[The Blood Elf's voice, to those that know him, is notably more sultry now, more feminized...and rather thin with stress as he finally deigns to speak.]

You know-

[And he pauses there, obviously thinking over his words and what precisely he wants to say, muttering to himself in a thoughtful manner. At last however, that big mouth wins out and the ( Read more... )

[When the Blood Elf speaks, his voice sounds a little strained; tired. All of this potential infighting and the Horde versus the one Alliance present is getting to him, though he does his best to appear jovial and smug, as usual.Patrolling as usual - though I may pause here and there to gather some more herbs if I can find any. The ones that look ( Read more... )

[A calm winter day. Soft snow. Duibhín sighs softly, and the communicator might take in the faint sounds of his feet crunching through snow, pausing now and then, presumably as he picks an herb along the way.]

You know...I had not thought I would spend a second Winterveil here.

[His voice is deceptively calm, as if he doesn't want to betray too ( Read more... )

[Oh, hi there Demeleier. Have a dinosaur roaring loudly in your communicator. That should be a good wake up call, right?]

Oh, Feathers, stop it! Just accept the fel-damned bridle!

[Duib is almost pleading with the beast, it sounds like, and Feathers doesn't seem very keen on the idea of putting it's bridle back on for him. This continues back and ( Read more... )