A Shield to All in Need

Research.

2009-03-31T17:46:31Z

With shelves of books of books stretching towards the ceiling like hungry peasants begging for food, the Library in the Violet Citadel was quite impressive. Each of these shelves contained hundreds of tomes with their sections labeled by numerical code as if to provide some sort of organization to the madness.

Today, the usually busy room that was occupied by the various magi in the city of Dalaran was empty, as if they were scared off by a demon and wards were to bet set-up within. Perhaps it was true, for a long , wild and ragged looking taureness who was the sole patron of the establishment sat at a long table in the middle of the library. The tauren was still clad in plate armor from shoulders to ankles with a massive mace sat beside her, humming quietly and hungering for blood. The female tilted her head and eyed the mace, hissing at it, demanding that it stopped its humming which it obediently ceased. She then turned back to the notebook, quill and textbook on in front of her. Her scaled ears flicked and twitched as she picked up and held the quill loosely in her right paw, her left gauntlet covered paw tracing along the words scrawled in the massive tome. She read aloud the following words,

“Irritability and adaptation, the fifth characteristic that defines a living thing…”

Her voice trailed off to a murmur as she continued to read. Unbeknowst to the death knight, a blood elf mage had entered the library silently and deliberately strode towards the studying taureness. The battle-mage smirked wryly, frostfire robes clinging to her lithe form and accenting her swaying hips. With a rather calm voice, the elf spoke,

“Never expected to see you here researching, Takchawee.”

A growl erupted from Takchawee’s throat, “Thought I told them that I didn’t wish to be bothered…” came the taureness’s murmured reply. She continued to scribble away in her notebook before at last looking up to connect her illuminating blue eyes with Lirian’s green ones.

“You did, but this is their library. Respect those that allow the Horde to stay in their city peacefully. We don’t need more issues than we already have.”

Takchawee snorted. The Kirin Tor should be thankful that the Horde was here. Who else would they look to in order to annihilate Malygos, the Scourge and the forces at Ulduar? The Alliance? Twee believed (And knew) they were pathetic beings that could not fight their way out of a paper bag. Looking back to her notes she scribbled a bit more and set her quill down,

“I’ll be leaving shortly. Ebon will be here and we’re needed at Wintergrasp Fortress.”

Lirian nodded and turned to the doorway. Sure enough, Ebon Thundermoon leaned against the open doorframe, shaking her head.

“Late. Move it.”

Takchawee didn’t argue or complain. Bowing her head to Lirian she grabbed her mace and dashed from the room to join Ebon. Together, the two immense warriors disappeared from sight.

Shaking her head, Lirian closed the tome that Twee had left on the table and picked it up. With a minor incantation, the book flew from her hands and floated to the air before returning to its spot on the shelf. As soon as the book replaced itself, grumpy looking magi began to flock back into the room, grumbling under their breath and looking for books.

Lirian smirked and made to leave the room when something on the table caught her eye: The notebook Takchawee had been scribbling in. Curious as to what exactly the death knight could possibly be reading about, Lirian picked up the leather-bound book and read the words to herself on the exposed page.

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What is a living thing? According to Lunariel Smith, All living things exhibit five characteristics in combination.

1. All living things have organization.

-I am a tauren.

2. All living things use energy for metabolism.

-I do eat food regularly and partake in drinking with my Mistress. I can also tap into my runes into order to produce energy for myself

3. All living things Have Maintenance of Internal Consistency.

-Hard to gauge. At most times I am warm, however, I can cast spells to make me more cool that normal. These are quick changes, though. Perhaps I should inquire with a more knowledgeable being on the subject of Biology?

4. All living things are able to reproduce, grow and develop.

-I’ll be honest. I immediately read the words, “reproduce” and grew aroused. Again, this is something hard to actually test… If I can get Sei’Jitsu to believe that I am alive (Which I’m hoping this research will conclude.) Perhaps then I’ll be able to come to this conclusion about myself? Growth and development are obvious. I work out enough to know that I’m getting stronger with every passing day. It shows.

5. All living things respond to various stimuli and adapt to surroundings.

-~~What the hell is stimu-~~ Oh. Well… I know some things stimulate me. A lot. (See above for an example) and I believe I’m adapting well.

