#draecember day 4

[shadez-art]

Draecember Day 4: Jewelry. Today, I mostly wanted to practice metal and gems. And I think that both of those things turned out really good! The character is Nariphilla, my draenei hunter. She was actually my first World of Warcraft character! She's just been sitting around at level 20 (now level 10) for the past five years, but I doubt I'll ever delete her!

[mongoose-enchant]

Draecember - Day 4

It was night time now. Street traffic had slowed and became sparse while corner stand owners packed up. It was only the cool air and distant tavern music that gave Senkrads his company. Occasionally a passerby would come along but never anyone he knew. Most carried a brisk pace with them, likely wanting to return to home. They disappeared from sight, then from mind.

Senkrads wouldn’t be sitting alone for long. There were plans for an special outing with another and she should be nearing soon.

He idled with his time. The city of Dalaran was enough entertainment on it’s own to allow minutes to pass without notice. His sight wasn’t fixated on any one thing, just bouncing from structure to structure. His gaze found it’s way to the walkway under him. The arrangement and pattern of the stone was of high craft, but he did wonder if it was all masonry or if illusion magic found it’s way into this aspect of Dalaran as well.

A chill ran along his spine. The air was cold, but not cold enough to do that. Senkrads puzzled at the source only to conclude that the memory of Northrend had found a way to bind itself to this particular detail of Dalaran.

Back then, he was surrounded by the undead. Granted, not much has changed since then, only the faces and names of the enemy. How depressing. This wasn’t the state of mind he wanted just before a date! Senrkads looked around, searching for something to erase the sudden appearance of Northrend.

His mind answered. Senkrads recalled an incident between him and a commissioner. This happened quite sometime ago here in Dalaran. A simple enough request; a gem for the new pair of pants this person had looted. Being a warrior, one who favored a big two handed weapon, wanted a very bold looking ruby. The type of cut and finish would easily aid in the desire for more strength. Only... they wouldn’t shut up enough for him to work. By the time Senkrads had finished he had mistakenly crafted something of a more delicate design. He wasn’t the best judge of someone’s intelligence and couldn’t be sure if the warrior would notice. Senkrads didn’t want bad word of mouth to get out to the public so he did what he thought was best. With a little bit of dust left over from a previous enchantment commission he simply caused the gemstone to appear ‘bold’. The warrior accepted the work, didn’t tip, changed in front of him, then ran off.

The warrior didn’t make it far before tripping on a loose rock. Senkrads swore it was due to his newly found agility that the warrior didn’t face plant right there in front of him. He turned, smiled, gave a thumbs up, before continuing on his run.

Recalling this memory had Set Senkrads off into a full on titter. In the moment, the humor was lost on him. But now? Realizing he had gotten away with it? It took the realization that he wasn’t alone any more for him to stop. “By the light,” he said between chuckles, “I am- I am so sorry!”

Draecember: Day 4 - A Memory

[clairetherose]

Draecember 2017 Day 4 - A Memory

((((( I know, late again. I will get these out on time when the semester ends. Anyway! I went all depressing last time, so have heartwarming, this time! )))))

Evening was falling, and Kelci was perched lazily on the balcony outside the house belonging to herself and her wife, in Pandaria. From inside, the smell of something cooking wafted out to her and she smiled. “That smells good!” She called in, turning to look toward the kitchen, her once-blind eyes trying to sneak a look at Hiwa cooking. “You sure you don’t need my help?”

“You stay out, you food thief!” Hiwa called back, “I know your evil plot; you’re going to try and eat everything while I’m cooking! You won’t fool me again!” The Kaldorei poked her head around the corner of the door frame and gave Kelci a playful grin, then stuck her tongue out and disappeared. “Besides. I want it to be a surprise!”

