StayA deep breath, and a long sigh.Stay by AranyaVerSarn
Aranya wanted nothing more in that moment than to grant his wish.
She wanted so much to just not move from where she was, with almost every inch of the length of her body pressed up along his, her head resting on his shoulder. She wanted to go on luxuriating in the warmth of being held close to him in his arms, the delicious sensation of his hands wandering on her skin, his fingers through her hair. Just to keep lying there listening to the sound of his heart, his breath.
Or maybe to make their morning like their night had been - hips rolling, teeth clashing in hungry kisses, watching how his fists clenched in the sheets and his toes curled whenever she flexed around him, gripping and squeezing him, snug and slick at her center.
“I can’t,” she replied. The arcanist turned her head to look him in the eyes. “The alignment will pass over the rim of Azshara in two days. I have to get there in time to channel it or I may lose my chance
Chapter Six: DeceptionThe difference between the landscape of Shattrath and Netherstorm made my heart sink heavily into my chest. Far from being a harmless enchanted forest, Terokkar forest still yielded us the background of dreamy, healthy blue skies and chubby white clouds lazily traveling through the horizon. Netherstorm had only stormy skies painted in violent hues, from the brightest violet tones of anger to the sickest and darkest deep purple. Lands that couldn’t grow anything safe for consumption. Chunks of land floating around aimlessly, driven by some vestige of magic slowly fading away. But unlike our troublesome march on Shattrath, we simply teleported our small group to Netherstorm and there were no incidents.Chapter Six: Deception by TheBlindAlchemist
We were welcomed and escorted to the city by a group of goblin guards that approached us on sight. I remember being uncomfortable with the way one of the guards smiled at me, showing all his little sharp teeth. He looked a little less like a green imp because he was chubby. Still ugl
Moving OnMoving On by AzureMosquito
Garethil nodded his head in understanding as the agitated woman spoke. He had tried to get a word in edgewise once or twice, but she spoke so rapidly, barely pausing for breath, that he had since contented himself with letting her ramble. He sighed inwardly at her request; as if he had time to go all the way out to Zul'Aman to search for some so-called buried treasure that may or may not even exist, not to mention dodging angry trolls the entire way. That sounded just like his idea of a pleasant excursion...
Looking at the woman near tears, he suddenly felt ashamed for his irritation. This artifact was said to have healing properties and if it could save her child, who was he to deny her that hope? How she had even heard about it was beyond him. He was a historian and an accomplished archaeologist and he had never caught wind of this item before. And she had come to him precisely because he was bo
Moving On, Pt 2Moving On, Pt 2 by AzureMosquito
Garethil felt his skin crawl as the hippogryph passed into the Ghostlands. Not only was it far too close to Silvermoon City for comfort, but the land was dead, tormented, and it tore at his druid soul to see the land so ravaged by disease and decay. He had seen the beautiful Eversong Woods further north, making the Ghostlands all the more grisly a contrast in knowing what it should have been. He shuddered again and fixed his golden eyes instead on the troll city they were rapidly approaching.
Zul'Aman was once the power seat of the Amani empire, threatening both the high elves in Quel'thalas and the humans in Lordaeron with extinction until the two races joined forces and all but destroyed the troll nation. Zul'Aman was now all that remained of the once vast empire, and the trolls guarded their home with a ferocity that was terrifying, striking out at any outsider with a vengeance.
Despite this, Garethil and others of the Purpose
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