雨滴: Family Business

She hasn’t been around in roughly two years and tonight I was re-reading her tales, the published and not published stories and it made me realise that I should continue her chronicles…this is a continuation in the current arc I left Ame at.

She had been quiet on the long flight home from Prague, even in the comfort of Aleksander’s family jet, Ame had not said anything other than the urgency to return home to Tokyo, Japan as soon as possible. Aleksander had called his family and requested their plane and though they finally checked out of their Tower suite in a hurried state, Ame had not opened to Aleksander, her expression far away from the present. Before take-off, Ame had sent an email to her older sister Meiakane of their arrival time in the private tarmac of Haneda International airport. As soon as they landed, two private cars in black were already awaiting their presence, the Hayato symbol embellished on the driver’s door.

Giving her bags to the driver, Ame slipped into the back seat of the first car grabbing her Hello kitty Samsung out of her hot pink Dolls kill purse immediately dialling her sister’s own phone number. Sliding into the passenger seat beside her, Aleksander watched concerned as she quietly talked to Meiakane before ending the call. “Ame…” the Russian began softly reaching out for her, Ame looked up at him, a pained expression on her face “I know you will tell me it is going to be alright, but I can’t think of anything else, not until I see Otou-chan for myself”.

Aleksander nodded grasping onto her hand “I am here though Tsvesti, don’t shut me out” Ame felt the tears well up in her dark eyes as she choked up “It is the only way I can cope with pain all my life” the Russian quickly slid over beside Ame and held her tightly allowing the Yakuza to cry again, letting out all her anxiety flush out. Ame stayed snuggled and silent against Aleksander for the whole trip to the hospital of where her father was admitted.

The black family car pulled up in front of the main wing of the Tokyo Takanawa Hospital and the lovers stepped out of the car. Ame had cleaned her face and re-applied her make-up though Aleksander had said she wouldn’t need a new face when seeing her family. But for Ame it was her mask against the troubles of the world, whether it was in the presence of the media or going out for a kill in the name of her family, wearing make up gave her self confidence that she could achieve anything. Clutching onto her pink novelty purse, Ame inhaled deeply before entering the large white building, Aleksander at her side.

Reaching the main reception desk, Ame quietly asked in her native tongue the whereabouts of her father, a nurse had offered to direct the Yakuza and her partner to him. Trailing behind the nurse, Ame attempted to quell her shaking hands, she knew that her father was in good care, TTH was known for their compassion and skill in mending their patients even those on the other side of the law. It was a safehouse for the Hayato’s and their secrecy was respected by the staff at the hospital. Ame realised she had dazed off and only the assuring squeeze of Aleksander beside her brought the Japanese young woman back to reality. They were standing in front of double doors leading into a private room.

Taking another deep breath, Ame mumbled to Aleksander “Wait here” before she opened one of the single doors and walked inside. Immediately seeing her father, half awake and quietly discussing with Mei, almost made Ame explode and wish to pounce onto her father and embrace him. Mentally noting that perhaps was not wise in the state, Masaru was in Ame recollected her emotions and bowed to both her family members “Konbanwa Otou-san, Onee-chan” she greeted them formally. Meiakane sighed out relieved walking around the bed and embracing her younger sister.

Ame once again used all her willpower to not cry in her older sister’s arms “You made it” Mei sounded relieved before releasing her. Tentatively approaching the Oyabun of their proud family, Ame grasped onto one of her father’s hands. Despite being hooked up to the machines to his left side, Masaru still looked strong while sitting up in the bed. He smiled warmly at her “Okaeri nasai (Welcome home) Ame-chan” his voice however sounded distant but still carried tenderness. Once again the tradition of hiding emotions was recited in Ame’s head but in the privacy of the ward, Ame felt her shoulders crumble and carefully she embraced her father’s shoulder weeping into his hospital gown.

Masaru at first looked bewildered before his face softened and he rubbed the top of his daughter’s head with soothing hushes “I am alright Ame-chan, you do not have to worry about me” “Gomen nasai Otou-san, I should have been here at home rather than gallivanting overseas and making a fool of myself” Ame sobbed quietly in return. “You needed to recover from your own injuries, the break was necessary for you” Masaru understood and gently lifted Ame’s face to look down at him “Our family is strong, we do not need to be in each other’s lives every day to protect the other”.

Ame nodded knowing that though her father had gotten himself injured, there was a reason he was the Oyabun after all these long years. Taking a handkerchief from her purse, Ame idly dabbed at her eyes ensuring to not ruin the eyeliner as her sister noticed the flame hair waiting outside the ward. “Ame….you brought him?” she arched an eyebrow staring at her sister. Ame paused before biting her bottom lip nervously as Masaru looked confused “Him?” the youngest Hayato could have frozen on the spot and though the timing was way off, this was the opportune moment to introduce her Russian to her family and disclose what Agent Huntington had informed her in Prague.

“Ano…hai (yes)” was all Ame managed to stammer out before quickly exiting the room and outside, she had soon come back inside holding the hand of the tall, red hair Russian whose face carried clear composure was quaking inside as he came face to face with the Hinotori and the Hayato Oyabun. “Otou-san, Nee-chan…this is Aleksander Volkov, we met in Prague and his family are known weapons dealers in the underground”. Masaru exchanged a brief look with Meiakane who held back the amused expression. She knew her siste was inwardly panicking at introducing the foreign lover to their father, now it was up to him if he approved or not.