Kelci sighed heavily. Her plan was foiled. “Caught me!” She giggled back, leaning against the wall and tapping her hoof against the wood beneath. After a few moments passed, she closed her eyes, simply feeling Hiwa’s Chi. “Hey, I love you. You’re my world.” She wasn’t sure why she said that, but it popped into her head.

The cooking sounds stopped, abruptly. Even though she knew what was happening, Kelci played along, waiting just long enough to open one eye. Barely an inch from her face was her wife’s, grinning at her. “You’re too amazing for words, so I brought this instead.” She said, then kissed Kelci deeply without any hesitation.

Kelci, of course, wasn’t about to complain. When their lips parted, Hiwa had one of the Draenei’s horns gripped in her hand, gently. More of a reflex than anything else. “Now stop being distracting so I can finish dinner.” She commanded with a smirk, and leaned in for one last peck on the cheek before heading back into the kitchen, shaking her head and laughing.

With her wife firmly occupied, Kelci’s mind instead began to wander, back to the very first time they met. It was years ago, before her eyesight had been returned to her, at a bar in Stormwind.

The Monk began to doze off…

Kelci sat at a table in the Pig and Whistle tavern, in Old Town. Across the table, her best friend Amelia was leaning back in the opposite chair, taking a rest. Though both sat as members of the Volfram council, Amelia was far more experienced than Kelci was, at leadership. While the human woman appeared relaxed, Kelci had a tingle of nerves keeping her on edge. The notices had been posted around Stormwind, telling people that Volfram was recruiting, but so far, only one person had answered the call. Amelia took care of his interview in short order, and he had been inducted already. He was downstairs, likely getting drunk at the bar.

Kelci sighed, settling her hands in her lap, gently. It was hard for her to properly take stock of the tavern around them, what with her blindness. Even with her ability to sense Chi, there were enough people that everything became muddled. She would have had trouble dealing with so many, usually, but there was a very large mug of tea before her. Tea always calmed her. Amelia was also abstaining from drinking, as she often did. She didn’t like to drink very much, whereas for Kelci it was more out of necessity. Any alcohol clouded her mind and threw off her Chi; a single drink for her was like being near blackout drunk, for anyone else. Just tea, for now.

“Amy?” She asked, feeling out for her friend with her sense. There she was, as warm and welcoming as always. It made Kelci smile.

“Hm?” Amelia had been dozing off, almost. “Oh, sorry Kelci, what is it?” She shifted in place. Kelci heard the scraping of the chair’s legs on the wood floor, the creak of it adjusting to Amy’s new position. Her friend’s voice came from higher up, as well. She wasn’t slouched, anymore.

“Can I do the next one?” The Draenei asked, hopefully, “I need to learn to be a proper council member eventually, don’t I?” She was hopeful to live up to the responsibility. Even though she’d sat on Volfram’s council since its inception, she had never felt like she contributed as much as the others. Whether that was her inexperience, or her inability to see, she wasn’t sure. It was almost a certainty that they felt pity for her, and she could feel it on their voices and in their Chi.

Sure enough, as Amelia spoke, there was that same familiar tone of remorse as she observed the Draenei. “Oh, of course! I’m sorry to have been hogging them so much,” She let out a low laugh at herself, “I didn’t even realize I might be taking something from you. Go right ahead, okay?” And there it was again; just that slight hint that Amy felt sorry for Kelci, even if she wasn’t doing so on purpose. The tiniest of wisps in her Chi. Kelci knew her much too kind to be willfully condescending, but with all the factors that seemed to be in the Monk’s way, it was more than likely a subconscious reflection of what she saw.

Kelci smiled, though, not wanting to make anything of it. Amelia had good intentions, and was still a good friend to her. “You’re fine, don’t worry about it,” She smiled back, “I’m just putting my name down for the next one.” She mimicked writing in mid-air, then snickered at herself, “Yeah, because I could actually put my name down for anything. I guess we’ll just have to see who walks in.” She smirked, “Or at least, you will.” It had been a long three hundred years since she lost her eyesight, but even ten of those years ago, she would never have been joking about it like this. Her training as a Monk had renewed her lease on life, and she found it easier to enjoy a spare joke every now and then, at her own expense.