Lirian is here. Gods… I just want to be my old forgotten self… Who was I then? What was I? Is that being still alive somewhere inside of me? I think so. I need to find it. I need the answers but… The demons the Lich King has released prevent me from seeking out the truth. I need someone to step into the World of Shadows and destroy my demons… I’m powerless against them. Pathetic as it may sound… Hmph.

I need to discover the truth… I want to be with Sei’Jitsu again.

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Lirian blinked at the words, closed the notebook, stuffed it into one of her bags and wandered out of the Library.

Nightmares and Dreams.

2009-03-10T17:17:09Z

-[]-So. Saw a RP thread on the forums that asked for a character's nightmare. Naturally, I don't post on the forums cause I'm a sissy. However, I do post on my LJ.

It's been awhile since I last wrote and It really did feel good to just... Write. Anywho. Enjoy. Feel free to comment.-[]-

What were dreams? What were nightmares?

Glancing to the side, Takchawee looked to the sleeping form of Ebon Thundermoon and shrugged her shoulders. She was actually sleeping somewhat peacefully tonight and that made the death knight moderately happy. Standing up onto her hooves, Takchawee crossed across the room, floorboards creaking nosily as hooves pressed down on them.

Thankfully, it did little to disturb the sleeping warrior and Twee continued her short journey to the balcony.

The chilled air of a gentle night wind in Dalaran greeted her mostly naked form as she leaned against the balcony of The Filthy Animal. Bandages had been wrapped around her upper torso to stop the blood flow from recent wounds and prevent infection with a salve, while a pair of plate pants covered her legs, a single pouch attached to the belt buckle. Looking back inside, Twee continued to ponder just what dreams and nightmares were. From here experiences with Ebon… Nightmares were visions in one’s sleep that pretty much brought your worst fears to life and dreams were pleasant visions that brought your greatest wishes to fruition. OF course, even as Ebon explained this to her… She couldn’t picture them directly. After all, she didn’t know how to sleep and it was completely unneeded when she could just tap into a rune on her rune weapon and gain the energy she desired to make it through the day. Of course, this only made it worse as she constantly found herself needing to do something; A moment where her mind was unbarred caused usually by lack of mental stimulation would allow the demons the Lich King had released to slip easily into her mind. These creatures infected her and spoke deadly whispers as they attempted to pull the taureness back under the Lich King’s control.

Yet, those facts did little to deter her potent lust to find out what these sleep visions were. It had only been recent when she actually discovered emotions she never had before: Lust, love, happiness and many others. Moving a clawed paw to the pouch, the death knight dug inside and removed two of the items it contained: A long leather necklace with a carved jade tortoise attached to it and a potion filled with a sickly green liquid. She first stared at the necklace, one of few possessions she had when she first stepped into the Death Knight barracks in Archeus to begin her training. Perhaps is held something to discover more about her past but she quickly stowed it away and stared at the vial she carried.

“Potion of Nightmares. That is what the alchemist told me this was… ‘Defeat your darkest fears within and become rejuvenated,’ sounds promising enough. After all… I have no fears.”

Uncorking the top of the vial, Twee swirled the liquid around before lifting it to her lips and drinking a small portion of the mixture. The liquid burned down her esophagus, causing her to sputter, cough and stumble backwards into the room Ebon was sleeping in. Standing still, her eyes drooped for a moment before falling closed completely, and her consciousness was ushered off to a world deep within her mind…

Battle began to brew all around her. The scourge had completely surrounded her! Without warning, she began to dash off in the opposite direction, the same way the scourge forces were dashing off. In the distance, horde banners flew and flapped and the usual battle cry of, “For the Horde!” rang out. Twee smiled inwardly, and attempted to yell over the heavy footfalls, groans, moans and shrieks about her but not words came out. She tried to stop her own body but was unable to. It moved on its own, raising its weapon and gritting her teeth as the Horde line and Scourge line began to meet. Bringing her mace down, Twee cackled as the sickening crunch of skull caving in greeted her ears and blood splattered on her maw and torso. The orc pike man she had obliterated crumbled in front of her, while another warrior, a troll this time, leapt forward. The death knight swiped her mace at the ankles of the troll, causing him to go airborne for a few moments before she sent a coil of death at the falling troll, killing him before he even landed.