Sitting upright in his bed with assistance from Mei, Masaru addressed Aleksander with an intense stare, the tall young man worried he was gonna collapse under the weight of his gaze. Nodding twice, Masaru finally spoke “We have heard of you Volkovs, your family has been in the business as long as we have been” Ame allowed her shoulders to slowly relax watching her father continue “What is your interest in my daughter Volkov-san?” Aleksander cleared his throat before speaking up, hoping that his own accent would not be difficult for Masaru to understand him.

“Ame is my everything Mr. Hayato, we originally met on the familiar ground of her older sister, the Hinotori” with that, Aleksander respectively gestured to Meiakane “Killed off my family’s own enemy back home in our country, Oleysa Zima” memories of the fight in New York City was brought back to both sisters and realisation dawned on Meiakane. The Russian Mafia who had hunted Ame into the United States from China. Masaru had realised too “It seems we have made an ally in you Volkov-san, now on your other agenda on wishing to have my daughter’s heart” casting Ame a look, noting she looked nervous and it almost made the Oyabun chuckle “I approve, as long as you can keep up with her”.

The youngest Hayato relaxed completely and she bounced in her strappy heels “Otou-chan, he definitely can!” she chirped happily before calming herself down and averting her eyes from the amused expression of her father. Meiakane cleared her throat “What is the other news that you gave me a slight hint in the email before you landed?” Ame’s face became sombre as she exhaled slowly before announcing “The American CIA require our help”.


LL LOTD: Style in the Office

{Reblogged} Corporate outfits can be fun depending on your job and how flexible your boss is, for my alternate reality self she works in a high end fashion magazine so she can express herself as an individual while still wearing the designer brands that her magazine promotes.

She tends to wear pink and black a lot more than any other colour being her trademark. As always, sharing three for you this week.

Editor-in-chief’s Assistant: Inspired by the aesthetic and feel of Runway in the movie Devil wears Prada, I was going for something similar with the office and the outfit as well. Top is by Jackie, skirt by Alexander Wang, earrings are Karl Lagerfeld, make up Bobbi Brown and belt is inspired by Christian Dior. My favourite piece in this LOTD are the badges- the ice cream, the Lucky cat and the mermaid shells since I love novelty personally.

Lunch Break: Mixing professional with unique trend and keeping to my own style, this LOTD is another office outfit while going on lunch break. The imaginary magazine is located in Los Angeles and I could see myself venturing into Little Tokyo during my lunch hour then picking up a glazed cruller on the way back to the office. Top is by Rosie Assoulin, skirt by DSquared2 and shoes are Valentino. My favourite accessory featured is definitely the pink keyboard bag by Joao Sabino, it is very unique.

Back to work: After the holidays and travelling around the fashion capitals, returning to the usual grind in Los Angeles while publishing the memories of the fashion weeks either in New York City or Paris. This is a very feminine LOTD going with her mood of being in a content relationship where is it no longer hiding from the public. Ruffled pink top is by Zerdocean, skirt by Chic Wish, shoes are Kurt Geiger, belt is Saint Laurent and earrings are Dolce & Gabanna.

Story Time: In Bloom

Sagehold, Stormsong Valley, Kul Tiras

Hunched over a book of ancient magic, Andais Lu attempted to read the single paragraph for the tenth time. But her concentration was not with her, not since she had spontaneously kissed Vynsand after the Battle of Brennadam. He did not push her away, rather she felt him return the kiss but after they had been sent to Sagehold to learn about why the tidesages had stopped blessing the new vessels for the Kul Tiran navy and the pair no longer had time to talk. The warlock also had yet to see Vynsand’s face despite everything when she knew he was going to reveal himself that night after dinner.

Closing the heavy book shut in frustration, Andais placed the book back on the shelf and went to retrieve another volume, she had offered to isolate herself in the Tidesages massive library to find clues on the water mages missing and learn about their history. It was suppose to take her mind off Vynsand but so far it was failing her. She was about to sit down and begin reading the new publication when she felt a presence nearby. Quickly looking up, she sighed out softly “You need to make yourself known, you tread too lightly” before her, Vynsand let out a soft chuckle “My apologies, are you finished here?” the warlock shook her head “Sadly I am no where closer to discovering the whereabouts of the tidesages or their history”.

She watched Vynsand sit opposite her and she swore she could feel his eyes stare. Clicking her tongue, Andais tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and placing the book on the table in front of her “We need to talk…” “About what happened in Brennadam, I know” Vynsand finished her sentence, his hooded face nodding. Andais was relieved, it was clear to her now that the mage was just as distracted as she was. “I’m sorry I kissed you without letting you know, I know you are very particular on your sense of personal space and I just threw that out of the window” Andais began, her hands began to flurry about rapidly as she attempted to hide her nerves or thumping heart in her chest. Vynsand reached over quickly grabbing her hands “Easy Andais, you’re overthinking too much. Never apologise for acting on your emotions, its perfectly normal human behaviour” “Yes and inflicting it upon you, an elf” Andais retorted back though she enjoyed their hands being linked on the table.