Amelia joined in Kelci’s mirth, happy to see that her friend wasn’t actually upset with her. She’d seen Kelci angry only once before, and didn’t want a repeat of it. The girl could be scary, even without her sight. “Alright, then. Next one’s yours, but I’m on spotting duty. Am I your seeing eye dog?” She joked, snickering quietly. She rarely made references to the curse that occupied her, but seeing Kelci in such a good mood was inspiring her. Knowing that her friend was limited, she turned her eyes toward the door, scanning the faces of those who came into the Pig and Whistle.

After a little while, intermingled with chitchat about this or that, Kelci sensed something. A feeling unlike the others in the bar; Chi closer to Amelia’s. It felt a tinge wild, as if a beast was waiting behind, but still kind and welcoming. And unmistakably Kaldorei. “Someone approaches,” Kelci commented, sure there was no other reason for someone like that to brve this particular bar. And sure enough, before Amelia could protest, the Night Elf woman climbed the stairs to reach them.

“You guys Volfram?” She asked, with one of the notices clutched in her hand. “I hear you’re looking for people.” Unsure of who to address, she looked between the two women, finally settling on Amelia, who shook her head and pointed to Kelci. The Elf followed her direction and grinned at the Draenei, instead, “What can you tell me about you guys?”

Kelci was almost surprised to be addressed, and she blinked. It was a holdover from when her eyes used to work. “Ah, well. Like you identified, we’re called Volfram. I think the closest thing to what we are is more like a family, than anything else.” Though she was trying her best to face the woman, Kelci’s aim was off. With how crowded the bar was, her sense was less precise than it might usually be, so she was facing off to her side, a little. “I’m Kelci, and this is Amy. What’s your name?”

“Hiwasawa Shadeleaf,” The woman replied. An odd name, for an Elf, but Kelci could hardly recognize that. “But just Hiwa is fine. Also; are you… blind? You’re staring at a post on the railing. And yeah, it’s an attractive post, but c’mon. Hot Night Elf here.” She snickered, hoping that wasn’t too mean.

Kelci, of course, laughed back. “I mean. Yeah.” She gestured at the scattering of scars all around her eyes. “Or did gray and lifeless not quite give it away? Really too bad, I wouldn’t have minded seeing what a ‘Hot Night Elf’ is.” She adjusted her facing, “Hang on, is this better?” She asked, still off-kilter a bit. Something about this woman made her playful.

Hiwa grinned, delighted that this woman was such a good sport, “Nahhh, but almost. Now you’re… making sexy eyes at a chair. Is that what Draenei are into? Huh. Never been jealous of a chair, before.” She tapped her fingers on the table to make it easier to locate her. “Gray for sure, but hardly lifeless. I can see determination in them. And just a hell of a lot of strength.”

Kelci was thankful for the tapping, but the overt flirting was a bit much and her cheeks went a darker shade of blue. What was it about this woman? She finally met her target right on, the combination of sensing her Chi longer and audio queues helping her zero in. “Ha! Got you. Now. I should probably at least pretend I know what I’m doing, here.”

Amelia, for her part, was mostly silent, but smirking like a mad person. It was rare to see Kelci engage with someone like this, especially to see her so receptive to flirting. This had been a fantastic idea. She elected to simply let the two be.

“Oh, darn, now I have to see your face.” Hiwa cackled back, “Lucky me.” She tapped the table again, then leaned forward on her elbows, “I believe you were supposed to interview me, not just flirt.”

Kelci jumped in her chair. Hiwa was right. “Oh, uh. Yeah. So!” She proceeded to give the Kaldorei a brief rundown of what their group stood for, what it wanted to accomplish. Hiwa, for her part, kept the flirting to a minimum during the explanation. There was a time and place, and this was mildly official. When Kelci had finished, she nodded.

