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(( BYEEE, and second half of the story. ))
(( It is with a heavy heart I bid my fellow LiveJournal-ians adieu... FOREVER! Just kidding. I got you, didn't I? DIDN'T I?! Moving on...I will be gone from LiveJournal for a bit, but I don't know how long. This makes it crucial for you ALL to be on WoW. (I'm looking at you, Myn. And here is the second half of the story, as promised. )) Eleanea drew her dagger swiftly across the throat of the towering Troll. He roared with rage as his head fell. The scream continued to ring in her ears even as she kicked the head off the mountain. The rain was still pouring, and she had braided her hair, the end tied off with a thin golden ribbon from the bodice of her gown. At least, for a little while. When Eleanea awoke, she found herself bundled up next to a merrily crackling fire. She could hear bustling behind her, but she was too tired to turn around. She looked up at a high window. Glorious, glorious golden sunlight was streaming into the room, drowning Eleanea in a pool of light. She smiled, but someone stood in front of her. His golden hair was almost blinding. Eleanea packed up her things, glowing and joyous. The meal she had with Kelan, his sister, Eane, and his grandmotherhad been full of laughs, and she felt elated. She liked them all very much. But now, she felt a squirm in her stomach everytime she saw Kelan; it was sour and sweet, but not in an unpleasant way. She had never liked a person so much as she liked him. She learned that he was a Paladin, and was just eighteen, two years older than she. Eane was Eleanea's age exactly. She smiled as she slung her backpack over her shoulder, and Kelan entered the room. |
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(( Ele Story ))
(( Everyone else had a story for their character, so I wanted one. ZomgEle'spastnowai. It'll be kind of a love story, kind of an adventure story. It will be continued after this, however, and will take a while to complete. )) Eleanea laughed, and it reverberated off the stone walls. The dark, curly haired girl next to her, however, frowned. Eleanea slung her backpack over her shoulder. The pretty green gown she wore tripped her, and she nearly fell out the window. She caught her balance and slowly clambered out the open window. The delicious smelling spring breeze welcomed her. Fitting her feet into the many loose stones, Eleanea slowly made her way down the tower. Her hair streamed down her back, which felt refreshing after being held up for so long. But, as she looked down, she gasped. The city was beautiful by night. Candles glittered in the homes of people who were still awake. The city looked like a model, filled with large buildings and taverns. The stars dusted the velvety black sky, glittering like gems in a ball gown. The din of the Wayfarer's Tavern was almost deafening. Men bellowed bawdy songs, and women danced. Two rogues, a Blood Elf and Troll, whispered in the corner. An undead was tossing his own head up and down. The barmistress passed around drinks. Eleanea felt eyes on the back of her head, but she ignored them. She was fascinated with this place. She walked into one rowdy guard who was clearly drunk. He slurred flirtations at her, and she got away as quickly as possible. "Hey!" She felt someone poke her arm. Eleanea's eyes fluttered open. A tall, handsome Blood Elf stood before her. His golden hair shimmered in the sunlight. She blinked and rose. Eleanea tripped and fell. The great beast roared and beared down upon her. She screamed and shoved her dagger into its chest. It rolled over, clearly dead, blood spurting from its chest. She rose, breathing heavily. The rain poured down, drenching every inch of her, plastering her hair to her face. She tilted her head up, the rain welcome. |
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(( Nine Whole Puppies. OOC. ))
Yes, I'm fairly sure they're whole, and positive that there's nine; four girls and five boys. I can't wait until they're walking around! AND HERE...HERE! is the picture. I'll get a better one up. This was taken with a camera phone.