Andais was frazzled and overcome by her feelings while at the same time trying to apply cool logic so she would not scare away the elf but once again Vynsand was understanding and managed to calm her inner storm. Standing up and walking around the small, study table Vynsand kneeled in front of Andais “Don’t ever hold back what you feel, especially around me” his velvety tone was gentle and sweet. It made the warlock smile slowly and nod in thanks, her reverie was interrupted as she felt familiar lips chastely kiss her cheek before she was helped onto her feet. “I believe we have investigated too much, let’s go” a faint blush stained her cheekbones but Andais still followed Vynsand out of the library “And go where?” “Scenic route?” there was a teasing tone in Vynsand’s voice and it made Andais arch her eyebrow but smile regardless “Okay?”

Stepping outside into the midday sun, the two casters headed towards the stables. Andais prepared to summon her dreadsteed when Vynsand reached back and pulled her inside the stables to his own horse, jumping onto his ride he offered a hand to the warlock who blinked surprised but followed suit and hopped onto the horse behind him. “Sharing a steed?” she remarked though her gloved hands easily went around Vynsand’s waist, the mage nodded “Easier” before they took off out of the tidesages town. Vynsand led them over the rolling hills of the valley and this gave Andais time to take in the beauty of Stormsong.

They were in the middle of Spring and the weather was a mixture of early morning showers and sunshine during the day. Everything was blossoming and though there was the talks of world war and other local issues, Andais sighed out in contentment. Leaning forward, she rested her chin on Vynsand’s shoulder pad, her arms tightening around his waist. She felt a single hand grasp hers into a gentle squeeze and Andais found herself smiling again. Vynsand had taken them through the most picturesque spots in the valley and keeping to the main roads to avoid the wild beasts that ventured on the hill. They were soon riding up one of the inclines before reaching an outcrop that faced the entire Stormsong valley.

Gasping in delight, Andais was helped off the armoured warhorse and walked to the edge of the peak, staring out across the valley. She inhaled deeply and took in the fresh air of the mountains blowing down behind her just as Vynsand reached her side, their hands found each other again and though there was silence it was a comforting feeling between both. “Andais, I should tell you who I am” Vynsand began, the warlock turned to her companion and smiled wistfully “I shouldn’t have been pushing you these past few months, I trust you and you don’t have to show me if you feel uncomfortable” Vysand cupped her face in one of his hands “Are you sure?” his voice was uncertain and worried. Andais continued to smile “Yes”. This time it was the mage who issued the kiss.


On their way back to Sagehold, Vynsand had teleported briefly from Andais’ side only to appear in the twilight holding a fresh Starlight rose. He kissed her fingertips before passing the glowing flower to the warlock who blushed again and was glad that the skies were darkening though she was certain that Vynsand with his elven eyes could see it. They reached the tidesages town and Vynsand sent his horse back with a stable boy, taking Andais to the inn for their usual dinner together. Discussions were light and merry, there was no talk of faction war or the current matters at hand. It was evident their relationship was blossoming.

Story Time: Revelations

And into the new year I give you a new story

Brennadam Square, Stormsong Valley, Kul Tiras

The mini getaway to hone in on their skills as a scribe and alchemist extended into two more weeks within the green hills of Stormsong Valley. Andais Lu and Vynsand Runebane had now moved from Millstone Hamlet to the central hub of the region, the town of Brennadam. Mixed in with their schedules of training, they had picked up favours and pleas of help from the locals and once again the days began to blend together. The mage and warlock’s friendship had taken an interesting turn since that night they arrived at the miller’s village and both were unsure but wanted to see where it was heading.

In the inn that they were staying run by Terry Rigglesmith, Andais Lu returned home in the evening to a fresh Starlight rose sitting inside the vase on her bedside table. Each night it gave off a soothing blue glow and it made the young woman smile knowing who had given her the gift. During the day it was kept professional between the two and they focused on fixing the problems that arose for the Kul Tirans in Brennadam square, at night however their comradeship turned friendly and dinners together in the inn became a frequent occurrence.

Despite their relationship growing, Vynsand had still yet to reveal his face to Andais and she was growing more impatient with his secrets. She had tried to ask him over dinner but when it resulted in awkward silence, she decided to take matters into her own hands and try and find a solution, a magical way. That usually ended up in hilarious results that left the young woman not attempting to try again and memories forever planted in her mind. Andais decided it was futile for the elven mage to remove the hood and stopped pursuing on the endeavour. It still disappointed her and Vynsand picked up on her different moods.

One particular night after dinner, Andais Lu stood up from the table and excused herself for bed when she felt a gloved hand grab her outstretched arm “Wait…Andais” the deep tone of Vynsand’s voice resonated in her ears and she paused in her step. Turning to her friend, she watched him stand up before muttering “Follow me” but he did not release his hand on her arm. Andais arched an eyebrow but complied and followed him out of the inn. They were walking through the quiet alley beside their profession’s shops when Vynsand paused in front of her.