“Well that sounds like exactly what I’m after. What do you need from me?” Hiwa sounded excited to have stumbled on something so fitting for her.

Kelci beamed, “Oh, perfect! Just some questions about your abilities, really. What you can do for us? Though… unless my sensing of your Chi is off, I have a general idea. Still, I think it would be better to hear it from you.”

Hiwa cleared her throat. Time to shine and impress the cute goat. “Well, I guess what I do the best is mend the wounded. But I’m pretty scary when I turn into a cat and turn things into kebabs with my claws. So, yeah, if you guessed Druid - spot on!”

Kelci giggled at the idea of a cat making kebabs. “I want to be around for that, one day. It sounds… hilarious, really.” She gestured in Amy’s general direction, but just missed completely. “Both Amy and I are healers, as well, at least primarily. But there’s no shortage of wounded, these days. That would  be a more than welcome skillset. Next question! Tell us about yourself, at least briefly. You don’t have to share anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

That question made Hiwa pause, just a little bit. She had to debate how much to tell. “Well, up until recently, I was with a sorta military group. But it disbanded. Probably for the better, really, too many had died. Your ad mentioned family. I wanted something like that, again.” This was a far more introspective Hiwa than a few minutes ago. The woman had some depth, too. Kelci felt her stomach churn.

“You’ll fit right in. Third question.” Kelci nodded, more than pleased with the answer. Her first real interview and it was going so well. “Just… tell us your goals. What is it you want from us? We aren’t obsessed with gaining power or conquest.”

Hiwa snorted, “Good, I’d be worried if a nice girl like you wanted to conquer anything.” She gave Kelci a sultry smirk, realizing a moment too late how fruitless that effort was. “…I guess I want the same. Somewhere to belong and feel needed. A family, really.”

Kelci returned a warm smile, even if she couldn’t see the smirk. “Perfect, as far as I’m concerned, you’re in, so long as Amy’s alright with it.” She waited for an affirmative murmur from Amelia, then continued. “I just… have one more question for you. Would you like to go out some time?” She’d made her mind up about that roughly five minutes ago, but wanted to be proper first. Hiwa seemed a great fit for her, and didn’t even appear to care about her blindness. Just perfect.

It took Hiwa only a split second to reply, “Damn right I will. I’m free day after tomorrow, all day. Did you have an idea?”

Kelci was overjoyed. “Not yet but I will! Here, Amy can give you an official communicator and tabard, and I can use that to contact you. I… can’t wait. It’ll be fun.”

Hiwa seemed equally delighted. Kelci could sense her Chi going all aflutter, even if outwardly she was cool and calm. “Perfect! It’s a date!” She chimed, ecstatic with how things had turned out.

Both of them were giddy with anticipation, and for good reason. Though neither knew it at the time, they would someday be married. This was only the beginning.

Back in the present day once more, Kelci was shook awake by Hiwa. Her eyes blinked open and she saw her wife staring at her, arms folded. That same amused smirk painted her face. “Were you daydreaming?” She asked.

Kelci yawned, “Apparently I dozed off. Had a wonderful dream, though. It was about the day we first met.” She rose and embraced Hiwa, bumping their foreheads together.

“Oh how delightfully cheesy.” The Elf exclaimed, hugging her tightly. “Now come on. Dinner’s ready. I made your favorite.

Together, they moved away from the balcony and the fading light of early evening. Two souls intertwined, and perfect for one another.

[gaelshorne]

A Missed Chance (Day 4)

A draenei man sits at a a desk. With pen in hand he begins to write.

"What... are you doing," the well armored gnome asks the draenei.

"Vhell my friend, I a writing about zhe first time I crossed blades vhiz Yvara. Vhy so interested, Morandor?"

"No real reason. It's just weird to see a big lug like you writing. You're not going to 'express your feelings' are you?"