The brown lump of a dog is the exhausted mother. It took 48 hours to get them all out. I've formed an attachment with one little black puppy and the yellow one. Reminder: They are labradors, will have their eyes open in about 10 days, and will be walking in 3-5 weeks. |
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The Love Still Goes On
I'm writing from the inn in Gadgetzan. I've been out in that desert they call Tanaris all day, and I suspect that's how I'll be spending the next week. Last night, I saw Steyr for the first time in a month or two. He didn't look extremely happy. He told me that he felt horrible for never being around, and I told him that I didn't care. That was the short version, though. Most of it is a blur. I left without telling my family, but perhaps when Trell's around, she'll tell them. I need time by myself, to re-group and simply cry. But, of course, Steyr and I will remain good friends. But I don't think I'll be able to look at him without feeling my heart swell. I do love him. (( The real reason? He's leaving for college in the fall, and will probably kill off Steyr. I told him to break-up with Ele if he ever kills of Steyr. But that probably won't help at all. XD )) |
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I'm Not Dead
No, indeed. I'm quite alive. I've just been terribly busy re-writing every piece of music I've ever written or bought. (( I'm looking at you, Jand. )) Jandercia made three quite demonic weapons. After Trell and I requested she take them back, she said she couldn't. I was infuriated. So, I removed the weapon from my person, but apparently, it flew back into my backpack. And guess what I saw when I pulled it out? Every single piece of music I own, attached to the bloody thing. I went completely insane. I had worked extremely hard on every piece of music that was speared and ruined. My greatest and oldest, my worse and youngest songs, completely destroyed. I cried for a long time, if only out of exasperation. While copying this music, I didn't bother to take care of myself; I locked myself in my room or in the Brill townhall and wrote and wrote and wrote. I hardly ate, slept, or talked to anyone. Finally, though, I'm all done. LATER: |
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(( My WoW Race. OOC ))
This is what I got on a WoW personality quiz:
THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE ME AT ALL. Jerks and liars, they is. |
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Always and Anywhere (song)
(Melody is very sweet, med-speed.) The more you love me, [CHORUS:] There is not a day Let's leave this place tonight, [Chorus] No one will know our name, Love has been seen, heard, sung. [Chorus] I'll lead you to the ends of the earth, Written for Steyr Khane |
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Visit From a Foe
My foster-father, Kal'ran, came for a visit today, surprisingly. He arrived without telling us, at that. I dismissed my siblings and Anna from this meeting. I know they wouldn't make this a pleasant visit. Kal'ran smiled the nasty smile of his when he saw me. "What a lovely young woman you've grown into," he said. "Gotten yourself off the streets, eh?" I pursed my lips. "Yes, sir," I said politely. He eyed my scarred face and hands. "But she still hasn't been able to keep herself out of troubled," he whispered. I rose and forced myself to smile. I offered him some tea, which he declined. Kal'ran was still watching me, judging my every moment. Sooner or later, I knew, he would try to get a rise out of me. I would play the perfect, lovely lady. He would have nothing to criticize me about. "And you are not married?" he asked. I shook my head. "No, sir," I said, respectfully lowering my eyes. He smirked. "Ran away from any engagements?" he inquired. I knew he was referring to my running away, when I was engaged to a man twice my age. This time, I raised my eyes, staring hard at him. "No, sir. But I am in a lovely relationship with a lovely man," I said tersely. He perked a brow. "Is that so? Who?" I told him little about Steyr, save his name and his occupation. He didn't deserve more from me. For once, Kal'ran seemed impressed with me. "A Blood Knight, eh? Lucky you. Your sisters (foster sisters, in any case,) remain unmarried, save one. Pity, really. Such pretty girls. Though I daresay you've become just as lovely, perhaps even more so..." Here is where he rose and walked over to me. His face was inches from mine, and his breath smelled foul, as always. I drew back and stood. "I doubt that, sir," I whispered. "But I would rather be renowned for my intellect than my beauty." "Eleanea, Eleanea." He grinned, showing yellow teeth. "You are eighteen now, yes? Unmarried, hm? Perhaps you should come home with me, to visit your sisters." He stepped forward. "I can visit my sisters whenever I wish, sir," I said. "For they are upstairs." Kal'ran reached out to grab me. I pressed a flaming hand on his shoulder. He slapped me. I reeled back. Aarfen walked slowly down the stairs. (( Time for the smack down! )) "Is there a problem here?" His deep, calm voice was a miracle. "Because, if there is, I'm sure someone will be able to settle it." He moved off the last step and stood next to me. Kal'ran smiled that oily smile. "Of course not. Merely conversing," he said. Aarfen turned my face towards him. "Funny, then," he said. "That Eleanea would have a bruise on her cheek when she didn't have one before. You are dismissed, sir." |