Andais waited patiently noting how the night sky seemed so clear today, still her hazel eyes stared at the back of Vynsand’s head waiting for him to say something more. “I know for the past year you have been wishing to see my face, there is a reason why I cannot disclose who I am to you Andais” Vynsand began and this made the warlock frown reaching over to touching his shoulder “I told you before Vyn, I do not care if you are disfigured or believe you look hideous” there was a quiet chuckle from underneath the Kirin Tor head piece “This isn’t about physical scars Andais…” Vynsand began, his gloved hands reaching up to pull at the ends of his hood–


Nearby an explosion sounded and a fiery ball crashed into the nearest shop. Screams were heard from inside and Andais Lu immediately sprung into action, running out of the alley and into the main square of the town. She watched as locals and fellow Alliance soldiers came running out of the buildings or began filling up buckets with water to douse the burning square. Andais looked up and turned pale while licks of fel fire crept into the corners of her eyes “The Horde…” she whispered her voice carrying venom. She did not see Vynsand stand beside her and look up, all she cared about was to remove the enemy.

Spreading her hands, Andais felt her familiar spell of Fire and Brimstone charge up her mana, the surging alchemist stone still embedded in her left bracer making it quicker for the warlock to cast her fiery magic. With an angry shout, Andais released an explosive Conflagorate on the closest descending blimp. The fel fire exploded upon contact with the gas contained balloon and the air ship soon fell from the night sky at a faster rate. The Horde that was on the ship quickly flew out of harms way. Andais casted again, releasing a combination of her first spell and now Incinerate into the charging Horde before her.

It was then the warlock realised, her mage comrade was no where in sight. Whirling about in her robes, the Verdant spheres bobbing above her auburn head, Andais’ fel green eyes widened in shock “Vynsand!” she called out above the warring factions and fleeing innocents. She could not see the mage anywhere and it began to cloud her thoughts of whether to attack the Horde or find her friend. Instead she quickly dispersed into the heavy crowds, ushering the locals to safety all the while dismantling the bombs set up by the squadrons of goblins.

Andais casted a Conflagorate on the nearest goblin before running to a huddled family in the corner of the inn and leading them to the town’s line of defense where Sergeant Calvin was giving out instructions to the Alliance champions who had also taken up residence in Brennadam. “I need some of you to dismantle the bombs from destroying our town completely, others need to help diffuse the fires burning and rescues innocents. But someone must be giving orders here. They know the plan, and I want to know the plan too” the warlock perked up at this and she raised her hand “Sergeant, I’ll go hunting for the perpetrator”.

The Kul Tiran soldier regarded the young woman surrounded by an aura of fel fire and nodded “Very well. Captain Lockjaw: I heard him conveying orders. Start with him, but beware of his magic!” Andais Lu smirked as she began jogging back into the chaos of the battle in the main square “He should beware of me” before disappearing into the crowds. It didn’t take long for the warlock to hear from those she assisted in the fight of the location of the undead caster. He was said to be on the outskirts of the town and held the plans sent to him by Lady Sylvanas. While only one Horde blimp remained as his getaway just in case things in Brennadan got too severe and he could easily escape from the carnage.

Andais gently lowered the child into the sobbing arms of his mother, giving him an affectionate ruffle of the hair, she continued her jog down the alleyway only to see a hobbling streak of purple and red. Narrowing her green eyes, Andais casted Fire and Brimstone once again, briefly tapping the bottom of her staff, Legionterror and running towards the running figure. Out in the open, she came face to face with the undead sorcrer who sneered at her from beneath his cowl. Lockjaw’s rotting hands began to glow blue as he casted and shouted in a choking cry “Death is the only way” launching meteors towards the warlock.

Quickly jumping out of the way, Andais dug her slippered feet into the soil and threw her fel fire towards the other caster, he hollered back as his robes were singed in green flames “The Burning Legion will take over your soul!” he spat out. This only angered Andais more and she kept releasing her spell Incinerate towards the undead male, the staff on her back opening a second portal and releasing more fel fire into the sorcerer’s back. Her hazel eyes now an eerie fel green, Andais stalked towards Lockjaw between her gloved hands the familiar spellwork of the Chaos Bolt forming.

“No one owns me” she snarled back before releasing the roaring bolt smacking into Lockjaw’s already crumbling body. He fell to the ground gasping his final breath “She… will rule… forever…” the undead caster spoke no more. Shifting through his burnt robes, Andais found the scroll with the detailed orders from the Banshee queen and she smiled triumphant tucking it into her Diabolic robe pocket. In the distance she heard the battle was ending as the singular Horde blimp quickly flew away from any trajectory arsenal. Her green eyes returning to their familiar hazel hue, Andais realised she had forgotten about Vynsand. Breaking into a jog, she headed back to the square, hoping that the elven mage was alright.

Walking through the mixture of injured soldiers and shaken villagers, Andais scanned each grouping for a pair of pointed ears poking out of a violet hood. Standing in the centre of the square, Andais held back a pained sob her thoughts immediately thinking the worst had happened to her companion. “Andais?” she heard his voice behind her and she spun around, leaping onto the elf who stumbled backwards holding her against him. Though his robes were a smoked or a bit torn, the mage was in one piece.

“Don’t scare me like that, where did you go?!” Andais’ muffled voice was heard against his shoulder, Vynsand sounded apologetic “I was portalling the trainers out of the market, our hub for inscription and alchemy is completely ruined”. Andais lifted her head to stare up at Vynsand, her hazel eyes brimming with tears “I thought you were gone” she mumbled “How could I Andais, I’m an elf” “That is no longer immortal” “Well I’m still before you aren’t I?” a small smile began to creep on the warlock’s face as she reached into the hood finding defined cheekbones and nodding quickly “Yes you are”.