The gnome's coldly glowing blue eyes narrow as he smiles.

"HA! Probably. I steel have zem, Mor. May as vhell use zem."

"Gaar... You're an idiot. And I'm proud to call you my friend. Regardless, I'm heading out. I'll give Mograine your love. Oh! And I want a copy of what you wrote," the little gnome nonchalantly waves a gauntleted hand as he exits the small house.

Gaar shales his head and gets to the task at hand.

The training field in Mac'Aree was wide and open. The grass swayed gently in the breeze. The large class of Vindicator hopefuls had been brought out to spar.

"You will all pair off and spar. Try to find domeine outside of your normal disciplines. You need to get to know how to fight a variety of styles," Vindicator Rellos bellowed.

"Hey, Gaar," Irezsi said.

Gaarzagon turns to the draendi woman. Her dark hair flutters in the breeze, and brushed against her back swept horns.

"Hmm?"

"You see the woman over there? I hear she's the best in her discipline."

Irezsi points a pale finger at a regal looking woman.

Gaar's mouth dropped open in shock.

"What is a woman like that doing here? Shouldn't she be in a parlor some where," he asked.

"I don't know. Go ask her. Oh, and Gaar? Take her seriously. I wasn't joking when I said she was the best," Irezsi says with a smile.

With a hard swallow and a push from Irezsi, Gaarzagon made his way over to the woman. The whole way over felt like miles. He watched her smallest movements. He saw her curled hair flutter in the breeze and threaten to escape from the jeweled headband she wore. Her armor was well cared for, and well used. Irezsi was right. He couldn't afford to underestimate his would be opponent.

As Gaarzagon got closer another male swaggered over to the woman.

"You're Yvara, right," he asked with a voice full of bravado.

"Aye," she relpied in a smooth calming voice.

"Then, we should spar," he said with a wicked grin.

"Excuse me, Cyel. I was going to ask her," Gaar said politely.

He turned to Yvara and bowed.

"It would be an honor to spar with you," he said.

Yvara looked between Cyel and Gaar.

Cyel was an impressive man. Corded muscle, bravado, talent, and a large crystalline maul. His armor was well cared for, but not well used.

Gaarzagon, on the other hand, was average in size. He carried a well used zweihander, and his armor was well cared for.

Yvara gave the men a small smile, and turned to Gaar.

"It would be my pleasure to be your partner," she said with a bow.

Cyel growled and went to say something, but was cut off.

"Cyel, the lady made her choice! Go find someone else," Vindicator Rellos bellowed.

Cyel huffed and stalked off.

"He's not so bad," Gaar said pulling his sword free of its scabbard.

"He might not be, but he has no respect. Not for his opponent or himself. You do," Yvara said as she readied her shield and crystalline mace.

"To respect everyone, until they prove they don't deserve it, was the first thing my Father taught me," Gaar said.

"He sounds like a great man," Yvara said.

"Aye! He's the best tailor in town," Gaar said with a proud smile.

"Shall we?"

"Please."

With a bow the two faced off. They started by warily circling each other.

"You know, we're never going to get anywhere like this," she said conversationally.

"Oh, I know. I just can't seem to find an opening. Oh, and please, let me find one. It would be rude of you to make one," Gaar said with a light tone.

"I wouldn't dream of it," she said with a smile.

"Excellent! I enjoy a challenge."

"You know... I can't find an opening either..."

"Aye! I practice a lot, you know, when I'm not making dresses."

Yvara stopped to blink for a second.

Gaar was on the move as soon as her muscles relaxed. He started with a heavy downward chop. It was met with a hastily thrust up shield. Yvara countered with a quick jab from the pointed tip of her mace. Gaar danced back, but still pressed the attack with a quick jab of his own. It was countered by well placed shield and followed by a quick mace blow.

Gaar danced around his opponent. Jabbing, slicing, and feinting. Yvara stood her ground, and was like an impenetrable wall. Their bout continued far past the allotted time. The whole class watched the two spar.