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Of Renais
Infuriating man that he is, Renais has decided to speak to me again. Aren't things going bad enough? He insults Steyr and tells me how to live my life. Gah! Why can't he go far, far away? He follows me and appears at random times, interrupting conversations. When I'm alone, he says I'm 'reclusive.' At the same time, while he's insulting Steyr, he drops hints that he's a much better man to be with. Pfah! He can run to his little whelp of a girl, Elynari. She throws herself all over him, and good enough for him. Renais deserves a woman who will most likely cheat on him. While he's relatively civil to me, he insulted Emeraldsky today in a way which I shall not pen. |
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Callithen
Must there always be a complication in life? I found Callithen talking to Jandercia. You can only imagine how angry I was, him asking her where Mynai was. I played along for a bit, Jandercia constantly whispering to me to ask if she could hurt him. I replied no every time. Soon, I gave in and 'showed' Callithen where Mynai was. I told him she had fallen off a cliff in Mulgore, along with Anjula. And, all the while, I've been missing Steyr horribly. |
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Elithaen
I met with Mynai's brother, Elithaen, today. We bumped into each other, rather. He looked dashing in a well-tailored, new-looking suit. But he also looked very upset. I immediately knew the cause and asked what Trell had done. He didn't quite reply and asked for advice on how to win Trell over. I told him to just...try to be her friend, and her friend only, for now. I didn't have the heart to say that he would never have a chance with Trell; she's far too afraid to be in love. (( That's right. I called her a coward. NOW MARRY ELITHAEN. )) I was very upset that I couldn't have been of more help. Elithaen is charming, and Trell would be lucky to have him. |
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Jandercia
That Void witch. That Nether-swallowed-and-thrown whelp. *Several more extremely violent, rude, and more modern curses are written on the page.* (( They have been omitted so you won't choke on whatever beverage you may be drinking. )) We went to Maraudon to have her be sharing bodies with her good (mildly) and evil self. I'll write more later today. Later |
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Druids and Ashenvale
Just a quick post. I went to Ashenvale to get my eyes fixed up today. The Druids were most obliging. I can see most perfectly now, perhaps even better. I met Trell there, who looked much better. We both saw a slight vision of Dark Jandercia, however. What could she be doing in the mortal world? |
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OOC Spam Post
HAHAHAHA. I have a cold. How do ya feel about that? Happy? Depressed? Opressed? Scientific? Writa-tific? |
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OOC Post. Again.
Yes. There will be a lot more IC posts, soon. Bear with me, eh? ANYWAY...Here's something I wrote today that was modeled after what Queen Elizabeth I carved into a window while held prisoner by her sister, Mary. Here is the original: Much suspected, by me I'm aware that it isn't the same as Elizabeth's, but that's what gave me inspiration. |
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Well, well, well...Today HAS been an interesting one. We went under Lordaeron and got Trell's Light back. Allow me to explain. I found Trell's journal today and discovered her and Jandercia's plan to reclaim the former's former magic. Naturally, I invited myself. (I was not missing this.) We, meaning Jandercia, Trell, and I, headed out. The first creature we encountered was spider-like. It may not sound it, but it was terrifying. Trell and I killed it together and headed onward. What we next encountered, however, I think will haunt me for years to come. Finally, after much Banshee screams and Light pillars, the Entity was killed. I fell to the ground, extremely weak. Wisps of red, black, and purple (who was Aen) came from the Entity. Trell begged me to capture the wisp of red in shadow. I mustered up the last of my strength and did so. But a serpent away with Jandercia's now limp body. Trell ran away, and I saw a blinding Light in the distance. I smiled weakly, half-blinded, and fell down the stairs. Now I find myself, healed but still not seeing well, at home. What happened before this, I cannot say. I remember vaguely being brought to the Naaru, A'dal, by Trell. But, oh glorious day, Trell has gotten her Light back!!! |
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Missing Contact From PEOPLE.