Without thinking what she was doing or wondering how Vynsand would react, Andais leaned her face into his hood and her lips found his.

To be continued…

Story Time: Chemistry

Upton Borough, Boralus, Kul Tiras

Andais Lu was sitting contently on the wooden bench that overlooked the slopes of where Boralus’ wealthy and powerful lived. She had taken a detour from her usual from the Snug Harbour inn and found herself admiring the architecture of the Kul Tirans. She had been so busy with flimsy missions, fighting her inner demons and trying to discover the identity of Vynsand that she forgot to take a breather and admire the sea port she had called home for half of the year. With the festivities of Winter Veil finished and not being called by the Proudmoore’s, the warlock enjoyed the peace.

Winter Veil was a joyous event though Andais did not participate with her present party. She had taken the next boat home to Stormwind City then took the Deeprun tram to Ironforge where she had met up with Mookie and a couple of former friends from her battleground days to celebrate the exchanging of gifts and wearing the holiday colours of red and green. It was also a time to catch up with her old comrades and find out what was occurring in their lives. For a week, there was no mention of war.

A sudden crackle of energy and a teleport bubble appeared next to her, Andais yelped in surprise before folding her arms and arching an eyebrow as Vynsand Runebane stepped out of the portal in his usual mage attire “Found you, now let’s get going” he exclaimed relieved before taking Andais’ hand and pulling her to feet. Leading her through the streets of Upton Borough, Vynsand quickened his pace as they made their way back to the Snug Harbour Inn “I was enjoying the serenity just then, are we being summoned?” Andais pouted adjusting her grip between Vynsand’s gloved fingers.

“No, but you and I are taking a profession related mission to Stormsong Valley” Vynsand replied, his speedy walk never ceasing, Andais still continued to pout but continued to keep up with the elf in front of her. “Can’t we just relax for once and enjoy this time of year? We are always on missions or fighting” “By Elune, do my ears decieve me, Andais Lu, the mistress of Chaos wants to have a break from spilling blood?” there was a teasing tone in Vynsand’s voice and Andais Lu smiled a tiny bit before snapping her fingers and watched tiny fel sparks dance across her companion’s armour. With a raise of his own glowing hand, the mage diminished the tiny flames and Andais Lu swore he was grinning under his hood.

She then continued “Well no, but I was enjoying the calmness of Upton Borough, you and the others are always worried about me morphing into some agent of the Burning Legion that you now have me double checking on myself and doing meditation more so than the standard practice in the morning”. Vynsand chuckled as they turned up in front of their usual place of rest and grabbed a knapsack that made been stashed behind the main entrance of the inn. Gesturing for Andais Lu to follow him, they walked to the stables and the warlock snorted before casting the spell to summon her dreadsteed from the depths of the Twisting nether.

There was the demonic neigh of her steed and the fel horse appeared saddled up and underneath her, giving her mount a tender pat, Andais waited for her companion who soon came out of the stables on his own horse. Seeing her dreadsteed, Vynsand remarked “You will never opt for your normal horse Andais?” the warlock arched her eyebrow “Do you know me Vyn?” the hooded mage laughed before galloping out into the streets of Boralus, Andais quickly followed as she gave a silent farewell to the calmness that was her post holidays reverie. It was back to business.

The ride through Fernwood ridge was uneventful and while they had a quick pit stop in the town of Brennadam, the pair continued their trek through the green hills of Stormsong Valley. The valley itself was full of life and Andais found herself getting lost to the beauty of nature, it was like the lands of the night elves before it was tainted and she felt her heart lurch painfully in memory. She brought herself back to the present and noticed they were heading into the small village of Millstone Hamlet. It only had a population of twenty and all were either farmers or merchants.

Andais watched Vynsand pull up to the closest stable and gave the boy a couple of gold coins, Andais waved her hand and with another neigh, her dreadsteed disappeared back to the Twisting Nether. Taking in her surroundings, Andais saw a small inn, a couple of shops with local goods and and houses on the hills behind the windmills. It was a simple life for the Kul Tirans that lived here and yet it made the warlock smile to herself. It had reminded her of Dawn’s Blossom in the mystic lands of Pandaria.

“One of the shops nearby hosts for both alchemy and inscription, you can focus on your own individual work while I go out and collect herbs for my potions” Vynsand was soon at her side and gestured to the small shop that was located next to the inn. Andais looked surprised but nodded, it seemed that this venture out into the mountains would not be as eventful as she had thought at the beginning. The pair exchanged farewells and with her bag of inscription tools, the warlock headed into the small shop. There was no scribe or alchemist but the tools for both professions were laid out on either side of room.

Buying herself a cinnamon raisin pretzel and pricklevine juice from the innkeeper next door, Andais Lu parked herself inside the small building and began to work away on updating her scrolls of protection and emergency teleportations. Every now and then, her fingers would crackle with fel fire, the bloodlust for battle threatening to come out and take over the warlock. Still, Andais managed to keep the anger down and focused herself even more on her talents in being a scribe. Last time she had spent so much on scroll work was when she was in the floating city of Dalaran, before the Burning Legion arrived.