"Enough! It's a draw," Vindicator Rellos bellowed.

The combatants relaxed their stances, bowed to each other, and shook hands.

"Yvara Torrai"

"Gaarzagon."

"You two! To me," Vindicator Rellos bellowed.

The two headed over to Vindicator Rellos.

"Good show out there. Just don't spar with each other in class," Rellos said with a wink.

"Now, get going. We're done for today," Vindicator Rellos bellowed.

The class dispersed leaving Gaar and Yvara alone on the field.

"You were wonderful. Might I treat you to some refreshments," Gaar asked with a smile.

"I think I'd like that," Yvara repiled.

Gaarzagon put down his quill and looked the story over with his one good eye. Other memories flowed into his mind as he proofread it.

Vindicator Rellos died during the initial assault from Kil'jaeden and Archimonde. He died valiantly defending fleeing draenei.

Cyel had shown his worth on Draenor. He had died helping fleeing familes.

Irezsi had found Gaar on the Exodar and joined him in his adventures. She had died with Gaar at the Battle of the Breach in Northrend. She too had been raised as a Death Knight, and given a second chance.

With a heavy sigh Gaar set aside his writing and wept.

[sikoho]

Draecember day 4

I remember back on Draenor, there was an orc woman. She wasn't like most of the others, who were big, tough, and stone cold. She was kind and loving. I don't remember what her name was, damn me, but I remember taking walks with her into the beautiful nights... it was amazing. I think that's actually who my first love was, now that I think of it. Can you imagine? An Orc and Draenei? Hah... I can. It's a nice thought.

If I think about it more, I realize that I want to try to get back to her. It'd help if I knew what her name was, though. I just remember seeing eyes that I could swim in for a lifetime, and the most luscious, black hair ever. And a personality so kind, I've never met anyone like that since. Not even Drinuss was that nice -- not that I'm saying he wasn't nice, it's just... he had his flaws and he could be mean at times.

I spent days with this Orc, and never saw her get angry, or be mean, or anything like that. Then again, I wasn't with her 24/7, so I wouldn't know.

[sugarzombieme]

Draecember Day 4:  “Wait! I Can Explain!”

The day had gone by in a mad rush, hooves slipping in snow-slush on the streets of Dalaran. He had to hurry to pick up his gifts! Daedaaran had snagged a fantastic deal on a gift from a goblin merchant who had set up shop in a recently emptied suite and they had arranged for Dae to pick up his packages in the weeks following his purchase. No extra cost, no pressure, no worries! It seemed too good to be true, especially in the hectic season that was Winter Veil.

He had chosen a delicately forged rose gold crown of flowers for his dear friend, Llaeran, and knew the half-draenei would absolutely adore it as it graced his temple and the ebony tresses he kept in a lazy braid.

Walking into the goblin’s shop, there was a commotion and a crowd that Dae had to weave through to find the pick-up counter, and realized that the merchant was the only one running a shop filled with an easy fifty customers. There were shouts of impatience and bargaining, and he tried to get the goblin’s attention only to be waved back to the large pile of wrapped gifts, “They’re alphabetical!” Was shouted over the commotion of the cramped shop, and the slender draenei ducked under the counter and started to look over the names on each package until he found a tag with Llaeran’s name in Dae’s handwriting tied to the ribbon. The wrapping was colorful but rushed, and it seemed the right size… ish. Without the time to open it, and without a merchant to check over the order for him, he decided to take the gift and hope that everything had been wrapped and processed properly -before- the rush.

He planned to meet Llaeran soon after picking up his friend’s gift and found the half-draenei perched gracefully in a dining chair outside the Hero’s Welcome. His cloak was fur lined and he held it gingerly around himself, fighting off the chill of the afternoon and offering a warm smile to Daedaaran as he approached. A small wrapped box with glittering ribbon sat on the table in front of his friend, and Dae soon took a seat and caught his breath. “Are you alright?” Llaeran asked quietly, his voice soothing and calm as the other smiled and shrugged away his stress.