I have hardly seen anyone for the past week. Honestly, I would take talking to Renais, by now. The closest thing I've had to talking was listening to some man sing in Booty Bay. I bet my voice is hoarse from lack of use. Athela, Aarfen, and Malendria all went off somewhere. I'm home alone. I thought about writing, but that wouldn't be speech, would it? Singing might work, but my piano needs tuning. ... What a hopelessly dreary life. |
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OOC; Goin' To Boston
A second OOC post. :O But I shall share the experience of going on subways and walking through Boston. Because they amuse me. HAHAHAHA. Me and twelve other people went to the Muesem of Science in Boston earlier today, and I went on my FIRST subway. :O!! Okay...Let me tell you that it was absolutely disgusting. And, I swear, there was a guy with tourettes in one of the stations. He was screaming, "HEEEEEEEEY!" for a solid five minutes. Anywho... The first train we went on was acceptable. The other one, we were squished into and people I don't know were all pressed up against me. Then we got on the WRONG subway, and had to go to dinner before we went to the Omni Theater. We went to a German restaurant, which was very good. But the people next to us were clearly drunk, and I saw three jugs of beer being led to their table. It was kinda funny. The Science Muesem was awesome. There were stairs that, when you walked on them, made music! The Omni Theater made me light-headed at first, though. The roof and some of the walls were engulfed with screen. My new friend, Abby, and I got glared at by some bitter old woman for laughing at the beginning. The lady who was testing the sound was weird. <.< The movie was good, though. It was about a guy who climbed an area in The Alps. But the thing I learned most is that I am NEVER doing that. It looked extreeeemely scary. We stayed in the giftshop for about an hour, playing with toys. :D. One of the people who came with us was a guy fresh from Korea. He was really nice, and told me that my cat's name in Korean means "apple." His name was Tesung. On the last subway, I almost fell into some guy's lap. That thing is WAY too rickety. All in all, it was very, very fun. WHEEE! |
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Updating
Trell and I have had yet another argument. It was about Malendria, of all things. Trell called her a "Void-witch." I slapped her. We have not spoken since. What brought on this sudden hatred of Malendria is unknown to me. Mynai hasn't been around that often, but I did see her a night or two ago. She didn't look that good. I pray she will be alright. The person I'm missing most is Steyr, however. I have not seen him since the Lunar Festival was around. |
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Anna
Anna has returned from battle! But she seems to be the worse for wear. Her hair is just growing back, as she had to cut it. You see, she had to pretend she was male, or else they wouldn't let her fight. I have no idea why, however; They have let many a woman protect this world. Anyhow, though... Anna has a large gash on her cheek and several scars on her waist. Her hands are rough and cracked. Her legs are slashed. Her appearance is nothing like my dear cousin, and not much her personality, either. Her tongue has been roughened by her battlemates, and she is far more crude. She is not much like the lady who left home, who left me. However, this does not mean I don't still love her. On the contrary, she is far more amusing now, not so serious. But nonetheless, I was surprised to see this tomboy. Actually, the song in my last entry was partly for her. You see, before she left, we had a rather big disagreement. I had been feeling truly horrible a week before she was taking off. It was as if I was falling into the Forgetters' group once again. I was doing smoking and drinking in secret. Anna caught me one night, and was furious. She roared that I was killing myself, and that I was selfish enough to want to be dead, that I didn't care about my friends and family. I can understand her anger, now. But at the time, I was just as angry. |
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