Hours passed and Andais had lit up a single candle on her desk but continued to keep her head down, her auburn hair falling out of its usual ponytail, covering her face like a curtain. Andais was so lost in her work that she almost jumped in shock when a glowing blue rose was placed on top of her rolled up scrolls. Dropping her quill, Andais picked up the flower in wonder, her hazel eyes sparkling against the candlelight and blue glow of the rose “It’s a Starlight rose, found it on one of the mountains during my gathering” she heard Vynsand’s voice behind her. The warlock smiled to herself before seeing her mess of work spread out in front of her “I lost track of time…” she began “We can have dinner if you like” the mage sat next to her, his leather bag bulging with herbs and flasks.

“But you haven’t started brewing?” “I am an elf Andais, I can continue this into the evening” Vynsand’s voice carried amusement. Andais’ smile grew and she nodded still holding the starlight rose in her hands, standing up she leaned forward and kissed the top of Vynsand’s hood “Thank you Vyn, its beautiful” before walking out of the joint lab and sacellum. If Andais had lingered a bit longer in the shop, she would have seen her comrade remove the hood from his face and watch her leave with his golden eyes.

To be continued…

Story Time: Sweet Tooth

I haven’t posted anything in my blog for so long and I been racking my imagination to post another short story for my warlock, decided to do something random and fun.

The Cake shop, Boralus, Kul Tiras

Andais Lu could not see but she could still hear and smell everything, with two hands grasping hers and leading her through the streets of the sea port Boralus. She had returned to Kul Tiras a week ago after bidding farewell to her friend Booleigh. The night elf druid boarded the ship to her homeland and despite Andais’ protest, she was sent back to the Alliance’s naval island. She had been welcomed back eagerly by her comrades Evrollah, Rahlis and Vynsand before they had excitedly told her of what they had discovered in the city during her absence.

They did not tell her immediately of course, instead she had been blindfolded and led through the busy streets, leading her was Vynsand. Andais attempted to discover which part of the city she was at with her sense of smell and hearing. She could hear the bustling trademarkets and the sound of the docks, but still the small party kept moving. “Honestly Vyn, what is with the secrecy of all this” Andais sighed out impatiently, her gloved hands were squeezed by his and she heard the elf’s laugh “It was Rahlis’ idea, he knew you would love it” “You agreed to it Vynsand!” Andais heard Rahlis to her left objecting.

“I would have loved to have shown you but these gents disapproved, honestly acting like children” Evrollah’s dramatic side was heard on Andais’ right and she felt a smile form on her lips. “We may be thousands of years old but we can still act like a children!” Rahlis pointed out and again Vynsand’s velvety laugh was heard. Her group was in good spirits and she did not know why, still it was lovely to be back in their company. Andais heard excited children run past and the sounds of bells sounding off in the distance. It was bringing back familiarity and perhaps the reason why her friends were happy.

Andais kept up her fast walking past despite being led by Vynsand and almost ran into her elfin counterpart again when he suddenly stopped “Jeez Vyn, could have warned me!” “We are here!” she heard him say and felt her hands being released and the blindfold being pulled from her face. Andais squinted in the afternoon lighting as her hazel eyes adjusted to the inside of the building they were in. What first hit her was the scents of freshly baked sweet followed by seeing the cakes and baked treats on the table in front of her. She swore her eyes were bulging out of their sockets and she tried to hold in the squeal that dared to erupt from her mouth.

Her friends beside her all had smiles (well she was certain Vynsand was smiling under his hood) and the mage gestured to the shop they were inside “New cake shop, we know you love sweets–” “We figured you needed sugar in your body, you been so moody lately” Rahlis interrupted Vynsand with a mischievous smile on his face. Evrollah gave the void elf an irritated glance before turning towards Andais who blinked in surprise at the death knight’s words. Did she seem moody to them? Sure she was angry and was a warlock on a mission to seek justice for her night elf allies but was she going too far?

Andais remembered Booleigh’s words in the Lion’s Pride Inn a week ago ‘Don’t let the fel overcome you’, she thought she had her anger in check and that it only was revealed during the battles and fights across the island but maybe it was seeping too much into her. The hatred for the Horde had bloomed intensely with every passing day and news of what was occuring in Darkshore and Silithus and she remembered when she used to be so passive and against the faction war.

A hand was placed on her shoulder and Andais was brought back to reality and three concerned faces were staring back at her. Laughing apologetically, Andais plastered her usual smile on her face “I love the surprise, thank you all for your concern. Let’s eat cake!” a couple of gold coins later and the four warriors were planted in the comfy sofas by the fireplace. Andais took a bite out of the slice of frosted umbernut cake and happily indulged in the cocoa and nutty texture in the treat. Beside her, Vynsand sipped from his tea while opposite him, Rahlis had stolen the last butter cookie off the plate much to Evrollah’s annoyance.

An amused grin encroached itself upon the warlock’s face and she placed the plate of cake down onto the coffee table in front of her and folder her arms. “You are all in such high spirits today and this cake shop is divine but I have to ask…what is going on?” her friends paused in their actions and looked up at her. “Andais, you surely could not have lost track of the months?” Evrollah genuinely sounded surprise, Rahlis patted the holy priest’s bare shoulder before regarding Andais “We are in the first week of the Feast of Winter Veil”. It was then the warlock remembered seeing the decorated trees and wreaths around the sea port and a quiet giggle sounded off before she nodded “Oh yes, it almost that time of year”.