“Just Winter Veil, decided that today would be a great time to pick up your gift, and it ended up being a bit of a rush.” Llaeran smiled a little wider and reached a mesh sleeved hand to take the smaller box and push it across the small table to Dae. With his friend’s gift still in his lap, he took the small box and tugged at the perfectly tied ribbon; it opened effortlessly in his hand and he pulled out a silver necklace adorned with a handmade opalescent crystal pendant and smaller multi colored crystal charms spaced out along the chain. Dae’s eyes lit up and he tucked it under his hair to wear it, touching the crystal and holding it a moment to warm the stone, “It’s beautiful!”

Handing Llaeran his larger, flat box, Dae found himself internally nervous that the right gift in the box, but was also excited beyond words for his friend to see the crown he had gotten for him. Llae slipped a finger under the tape holding hurried paper together and lifted the box lid, lingering on it’s contents for a moment before a deep blush set in across his cheekbones and nose. The reaction wasn’t expected, and Daedaaran slowly leaned to peek around the table - to see a red mesh and white fur-trimmed piece of lingerie folded neatly in the box. Snapping upright, he met Llaeran’s eyes with wide teal ones, a dusky amethyst blush taking over his entire face.

“L-Llaeran, I can explain--!”

The half-draenei bit his lips together and blushed deeper as he reached into the box to pull out the risque garment. “That’s not-- that’s not what I got you!” Dae was beyond embarrassed and reached to push the garment back down into the box when Llae gasped softly and let the garment wrinkle into a small pile on the table. Leaning quickly to look into the box again, Dae sucked in a breath and felt his ears lose twenty degrees of heat as he was a glint of rose gold at the bottom of the box. Slender fingers delicately lifted it out of it’s cushion and tilted it to look over the crown, and amethyst eyes met his as Llaeran’s blush faded into a wide smile that melted away all of the draenei’s stress.

“Daedaaran, I was worried for a moment, but--” He lifted the crown to place it gingerly onto his head, and the draenei adored it more on Llae than he had in the store. His friend beamed at him, a smile wider than he’d ever seen on the halfling’s face, “It’s perfect. Thank you!”

[the-garotta-blog]

Gar dancing, and with some jewelry. I’m sorry I fucked up her face, I’ll fix it one day when I suck less.

[aellesaan]

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She sat in a foreign room, with foreign objects, and foreign people in front of her. Just the other day she had been mining ore, and now she sat at a dinner table, with people she didn’t know. Things she hadn’t seen in years, and had forgotten the names of, sat in front of her, expectant gazes upon her new ‘family’ as they intently watched her. She looked over each utensil, trying to form memories in her head of how each one was used. A circular, disk sat in the center with food on top of it, and on the left was what appeared to be a rather dull, miniature dagger, with another one next to it with four prongs. On the right, was what she thought was a rather miniature shovel. Below the disc, was a white square, and to the upper left was a cup full of some white substance. Too skinny fingers reached up and felt the white square beneath the disc, recognizing it as cloth. She new what to do with the cup, so she started there, in hopes it would be enough to satisfy these strange people. As she picked up the cup, which she was surprised to see was see through, and brought it to her lips, everyone clapped as if it was some sort of celebration. The white milky substance hit her taste buds, coating them in a tart, but yet mildly sweet flavour. She drank some more, thankful it was something other than dirty water.  As she set it down, they turned their attention away from her and began talking amongst themselves, using the pronged utensil to hold the meat, and the miniature dagger to cut it into bit sized pieces. Someone else was using the too small shovel to scoop a mushed white substance into their awaiting maw. She attempted to mimic them, struggling at first with manipulating her fingers to properly maneuver the strange utensils, but after a few minutes, managed to eat a few bites. It was weird not using her hands, and having so much food in front of her, but she gobbled down every last bite, and then some. Who knew when they would feed her again. It could be days, weeks, maybe even a month if she did something wrong. 

