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"So let me get this straight..." Petrov wondered. "You basically can't be a druid?"
"I don't know!" Ahrk moaned. "It's like, they don't want to be in tune with me, like we're not compatible anymore."
Petrov crossed his arms. "This 'they' you speak of, it's those forms you take?"
Ahrk sighed, gazing out across the lush plains near the big white ( Read more... )
One arrow deftly lands, the undead looks skyward as the arrow's momentum in his skull made him. His body faulters, and the rogue colapses with a cold, lingering thud.
Twilight unleashes another arrow, a mage tries to scream in pain, but finds he is silenced. Another arrow lands its mark and the mage never is ehard again.
For so vary long Twilight had embraced this challenge, this quest of the all mighty Alliance. She had faught many battles on this war torn land that would never see peace for another hundred years.
Twilight, adorned with cuts and poisoned wounds, sighed as she enjoyed one of her few endulgances, drinking and refreshing before engaging the endless flow of the enemy. She thought to herself "Is this battle truly just? All those I have slain, and will slain really the villians in this story....or am i?"
Twilight peted Masamune gently, tossed him a trea and lifted her hand and yelled for him to attack. The cat quickly and ever so loyaly abayed, disapearing into the violet shadows of the Netherstorm landskape. But another thought crossed her mind "If Ahrk cannot embrace the animal forms...is it possible i may one day not be able to call ont he aspects of the hawk and cheetah? Will one day, i not be able to command Masamune...would i have to harm him in self defense?" A tear almost crossed Twilight's face as she knew too well the tragedies this would bring.
The Night Elf drew her bow taught, closed one eye, steadied her am as she breathed deeply, held for what seemed like an eternity, and released another arrow of death. Another foe fell silently in this cursed land, this Eye of the Storm.
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