Andais could not believe that she had almost forgotten the festive season was upon them. They were reaching the end of the year and yet Vynsand still had not shown his face to her. She felt a twinge of irritation with the mage for she felt he did not trust her in showing his identity. Why was he still afraid? Every time she tried to bring it up, or tried to pounce and pull the hood off his face, the mage would teleport out of the room or magically throw it back on. During her trialling moments, Andais did see a bit of golden hair and pale skin, it had thrown her off a bit because she knew that both night elves and void elves did not bear blonde strands or a pale complexion.

Their Horde brethren however did and it made more questions burn in the warlock’s mind, was Vynsand a blood elf? And why was he infiltrating Alliance territory? Was he a spy for his warchief? But Andais refused to believe that her friend could be one of the Horde. Perhaps he was a high elf, she knew some of the high elves had been exiled by their people in Quel’Thalas, they too were fair skin and had the golden hair. She also knew some of them to be members of the Alliance, perhaps Vynsand was one of them too.

Andais Lu continued to eat her dessert while giving a side eye to her hooded friend, sooner or later she would have to confront Vynsand and ask him to reveal himself. With the growing battlegrounds around the world, Andais had to know where her true allies were even within a group she had known for a year.

To be continued…

Character Bio: Bast/Dinah Llewelyn

No WoW story this week, sorry all! Instead this is a character that I moved from Second Life and moved over to IMVU because its easier to work with and less overheating with Spring’s fluctuating weather.

Codename: Ɓλsτ
Real name: Dinah Llewelyn
Age: 21 years old
Race: Genetically modified human with traits of a feline
Gender: Female
Origin: Born originally in District 7 of Neo-London, moved to a facility in Tokyo-Yokohama where she was reborn, escaped and resides in Drune- an island city in the Pacific rim
Theme song: Sugar Free by T-ara and And&End EDM

Height: 5’0″
Hair: Shoulder length brunette hair with blonde tips
Eyes: Originally blue now glowing silver
Unusual markings/colouration: Her factory ID tattooed on her right inner wrist, she has other tattoos on her body before she was modified
Skin tone: Pale.

Alignment: Chaotic Good
Allies: High Priestesses of Venus, The Cat’s Meow, Circle of Animassin’s
Friends: Professor Xander Chrome, Leena Frost/Skaoi, Lady Aphrodite, Vysand Avelbourne
Enemies: Coal Council, The Confederacy of EU nations, Lab Uni.Que
Father: Dr Thomas Llewelyn, one of the head scientists leading Lab Uni.Que and facilitated Project Gato, he offered his only child to be a test subject
Mother: Caterina Llewelyn, shot dead by the Coal council

Luna: Her katana that has been sliced halfway up the blade allows a sliver of laser to be inserted between the cut
Her twin tails: They have fire energy hovering above that can be released with a swing of her tail, her tails can also extend and retract
Claws: Nails have grown to cat claws with metal tips, assist her in climbing buildings or gripping

Body Modifications
Bast can jump to great heights/leap across rooves, she can also blend in with her surroundings and scale buildings like a leopard and run fast like a cheetah. Her new whiskers alert her of any danger or change in the area surrounding her, she also enters heat like female felines, Professor Chrome has been assisting her in handling these frequent cycles.

Humanity was at its peak of technological and medicinal advancement; the Solar system had been terraformed and populated and a peaceful union existed between humans and their alien neighbours.

This picture-perfect world was where Dinah was born into, in a manor of the wealthiest Neo-London district, Seven. Her father one of the leading doctors of Lab Uni.Que had uncovered a revolutionary idea where they could combine animal DNA and safely transfer it into homo sapiens to speed up evolution for humans to be on the same level as their otherworldly counterparts.

Dinah was 16 years old when her father volunteered her to be one of the first test subjects of Project Gato operating in Tokyo-Yokohama and only processed this notion after her mother was senselessly murdered by the faction known as Coal council. Dinah began to grow into a different kind of woman. No longer completely human but not an animal either, weaponised by Lab Uni.Que to become the ultimate defence for Earth.

She escaped her father’s dominion and fled Japan, infiltrating an illegal immigrant boat and sailing to the elusive mecha island of Drune. Though it was still on Earth, it was reigned by the High Priestesses of Venus who protected its citizens from outside terrors. Lady Aphrodite took in the morphing Dinah under her wing and alongside Professor Xander Chrome, they nurtured the half feline young woman.

Dinah became one of the founding members of the Circle of Animassin’s where she met Leena Frost, another young woman with the powers of a polar bear. Her usual hangout/bar is at the Cat’s Meow, it’s manager is Vysand Avelbourne who has his own panther qualities. While Drune was their sanctuary, Dinah left the island weekly to search for the killers of her mother and to stop Lab Uni.Que from recruiting anymore unfortunate souls for their tests.

Story Time: Sea Change

The Snug Harbor, Boralus, Kul Tiras

She had lost count how many months they had been warring against the Horde and traces of her city of Stormwind or her order hall on the Dreadscar Rift began to fade into memory. All Andais Lu could see in front of her was the dead soldiers of the enemy and the constant presence of collecting azerite. This was what the war had originally been about. The attack on Teldrassil, the retaliation on the Undercity was all because of the azerite that now bled from the sands of Silithus.

