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


Weaponry
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.


History
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.

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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: 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…

Story Time: Unlikely Allies


Stardust Spire, Ashenvale

Andais Lu had somehow managed to survive being partnered up to the Holy priest Evrollah for the past two weeks while in Ashenvale. And though the two women clashed on their different world views and how they lived in the Alliance sanctuary of Stardust spire, when it came to conflict they fought very well together. While Andais broke through the Horde ranks with her spells of felfire and destruction, Evorollath attacked with her powers of holy light. It was a contradicting sight, light and darkness side by side.

They were not the only Allied soldiers who fought in the fallen realms of the Kaldorei, more of the Alliance had been sent out from Stormwind City or Ironforge, joining the two women to take back the lands for the night elves. Andais had befriended an Unholy death knight, a Void elf by the name of Rahlis Somberspark. Though he reported to Lady Alleria Windrunner, the sister of the Horde’s warchief Sylvanas but fought against her sister for she saw no honour in this betrayal, Rahlis was a lone soldier and because of his speciality it often had him isolated from the other squadrons. Because of this, Andais Lu invited him to join her and Evrollah though the Holy priest scowled at the idea of a death knight joining her.

The trio had returned to Stardust Spire after another attempted attack to reclaim Astraanar from the Horde, they thought they had gotten a foot in until the goblins came in with their mechanised weaponry to combat against the gnomes own machinery and the two factions reached a stalemate once again. Andais entered the night elf refuge wanting to burn everything in frustration, it had been like this since she had landed in Ashenvale and from what the weary soldiers had told her, it had been going on like this since the burning of Teldrassil. Why did King Genn Greymane send her here? She had better luck in assisting of the recruitment of Kul Tiran soldiers than reclaiming warring lands.

“Ease your storm lass, no point destroying our final sanctuary” the Beast mistress Gwynva Firststeel placed a soothing hand on the warlock’s gloved hand that had crackling fel fire in her palm. Andais Lu looked down to the dwarf in dismay “We still haven’t made a dent in their ranks Gwyn, this is a hopeless battle” the older woman gave her an encouraging smile and guided her to the inn where they had set up camp “On a wider scale it may seem like we are doing nothing but we are still frustrating the Horde ranks and causing damage, we are still doing something for the Alliance” Andais Lu let out an exhausted sigh and nodded “I suppose so, thanks Gwyn” before planting herself on her bed.

Beside the warlock, Evrollah was in deep meditation, her brows furrowed as she concentrated, her breath eerily even despite having returned from the battle herself. Andais Lu watched her fascinated just as Rahlis joined them, his twin blades still dripping in a mix of Horde blood. Andais Lu quirked an eyebrow “Better clean them up or the innkeeper will have a fit” Rahlis gave a mischievous smile “But irritating Kimlya is so much fun!” Andais laughed quietly “Bad idea, everyone is on edge right now” Rahlis pouted but grabbed the nearest washing cloth to wipe over the two swords. They still hummed with the power of death.

Later in the evening, Andais Lu went for a walk to clear her head, or so she had told Rahlis and Evrollah, what she was looking for was something to annihilate for her pent up anger still oozed from her pores and resulted in sparks of green fire from her fingertips. She wanted to continue fighting in Astranaar and only stopped when Evrollah had requested a druid to restrain the destruction warlock. Once they knew that Andais had settled did the druid remove his vines from the warlock’s hands. It had made Andais Lu grow more annoyed with Evrollah that the priest thought she could control her.

Stepping outside Stardust spire, Andais found herself tracing her steps back to Astranaar when she saw a small squadron of four Horde soldiers marching near her. Hiding behind shrubs, a crazy smile appearing on her face as she casted Fire and Brimstone, a single Verdant sphere glowing green above her auburn head. She jumped out of the bushes and casted Conflagarate to the nearest soldier, an Undead warrior, the loud explosion set the entire group off and they whirled around facing the warlock who gave them a cute wave, all the while her fingertips burned with fel fire.

The Orc hunter roared and aimed his gun towards her and Andais Lu laughed as she threw green fire towards the group, narrowly avoiding the bullet that was shot before releasing bolts of felfire. The demonfire shot through all four soldiers and they howled in pain before quickly charging towards the warlock, still Andais attempted to them at bay. Four verdant spheres glowed over head and her hazel eyes burned green with malice. They all had to pay for what they did.

