each eye, leaving the darkness to take her away. All she was, was crippled. 

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"'EY! YO!" A Troll yelled at Alis who was cold against the ground. "GI'UP! THI'AI' N'INN!" He grunted, moving her shoulder around roughly but stopped at the chill on her skin; murmuring. "Maki' m'do so'voodoo shi'." He hauled Alis body over his shoulder, bringing her downstairs, shoving her against the bed. He grabbed his supplies, opening each jar open; beginning to lather her open skin with oils, liquids; his voice humming the sound of what sounded like curses but were really only natural spells to keep her alive. 

Alis' breathing started to pick up, but slowly. Though, nothing else of her fingers twitched. Not a single finger did, it was only her breathing. The Troll wiped her form clean, slipping her out of her blood-stained armor. "Tha' the Lo's tha'yer'aslee'. Oth'wis' dis wou' b' awk'." He stared at her body, tossing a hand to the side. "Ye'elves 'adly 'ave an' curv'. I li'me so'tro' women." He looked over at a faded image of his wife, smiling sadly. "I mi' joo." His eyes fell to the ground, getting up to grab one of her robes, pulling the large outfit over Alis to keep her comfortable. 

"Yous gon' b'in a coma fo' a'bit." His hands moved through her pockets, trying to find a picture of someone to see if he could connect with them, to let them know about her condition. His hand stopped at the back pocket, feeling a piece of paper crumpled up. 

He looked down at it, seeing that the picture was of a man with fiery red hair; the only thing that was colored in, everything else was shaded in a dark color. At the bottom it was signed, 'Aliseras L.' And to the side there was a name, 'Shiranai Sav'el.' 

Alis body laid limp while the troll began to write out a letter, not sure if this Shiranai guy was alive or not. He did it anyway, and tried his best to keep his tongue clean and clear. 

"Dear Mister Sav'el, 

I saw your girl naked..' The troll grinned, wondering it he should scribble it out but didn't, returning to the writing. 

'No' in-   Not in a bad way. I found your girl in the upstairs of my bongalo, spiked with poison and some serious injuries. Her condition isn't bad, but it also isn't good. I finished healing her as much as I can, but she didn't wake up. Which means that she happens to be in a coma, if you feel the need to come to the house and see how she is yourself, go ahead. Five-hundred Stranglethorn Lane. The one good lookin' bongalo 'ere. 

Sincerely, 

Doctor Zambabi" 

The Doctor curled the note up, shoving it into the birds feet, whispering something and there it went, flying to give the letter to that man. He got up, looking at Alis. He thought of how his wife used to correct him on his speech to make sure no one could be racist to them, and he loved it. He looked to the side, remembering how his wife would climb down the stairs and give him some tea as he worked on cures. 

"I'm sorry for letting you go, Wifey. I love you." He got up, trudging up the stairs leaving Alis downstairs and movementless on the leaf-filled cot. 

[[[[PART ONE!]]]]]

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Aliseras crashed Khey’s early morning tailor-date with what new outfits she could wear, and what was definitely disgusting and out of the picture. Alis and Khey had conversed about something that went down recently, and for some reason- it should have hurt Khey more than Alis. 

Khey flopped onto the bed, turning with her hand tucking beneath her head; keeping her head up. “I’m just sick of goodbyes.” She looks into Alis’ eyes, moving a hand against the mattress and near her chest. “I saw it coming, you two kissed and I wasn’t around to gvie him the time he deserves… We lost our connection the moment I lost myself. I’m not made for a relationship. It’s not who I am apparently.” She shrugs her shoulders. 

Alis stood over her, a hand behind her head and the other in her pocket. “You aren’t mad at me, you aren’t mad at him?.. I didn’t mean to take him from you, I’m sorry for doing that—”

"You didn’t take him from me. I lost him in the beginning, I was too greedy to really let him go. Send Shiranai my best regards, and send him a hug from me. Make sure him and I are still friends, alright? He makes for good company."

Alis sucked in a spike of early air, and nodded. “I can send him a letter, I need to finish some stuff with Eva’liera. She shouldn’t have pissed me of—”

"You promised that you would stop your pirate shennanigans?" 

"I did, when I thought I had a truthful buddy out there."

"Don’t die."

"I don’t plan on it. Go talk to Shiranai, he’s in my new apartment..I’m.."

"No more sorries, I’m happy for you. I’m about work, not dating. Him and I have no connection anymore, and if he cries then, well. Expect a small goodbye kiss." 

"You got it."

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Meeee.:3 }}

Joining in on the selfies.<3 HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY EVERYONE!! }}

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That blindfold was a piece of shit. I'm glad that I can see again. 

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LOLOL. WOW. I LOVE YOU GUYS.<3}}

Target - Xander is assassinating Renwyck. Let the epic battle ensue.

The wind whipped quickly through the open window of Renwyck’s bedroom, the curtains caught up in the flurry for a brief moment before settling back against the window frame. Dark shadows crept upon the moonlit floor, scurrying like rats against the cracked and aging floorboards. A soft creak of a loose plank was the only prelude to what was to come.The agile elf slunk to the side of the human’s bed. Renwyck remained motionless with the exception of the even rise and fall of his chest. Peaceful dreams shackled his subconscious to a world of illusion, leaving his physical form weak and vulnerable. A wicked grin peered across the elf’s lips, emerald eyes glowing with delight as he unsheathed a single dagger. He leaned down to the human, gently pressing the edge of his blade to the man’s neck. The elf inched closer still, dropping his head down to Renwyck’s cheek to whisper softly into the human’s ear. “Time to die.”((Renwyck: Okay, dude. Seriously? Half of you blood elf guys wanna kill me while the other half of you wanna get in my pants. And on the RARE occasion, you all wanna kill me AFTER getting into my pants. Is this about Mankrik’s wife? Cause just for the record, I didn’t kill her. Shit, I didn’t even know it was pronounced ‘Mankrik’ until a group of goblins chastised me for saying ‘Mankirk.’))

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AIN'T NO BODY FUCKIN' WITH OUR CLIQUE, CLIQUE, CLIQUE.}}

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FOR ORKUS!!!

MORE OF THE THALASSIAN THRUSTERS AND THRUSTETTES!}}

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THE THALASSIAN THRUSTER AND THRUSETTES!!! 

-Shiranai.

-Tuathal.

-Kray.

-Caelrus.

-Aliseras / Evaliera.

-Enya Ombra.

-Connor. 

-Ellianyya.

-----SPECIAL GUEST STARRING?!?!?!------

LAARAH EMBERFROST WHO WAS TAKEN AWAY BY ELEDRIS FROM RUNEWEAVER!

TYRA FROM RUNEWEAVER!

LLENNE FROM INTOXICATION! /ARIELEN!

ISAM FROM BLOODBORNE!

TAVYSH WHO WAS ASSASSINATED WITH THE FOUR ORIGINAL!

GORE / ARSESHSHIRE FROM INTOXICATION!

ORKUS, SON OF ORKUS!

......The Thalassian Thruster and Thrustettes are coming to a group of people near you!.....!!!

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"The person you take the bullet for is behind the trigger."

-FoB.

[aliserasl]

My head’s under water,

but I’m breathing fine..

You’re crazy,

and I’m out of my mind..

Cause’ all of me..

Loves all of you..

Love your curves,

all of your edges;

all your perfect imperfections..

I love all of you WrA players- roleplayers in general. It’s such a nice way to...