The former king of Ironforge, Magni Ironforge had informed Andais of the properties of this new crystal that the factions fought over. That it was in the fact the life force of the world soul that sat in the very heart of Azeroth. Andais Lu refused to believe in anything mystical, having been fed it daily by her party companion, the holy priest Evrollah. It wasn’t until she was given an artifact known as the Heart of Azeroth did the warlock start to believe what the diamond king had told her.

The azerite in the necklace imbued her fel woven robes with new enhancements making able to withstand attacks though they were still made by simple cloth. Her powers too seeping from the depths of the Twisting nether fuelled her anger in every battle and were only growing stronger. Often her companions in her travel party worried that Andais Lu was losing herself to the chaos that gave birth to the Burning Legion but the warlock assured Evrollah, Rahlis and Vynsand that she was still had everything under control. Still, sometimes she wished that she could simply lose control and let the demonic energy take over. Maybe then the tides could turn in favour for the Alliance.

When the warlock and priest returned to Stormwind City, Genn Greysmane saw the weariness in the eyes of the two casters and instructed them to take a boat to Kul Tiras removing them from the front lines of Kalimdor. Though Andais Lu objected to this (yet again) she still boarded the next ship and sent a message to Rahlis and Vynsand back in Kalimdor to meet up with them in the Alliance’s greatest sea port. They had been welcomed by Lady Jaina Proudmore who was now Lord Admiral and overlooking the gathering of supplies and soldiers for the Alliance, she also kept check on the minor problems that would dare rise against her ruling family. Andais Lu had been reunited with Mookie though the warrior could not stay for too long already sent on another mission to the furthest part of the island.

The group had called the market place of Boralus their home and had been assisting in every mission big or small, the tides of war fading and replaced with the mundane necessities of the common folk. Perhaps this ‘sea change’ was good for the weary soldiers but the routine was becoming too easy to adapt to, it seemed easy to forget about the Alliance and Horde fight against each other in the distance continents when the quartet were too busy helping the people of Kul Tiras with their smaller problems.

Changing back into her diabolic robe from the simple night dress that she had bought in the market place when she arrived in the island’s capital city, Andais Lu stared out the small window that faced the harbour. She had her own room thankfully unlike back in Ashenvale when she had to share it with Evrollah. Here, she could have her own peace, though it often reflected in her inspecting the Heart of Azeroth that hung from her neck under the fel robes. It felt like a holiday but unlike her time in Pandaria where she became part of the Order of the Cloud Serpent and wore a dress that suited the serene surroundings, Andais Lu always woke up and having to change into her warring robes, just in case.

Trodding down the wooden stairs, Andais could immediately smell the food being cooked on the stoves and she inhaled eagerly almost bumping into Vynsand in front of her. “Oof!” she muttered before arching an eyebrow “Sure, just block the exit Vyn” the elfin mage looked over his shoulder. Once again he was completely covered up in the Kirin tor armour. His face shrouded as always, he had yet to reveal his face to the rest of his companions though Andais Lu overheard he had shown himself to Rahlis.

“Ishnu’Alah, did you sleep well Andais?” Vynsand greeted her, his tone of voice warm though it sounded like he had not slept himself. Andais Lu arched an eyebrow as they entered the main dining area of the inn and took up a table in the corner “I did, but it sounds like you did not” Andais attempted to see the face underneath the Kirin Tor hood. “I had an errand to run last night” Vynsand sounded apologetic “And you did not wake the rest of us? What if you needed help” Andais Lu pouted, realising that her companion had gone on an adventure without her. A chuckle echoed from underneath the hood “It was a simple task Andais, do not worry yourself”.

Andais Lu rolled her hazel eyes just as a plate of eggs and bacon were placed in front of her, her face lit up as she began to dig in, the elf in front of her had a simple herbal tea of sorts and watched her indulge in her breakfast. “Lord Admiral Proudmore did ask for us after everyone is ready to leave, she requests our presence at Proudmore keep” Andais Lu chewed slowly and a million questions began to race through her mind. Usually they reported to the commanders within Boralus, but if the archmage was requesting their party, something was dire and needed immediate assistance.


The warlock was waiting outside the inn with Evrollah, the holy priest happily telling her comrade about her dreams that she thought to be prophetic. Evrollah often indulged in bragging about her hopes to become a prophet like the great Velen himself, it would further increase her abilities as light forged Draenei and to be placed higher up in the ranks of her people. Andais Lu huffed impatiently and Evrollah paused in her tale “Do I bore you Andais?” the young woman regarded the Draenei and laughed nervously “Not at all, but where are the gentlemen?” Evrollah shrugged her bare shoulders.

Inside his private quarters, Vynsand adjusted his hood in front of the mirror just as there was a knock on the door and Rahlis stepped inside. Seeing the mage fuss over his attire made the Death knight chuckle and lean against the wall “When are you going to tell the ladies of who you are? Especially Andais, you know how she is” “And that is why I cannot tell her yet, can you imagine the disaster” Vynsand’s voice muttered from underneath his hood. “Of you two having a magical argument, I do not want to be there for that” Rahlis laughed waving his hands up as if signalling surrender.

Within the Kirin tor hood, two golden eyes flashed briefly “And with that being said, you put further emphasis on why only you must know who I am my dear friend…for now”.

To be continued…