Tapping Legionterror briefly on her back, Andais opened up a dimensional rift allowing more fel energy to be shot from the demonic staff itself as it smashed into its nearest target the charging Orc hunter who had his gun aimed again. Andais Lu jumped to the side but not before she felt the stinging pain of the bullet cutting through her diabolic raiment, cursing out quietly she spun around and unleashed her favourite spell- Chaos Bolt.

The roar of the fiery dragon-shaped bolt hurtled into the rogue warrior who flew off his feet, running up behind him, a Tauren shaman threw down its totems and casted back towards the warlock. Andais Lu narrowed her eyes and was ready to cast again though aware she was depleting quickly on mana when a blast of arcane magic appeared out of no where momentarily knocking the squadron away from Andais and an elfin, shrouded man in the armour of the Kirin Tor.

“Let’s go warlock!” he shouted tugging on Andais’ arm, she hissed at him and swatted him away “I have them!” “No you do not” the mage countered before leading the scowling young woman into the darkness of the Ashenvale forest. By the time, the Horde squadron regrouped the human warlock and her new ally had vanished.

Walking back to Stardust spire, Andais Lu huffed before shoving the arcane mage away “I could have killed them all but you stalled my my move!” “By the look of your verdant spheres, you would have soon been out of mana and a target for the Horde” the mage retorted back, his tone of voice clearly not amused. Andais Lu folded her arms in irritatation and stomped past the Sentinels who looked surprised at the return of the warlock. The arcane mage followed her quietly giving a nod to the guards.

“Who are you anyway? I did not see you at Astranaar today” Andais looked over her shoulder as she reached the healer who quickly attended to the wound on her arm “My name is Vynsand Runebane, I arrived just today” the mage bowed to her. Andais Lu snorted and rolled her eyes “Well next time Runebane, don’t get in my way”. The hooded mage said nothing back.

To be continued…

Story Time: High Orders

I should subscribe back into WoW and download Battle for Azeroth to get more quality content for my stories but I don’t exactly want to pay the fees again

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Stormwind Embassy, Stormwind City

“With all due respect Lord Greymane, I believe I’d work better with either Mookie or even Booleigh”

“The warrior is already on Kul Tiras assisting Lady Jaina Proudmoore to ask for the aid of her people and I doubt the druid is even in the right mindset right now. She, like the rest of her kin are still affected by the loss of Teldrassil”

Inside the new faction base within the walls of Stormwind City, Andais Lu was arguing with Genn Greymane. She was ordered to take a boat to Ashenvale and assist the Alliance with reclaiming the land for the night elves. She wasn’t going alone however and would be joined by the Light forged Draenei, a priest named Evrollah. The said Draenei stood on the other side of Greymane, her otherworldly eyes regarding the human warlock in curiousity and disdain.

The greying King of Gilneas regarded the high priestess of the night elves, Tyrande Whisperwind sympathetically, the Priestess lost in her own world, her hands clasped together in communication with her Goddess Elune. For the past two weeks she was constantly seeking the help of her beloved deity while also keeping a look out for her husband, the Arch druid Malfurion Stormrage.

Andais Lu’s hazel eyes drew in the solemn appearance of the High priestess and swallowed the lump in her throat. Tension was high even with all the Alliance leaders under one roof, both factions were at a stand still after two of their capital cities had fallen to the enemy. The Alliance no longer had any hold over the continent of Kalimdor but they reigned supreme over the Eastern Kingdoms.

Shifting in Emberscatter treads realising that she could not continue arguing with one of the leaders and nevertheless a King, Andais Lu resigned and folded her arms “Very well, Evrollah and I will take the next boat” “Be careful in Ashenvale Andais Lu, they are no longer the sacred lands of the Kaldorei” Genn Greymane warned. Simply nodding the warlock took a step back and walked out of the embassy, feeling the presence of the Holy priest beside her.

“I understand you completely on why you don’t wish to party with me Ms Andais, I too found this match to be uneven for your entire being reeks of our fallen enemies, the Burning Legion” the Light forged Draenei’s comment made Andais clench her gloved hands in irritation. She was friends and allies with many Draenei especially back in her garrison on Draenor but the Light forged were a different type of the alien species and in Andais’ personal opinion very over confident of themselves. Because they had been infused with holy light and blessed by the Naaru, they found themselves to be superior to the normal Draenei on Azeroth.