The room was full of their constant chatter, which Aellesaan found relaxing. Taking the moment to retreat into her own mind, and rest her body. She felt highly anxious since arriving here, and still couldn’t shake the feeling. She didn’t know what to expect from these people, or what they expected from her. She knew they looked the same as her, but were they really the same through and through? 

[lunri-moonguardian]

Memory lane

The chill breeze of the harbor glanced across the bare purple skin of Lunri as she mulled around Lion’s Rest. The shrubs were being nicely trimmed by the local gardeners, and the typical group of Pandarens sat by the waterfall in the center of the green. The air up here smelt vaguely of the sea, stirring a longing for the home of Azuremyst Isle. The day previously, she had met a male Dranei named Osgoth at the local bar. They had talked at length about the armies current efforts with the Legion, and how they felt about it. They had agreed on a lot of things, and enjoyed the same alcoholic beverage. He had even offered to walk her home safely, to which she had accepted. The surprise on his face when he saw her makeshift tent by the Earthen circle had procured a giggle from her. Even thinking about it now, a smile spread across her features. 

He was supposed to meet her here today, and she looked forward to it. Butterflies ruffled in her stomach, making her tail and tendrils twitch with excitement. Being away in Pandaria for 8 years, and then seeing her sister a few months previously had rendered her unable to enjoy male company like this. It was a nice change, she thought. A very welcomed change.  Speak of the demon, and he shall appear. There he was, walking towards her with a fat smile plastered on. He was still in his Vindicator armour with a shield and weapon on his back, which she found quite odd. She walked up to him, trying not to run to him. He was much taller than she. He taller than the average male, and she shorter than the average female. She despised craning her neck to peer up at him, so she bounced over to the stone fence next to them, and landed on top of it, making her the tall one this time. A triumphant smile graced her features as she planted her hands on her hip in a mock of attitude. “Now look who is short, Vindicator. What is all this armour for anyway? You really think I am going to try to whirlwind kick, and pummel fist you?” At the mere thought, laughter escaped her in a loud guffaw, resulting in his own deep laughing echoing hers. *BANG*

Thunder clapped loudly against the farm house, making the windows shake in it’s wake. Lunri bolted up in bed, curled up under the heavy, fur blanket Osgoth had bought her. Reality rushed back in when she saw the empty bedside, his various accoutrements still littered across the bedside table. A deep sigh escaped from deep within her as she laid back down, and tears escaped her blue orbs. 

[mooseyells]

draecember day 4: out to sea

it’s late but i’m just happy i managed to get something out! xhaji prefers portals to ships whenever she can afford it, but she does enjoy going fishing on occasion

[vaard]

Draecember day 4: Wait! I can explain!

And then Rue got a talking to about honesty and responsibility.

[dameracrystmon]

Draecember 4. Day That's it for today, because it starts guild raid D:

[lesathoart]

Day #4: Wait! I can explain!

Somebody save this poor dumb boy. This was fun and I couldn’t have done it without the input and help from the Draecember discord <3 

[white-demonelf]

Draecember, day 4.: Scars

I didn't has idea for the original plan for this day, so did a bit redraw on Kithaan, he become a russian lightforged draenei. XD (I have a fav russian band, they inspired me!) Also, he's a fury warrior.

[creepyan]

Draecember Day 4: Jewelry

I’m getting late with all the stuff I have to study for exams, but i’m still in the race!

This time Yuula, a draenei mage I’ve already drawn before and posted on this blog, although she’s not part of my main cast, she’s a fun character to draw! 

[caucaxican]

hadi’ra for draecember day 4: jewelry

not only am i late (because i’ve been sick), but i also skipped day 3′s prompt for later because i really wanted to draw this lady!