The mage swallowed as she looked out over the scarred battlefield laden with dark stains, crumbled carrier wagons, arrows, and battered armor. The wind picked up and sent a chill through her shoulders. She wrapped her arms about herself as her opalescent hair lashed at her cheeks.
“It’s awful,” she said, voice barely carrying above the breeze.
“Hm?”
Anarchaia turned to the Illidari behind her, fists clenched against her arms. “I said it’s awful,” she spat. “All this and for what?” She gestured at the scene below.
Sargeras’s massive blade casted its shadow over the area where a Horde azerite mining convoy had been intervened by an Alliance scouting party, blanketing the scene like the curtain covers the stage after the final act.
“Power, obviously,” Grimory responded matter-of-factly, unmoved by her tone. “You speak as though war is unfamiliar to you.”
“And is that something I should be so ashamed of?” She scowled and narrowed her queer colored eyes up at the man she’d come to know as her friend and ally.
He stepped past her to observe the valley of Silithus himself, red and dry…and diseased. Crawling with goblins and insects and cultists. His head turned to meet her red pupils with his own slit ones over the cracked edge of a broken horn. “No.”
Anarchaia blinked in the shadows of her fluttering hood, taken aback. She cleared her throat and looked down at herself. “Well I have no plans to become familiar. While I no longer hold my title of apprentice, I’m staying in Dalaran. They can have their petty feud.”
A sort of laugh hummed within the back of Grimory’s throat and he turned back toward the worn path leading from the plateau. “Enjoy the comfort of faux peace then, yeah? Some of us have obligations to uphold.”
She furrowed her thin white brows and turned to watch him go. “And what of you, then?” She lifted her arms at her sides helplessly and scoffed in disbelief and disgust. “Going to go join the ranks in Orgrimmar? Have your experiences during this last war meant nothing? With the elves in Azsuna? With the draenei?” Her arms fell back to her sides. “With me?”
Grimory laughed again, this time a quiet chuckle through amused fangs. He stopped to turn to her. “You forget. Before this,” he gestured to himself–his horns, his tattoos, his scars, “I was–am quel’dorei.”
“Stormwind will never let you past that portcullis while fel pumps through your veins.”
“Hillsbrad,” he corrected, turning away again with thumbs tucked carelessly in his belt loops. “To protect the only thing I have left.”
Anarchaia parted her lips to retort–to argue, to reason, to plead–but after a moment simply closed them again. Fists clenched, she turned back to the valley bathed in the red of the setting sun. Her jaw worked beneath the parchment white skin while she struggled to swallow a scream of anguish. She took in a shaking breath.
“Then I’d best do the same.”
grim-and-ana: The mage swallowed as she looked out over the scarred battlefield laden with dark stains, crumbled carrier wagons, arrows, and battered armor. The wind picked up and sent a chill through her shoulders. She wrapped her arms about herself as her opalescent hair lashed
kottkrig: So many of you who enjoy my groovy undead people. I greatly appreciate that you’ve stuck with me so far!GUIDELINES⋆1. Must be a follower2. Likes & reblogs both count. Max two reblogs per blog.3. No giveaway-blogs or botsART REWARDS⋆1st place: half body in
So many of you who enjoy my groovy undead people. I greatly appreciate that you’ve stuck with me so far!
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3. No giveaway-blogs or botsART REWARDS⋆
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radikatt: me, in tears: someone call 911 maelovar…. belongs to @koltiradw
pebe-art:This is how Hana acted around Lich King and now around Arthas! Finally, they were able to talk not only in their minds!
This is how Hana acted around Lich King and now around Arthas! Finally, they were able to talk not only in their minds!
lieswithincomic:Lies Within updated! Thanks for reading! (and yes, we’ll get back to the main boys soon… :x)Next Page | First Page
Lies Within updated! Thanks for reading! (and yes, we’ll get back to the main boys soon… :x)
ebonfeathers: Necromancers are so heckin COOL! I got to draw this awesome character for an art trade with @kottkrig! I’m really happy with how it came out! :D [[Only Kott has permission to repost with credit, but reblogs are loved!]]
Necromancers are so heckin COOL!
I got to draw this awesome character for an art trade with @kottkrig! I’m really happy with how it came out! 😀
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ebonfeathers: Another trade, of a gorgeous Nightborne for @chieris!! :D I had an absolute blast drawing this fabulous boy! [[Only Chieris has permission to repost with credit, but reblogs are loved!]]
Another trade, of a gorgeous Nightborne for @chieris!! 😀 I had an absolute blast drawing this fabulous boy!
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ebonfeathers: Ending my mog spam with Anthoriel because I’m tired as shit. I suffered too hard for those fury blades to mog over them, and I liked my mog too much to change it, so we are at an impasse with that one. Anyone that’s read my comic will be familiar with this good
Ending my mog spam with Anthoriel because I’m tired as shit.
I suffered too hard for those fury blades to mog over them, and I liked my mog too much to change it, so we are at an impasse with that one.
Anyone that’s read my comic will be familiar with this good pure boy
I love Anthoriel so much, he’s such a good bean.
I get so nuts when people confuse him with Eonith because Eonith is a piece of shit lmao