This arrogance made Andais Lu not trust them so have one as her partner in a mission to the contested lands of Ashenvale was unheard of! “My robes may have fel magic imbued in them but behind your relics of Holy light, you have the same faults as every other race of Azeroth” Andais snipped back quietly, her pace picking up, wanting to put as much distance between her and the priest. Perhaps if she was lucky, she could get her own boat to Kalimdor.

To be continued…

雨流儀: Wild at Heart



{Reblogged} Ame has no limitations in her young life, since she graduated from college and took part in her family’s ‘business’ she hasn’t stopped unless of course its a cause of the heart. Whether she is shopping in the fashion capitals of the world, having an elegant high tea in London or going clubbing in Las Vegas or Prague, she does it with style.

I have been on a roll when it comes to new LOTD from Polyvore, here are three;
Diva by lucilxlu featuring target wall art
Diva: Europe is the centre of Ame’s shopping if not across the Atlantic and in New York City. She frequents to Europe because of a certain gentleman in Milan but often spends her weekends away in Paris. In the French capital, Ame dresses up to the nines and often in designer’s latest creations. She either shops or attends the runway shows with the rest of the elite but also deals with her family’s connections and business in the Parisian underground. The above outfit is day time style that can also revert to evening by a simple change of accessories, her usual routine is grabbing a Godiva shake along the way. My favourite pieces is both the YSL scale skirt and gold plated harness by Giuseppe Zanotti.

Sweet by lucilxlu featuring a swarovski crystal necklace
Sweet: For high teas or elegant affairs in the public, Ame lessens her bold statements of colour and goes with pastel shades especially if in the presence of other important females. She still makes herself known with her accessories and the fact in this particular LOTD the top is sheer, her skirt is Gucci and heels are Sophia Webster. My favourite additions was the Beauty and the Beast palette and Polly Pocket that acts more as a random accessory than anything useful. The necklace is also by Swarovski with crystal and faux pearls, Ame has also kept her katana hidden underneath her skirt especially if the events she attends have other gang members.

Party princess by lucilxlu featuring a party outfit
Party Princess: Whether it’s at the Lux in Las Vegas or the Deathclub in Prague, Ame has been a party animal since she was a teenager. This LOTD is just one of her many party outfits and when she goes clubbing, she goes all out no matter what the occasion is. I cropped off the Moschino top to bear her midriff and the leather shorts by Balmain are accessorised with Forever 21’s pink fishnet stockings and again another product by Giuseppe Zanotti, the spiked heels. The pink bag is by Salvataore Ferragamo and the gold belt is made by Chanel, she keeps two shuriken in her pocket just in case the bouncers call her up on her gun. My favourite pieces though are both the mermaid face gems and crystal and velvet choker also by Giuseppe.

Story Time: Return to War

I haven’t written about my warlock in so long but watching the cinematic cuts behind the new World of Warcraft expansion, it inspired me a lot to write this short fic.


Dreadscar Rift, The Twisting Nether

So much sacrifices were made.

Azeroth now bled from the wound inflicted by the dark titan Sargeras.

And yet the species of the dying world have turned on each other for the sake of their own greedy needs, the blood of the nascent world soul known as Azerite.

It started with the burning of Teldrassil, the new Horde warchief Sylvanas Windrunner ordered a brutal strike upon the tree of the night elves, it scarred physically and mentally the children of Elune and they are still recovering in the sanctuary of Stormwind City. The Alliance launched a counter attack and saw the fall of the Forsaken’s own Undercity. Now both factions sought new allies to aid them in this world war.

Standing in her Order hall, her body soaking up the fel energy that reeked from the Dreadscar Rift, the Scepter of Sargeras now Legionterror a constant weight on her back, the Destruction warlock Andais Lu shifted on the spot. Her eyes opened, the hazel eyes now burning fel green as she fuelled the angry storm whirling in her chest. She could not forget the anguish upon her friend, the druid Booleigh Evernight’s face recalling the tale of her fallen homeland. Nor could Andais forget checking on the injured in Stormwind’s infirmary. It had unleashed a rage that the warlock had not felt since the arrival of the Burning Legion and she eagerly joined the Alliance army marching to the Undercity.