More death. More power… She waded through enemies, taking a frost shock to her left flank. Spinning, Twee crossed over briskly to her tauren shaman attacker just as he began another spell, a ball of lightning forming in his paw. With one paw outstretched towards the tauren, she promptly clenched and formed a fist, causing the shaman to reach up and grasp his neck as if her were choking. He was definitely one of the smarter ones: He tried to run. Of course, Twee wouldn’t have that: The same paw waved at the shaman, icy chains springing from the ground to inhibit his movement. Unfortunately, Twee saw a group of ghouls spring into action and tackle the shaman to the ground, flesh and fur flying everywhere. Then… She saw her.

Ebon Thundermoon. The two locked gazes for a moment before Ebon charged, stunning Twee for a moment and managing to connect a powerful blow into the death knight’s plated flank to send her onto her knees.

“And just to think… I had given you salvation… This is how you repay me?” growled Ebon. Takchawee spat and grinned at the warrior, slowly climbing to her hooves.

“Good to see you too, Ebon. I assure you, though. Death is the greatest repayment I could offer you rather than serving with these filth. I’ll defeat you this time and when I do you’ll make and excellent undead servant. We’ll see who’s the Master then.”

“I should’ve killed you when I first had the chance, Twee. I knew you were unredeemable then. I’ll finish the job now!” Ebon leaped at Twee, swinging the massive sword she wielded with one paw which Takchawee easily parried with her mace. Unfortunately, Ebon had a massive advantage: Bringing her other arm around, Ebon collided her mace into Takchawee’s side again causing a sickening crack to resonate and sending the death knight skidding across the ground. While Twee could parry a blow, the moment Ebon swung her other weapon around, she’d be completely defenseless unless she managed to evade the attack.

The fallen taureness tried to stand but her body wouldn’t budge. Even though she felt no pain, she grabbed her chest and howled in agony as Ebon strode forward.

“I was hoping you’d give me more of a fight, death knight… Tsk tsk… You came to me groveling and you’ll die groveling. Fitting, don’t you think? You’re pathetic, worthless and weak, Twee. To think, you had strength before and you gave it all up… Again. Be thankful I give you a quick, clean death and not make you suffer.”

With that, Ebon brought her two-handed sword down at Twee’s neck.

A rough smack across the face brought Takchawee Kodoheart back to reality. Unlike the beating she had just felt, this attack had plenty of feeling to it. Her vision adjusting, Twee met the gaze of Ebon who had the look of great displeasure etched into her countenance. The taureness said nothing, went back to her cot and lied back down in it. Takchawee watched as the taureness closed her eyes and returned to sleeping. As for Twee herself, she felt no feeling of rejuvenation or pleasure like the Alchemist had described. Then again, she hadn’t conquered and defeated her nightmare: Turning on her allies once again.

Stepping over to Ebon, Twee plopped down beside the already sleeping warrior, re-placed the stopped in her flask and began to gently rub at Ebon’s flanks.

“I need to defeat my demons… And I can’t kill them myself…”

Takchawee looked at Ebon and shook her head. Looking outside, she noticed the lazy ascent of the sun, morning light beginning to shine in. Ebon would want her breakfast soon. Hurrying onto her hooves once again, Takchawee scurried from the room and downstairs.

Maybe Ebon would like some hotcakes and sausage today.

What has happened?

2009-01-25T04:01:38Z

Revelations.

I suppose that is what one could call it... The past few months have been... Interesting.

This journal was given to me and as I read it... Hmm. Very interesting.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

Takchawee Kodoheart
Knight of the Ebon Blade, Guardian of the Scales of the Storm and ...Pet.

-[]-It's my B-Day tomorrow! The 25th! Hooooray! :3-[]-

-[]-Chapter Five And Six-[]-

2008-12-29T16:09:24Z

Chapter Five

Takchawee Kodoheart’s eyes flashed open, malice and hatred filling her orbs for the lies she had been living all these years. How could this have happened? How could her own mother do this to her? Why? She attempted to stand but found herself tightly restrained like a prisoner. She snarled and growled like a fierce wolf, spit flying from her maw as she flung her muzzle around howling in agony. Glancing down she noticed that her armor and weapons had been stripped from her and laid in a neat pile across the room. In front of her stood Nukpana Kodoheart, Takchawee’s biological mother, who was busy tending to something in her grubby paws.

“You’re awake. Welcome to the Truth, Takchawee.”

“Mother! Why? Why? Why all of this? Why couldn’t you just leave me with you and father? Why this façade of lies?” screamed Takchawee straining against the ropes that bound her to the chair.

“You want to know, child?” Nukpana said, turning her head slightly so she could make eye contact.

“I deserve to know, ‘mother.’ How could you do this to your only daughter? How could you ru-.”

“Ruin your life? I saved your life and in the end you will help propel us to even more power. So shut up and listen to your mother. You want power, don’t you? Revenge?”

Takchawee snapped her muzzle shut and relaxed the muscles that lined her naked, sleek form, “Yes, Mother.”

Nukpana nodded and turned her face back around, “So do I.”

Takchawee blinked for a moment, pondering what her mother had meant. The information in the vision had shocked and numbed her nerves. It seemed too hard to believe that her birth was faked in such a way. Even more so, how it was destined to happen as there was simply no way it could’ve been planned that Maelstrum’s and Lucent’s family had been crossing through Desolace before the centaur had murdered them and Takchawee’s mother had left her in their hands. She had altered their memories with a simple spell, only to be broken when they saw the Kodoheart Executioner.

“Your father… At first, I thought he was going to be the bull of my dreams. He was the bull of my dreams for the months he left his encampment and visited. A Grimtotem. Chogan had sleek black fur and was truly an impressive warrior that could slice through centaur in a heartbeat. I wanted him. I wanted to belong to his tribe. I wanted to be a Grimtotem!”

Nukpana snarled and slammed a fist against the alchemy table; “I could’ve been a Grimtotem if that bastard hadn’t played me for a fool! My shamanistic talent could’ve been outmatched to the foolish shaman we have today in the Horde! I could’ve helped the tribe to triumph over the lesser races! Alas! Your father deemed that you were to be a slave and me as well. We were to be his slaves because I wasn’t fit for killing. I wasn’t fit to have a decent child of black fur and instead had a mutt of gray and white fur. I just wanted to be a Grimtotem. I didn’t want to belong with the other tribes. Too welcoming and too kind, they were. I wanted to kill! So... I thought of another way that they might accept me… I figured I could… Show them my strength.”

At that very moment, Nukpana spun around holding the head of a black furred tauren. Its horns were massive and jutted to the sides before curling upwards. His countenance was something of shock and surprise, maw hanging open and eyes wide. His mane was messy, filled with twigs, grass and other foliage. The rest of the fur was jutting out in every direction. White war paint was painted along his muzzle. Takchawee stared into those red eyes, never looking away.

“Father…”

“Chogan Grimtotem. That is your father. He wanted to enslave you. You wouldn’t be the warrior you are today. You would be a simple peon of the Grimtotem tribe. No rights. No feelings. Underfed. That was if you were lucky.” Nukpana tossed the head aside, snarling. “I killed him! Good riddance I say! I killed him to win favor. Murdered. I have powerful magical strengths and he had amazing physical strength.. Together it made you… And now we have a chance to unlock your magical prowess with the help from a wonderful benefactor. With that, Takchawee we can show the Grimtotem tribe just what they deserve.”

“Magic. My dear. We shall harness your abilities to wield it. It is magic that is more powerful than what the shaman have wielded and asked for from the elements. Forbidden magic that our people refused to use.”
Takchawee spasmed and snarled in her seat as Nukpana continued, “This, combined with your sheer physical strength will make you powerful beyond anyone’s imagination. All you need to do is give in and let yourself be taken by it. Your rage will fuel your energy.”
By now, Takchawee was roaring in agony, her muscles tensing as she flexed them, the ropes beginning to strain and show signs of snapping. “Your Malice, your hatred and your natural lust for blood, battle and death. Let it consume you!”