Andais Lu had reigned demonic fire upon the Horde not caring if it was man, woman or child. They all had to pay for what they did to the night elves. The Horde started this first. Where once was a passive and peaceful soul finding the faction war unecessary was replaced by a dark hatred that was eager to swallow the warlock whole.

Though there was a standstill between the factions and the Alliance was rescued by the estranged mage Jaina Proudmoore, Andais Lu could not stay in her capital city for long, she teleported back to Dreadscar rift, the anger still bubbling in her veins. Not even her Horde comrades the Undead Affliction caster Zivaan and blood elf Demonologist Leithen could calm her down for they were Horde too and the Overlord threatened to annihilate them for trying to soothe her rage. Andais Lu was left alone to her brewing resentment while she meditated on the hard rock.

“Mistress, you are requested by Lady Jaina in Stormwind” the demon Calydus hovered nearby tentatively, unsure of how the warlock would react. Letting out a sigh, Andais Lu released the tether to the fel energy of Dreadscar Rift nodding twice, she silently left her order hall taking the teleport to Dalaran.

Emerging into the Circle of Wills within the mage city’s underbelly, Andais walked up the stairs leading to the street level. Her current thoughts were running over countless suggestions on why the former Kirin Tor mage requested her presence back home. Not that she minded, the warlock was hungering to unleash hell once more after her mana generation within Dreadscar Rift. Deep down, Andais knew that she shouldn’t have knocked back Zivaan and Leithen but all she could see was Forsaken and Blood elf.

It was a Forsaken that authorised the attack on the night elf tree, a surprise and heartless attack and that is why Andais no longer became passive on the faction war. This was something personal to her and she would make sure that the Horde would pay. The streets of Dalaran though bustling with activity was high with tension. The Kirin Tor still demanded a cease fire between the factions but it did not stop either Alliance or Horde from trying to outdo the enemy by other, petty means.

Casually walking past a Troll hunter, Andais discreetly snapped her fingers, the tusked warrior yelped in shock as the edges of his mantle caught alight in green flames. He snarled towards the back of Andais Lu but one quick click of her fingers again and the flames disappeared before the guards would notice. The warlock smirked to herself before she caught the scent of morning kafa brewing from the nearby inn.

Andais Lu used to take up residence inside the neutral inn, The Ledgerdemain Lounge because she found the energy of her order hall to be unsettling. That was before anger consumed her heart and she took up a permanent base inside the order hall using her title of Overlord to benefit her going to war for the Alliance. A brief moment of nostalgia swept over the warlock before she clenched her fists within their green Diabolic gloves and she picked up her pace.

She walked into Greyfang Enclave and nodded to the worgen guards at the main entrance of the building. There was a long embedded strife between Genn Greymane and Sylvanas Windrunner since the Burning Legion was in Azeroth and now the stakes were much higher. Genn encouraged each movement King Anduin Wrynn made against the Horde. Andais stood in front of Stormwind city and inhaled softly. The young king who had to grow up so much after the death of his father, again another fatality of world war.

Keeping her head high, Andais walked into the magical portal, her burning green eyes stayed home as she first heard the bells tolling from within Cathedral square. The fel fire in her eyes died down as she drunk in the sight of the Mage quarter of her home city. Every time she returned to the capital, it always overwhelmed her.

To be continued…

GifSpam! Trials of Love

Season 3 of Shadowhunters has been airing since the beginning of this month and just when I thought my no.1 pairing that is Clary and Jace are finally going to have a prosperous relationship after all the trouble that happened in Season 1 and 2, nope!

The writers decided to throw them in the deep end (once again!) Jace is now being controlled by this season’s big evil Lilith and under a new alias called the Owl, can they just leave my OTP alone??
 
 
 
 
 

Made by herestotheunkown

Mood: Energetic


I have been on a creative run since my three days off and it has been focused on this single fantasy story that I have previously mentioned in other diary entries. I even have written notes for book 2 plus a chapter which will be continued after I have completed the first one. I am thankful that my imagination has not left me and that I am still able to create scenarios and ideas in my head.

I have also completed my map and my current novel is up to 78 pages, not bad considering I haven’t done any kind of para roleplay in either IMVU or Second Life for the past three-four years. I only hope that this imagination of mine continues to flourish so that I can finish a story for once. It is a bad habit of mine because I haven’t completed an actual story ever!

– Lu