At that moment, the ropes that held the Iron Vixen to the chair snapped apart and Takchawee rose to her hooves, clawing at her burning flesh and howling. Her arms swung around, knocking vials and instruments to the floor, shattering the glass into a thousand pieces. Then, Takchawee collapsed onto her knees, panting hard, head down against her chest and panting harshly for air.

“Power… Great power…” muttered the kneeling warrior, “Is this… What you had planned for me? You disgusting bitch. I can’t believe I called you my mother. EVER!”

With that, The Iron Vixen rose to her hooves and shakily crossed to the door and pulled it open, falling outside. Nukpana merely watched as her child did so, not stopping her in any way. When Takchawee had fallen out of sight, Nukpana cackled harshly and motioned at the door, causing it to shut.

“You’ll thank me in the end, my dear. You don’t even know it, but you’ve been my pawn. More lies to keep your hunger sated and soon you’ll be destroying everything. Everyone. An emotionless husk with only one goal: To kill.”

Chapter Six

The Iron’s Vixen mind was spinning in thought. Could the massive amount of information that had been delivered to her be true? She didn’t know what to think, instead opting to massage her temples. Takchawee sat down on a nearby stone, the dusty and stale Barren heat settling over her.

“Is it all true? Have I been living a lie all this time?” the tauren pondered around, reaching into her pocket. She produced a small stone with an intricate blue symbol on it and turned it over in her paws.

At least there was one thing she pulled out of the entire conversation that took place just hours ago; Her destiny lies elsewhere, possibly Northrend. That frozen land continued to haunt her mind… Over and over… There had to be something there, something hidden from her sight. The constant nagging blinded all thoughts she had and while running paw across her exposed belly fur, Takchawee knew she would have to seek out that destiny. If she didn’t, she would go most likely lose her sanity and…

Eventually, the tauren simply stood up and whistled for her worg, which came dashing up to her side, and she quickly mounted it. Sitting up in the saddle and adjusting herself, Twee whispered to the beast before it sped off east towards the Horde capital of Orgrimmar.

-[]-Chapter Four-[]-

2008-12-29T16:07:33Z

-[]-I still think this chapter is pretty messy compared to the others I wrote... It's basically the Story Softpaw and I wrote about 3-4 years ago? I'm not exactly sure. I kinda cut it up and edited to make it so it fits this diabolical scheme.-[]-

A caravan of tauren was marching through Desolace, kodos following them, was the first sight the tauren saw as the hazing vision filled her eyes. Shaking her head and attempting to focus, Takchawee looked around wildly, trying to understand when she realized she was actually peering into the past: it was a vision she had seen a thousands of times already. Supposedly, Nukpana though it was important for her to see these frightening images all over again.

However, this was the first time Takchawee actually got the see her family and, much to her dismay, she looked nothing like them. These tauren had cream-colored fur, which caused Twee to peer down at her paws. The most horrible feeling built up inside of Takchawee, her fists clenching up into fists. Shakily, she pulled her gaze back up to watch the battle.

Just as she had remembered and dreamed, the Centaur attacked the caravan. The three bulls who were defending fought as hard as they could, killing many centaur and leaving the bodies of the fallen spread across the ground. The swarm of enemies descended upon the tauren, outnumbering them quickly. Even with the numbers stacked against them, the warriors would fight on.

Unfortunately, for every centaur the bulls killed, four more would take its place. It was a losing battle, which thankfully for the bulls, ended quickly at a point. A centaur finally broke through the one of the bull’s shield and fell over. In another second, an axe cleaved his head in two, causing brain matter and skull fragments to be scattered in all directions. Twee’s “brother” suffered a similar fate, one arm clipped off at the body before a large pike impaled him through his chest and pinned his body into the ground.

Suddenly, a vision Twee had never seen before materialized. To her right side stood Nukpana, fully cloaked and merely watching the battle unfold before her. In her paws, the female tauren carried a small bundle of blankets, a muffled cry rising from it. Hissing at the bundle, Nukpana muttered, “Silence.” At once, the crying stopped and Nukpana continued to observe the battle, clearly contemplating the situation.

“Hmm. This will do. I just hope I’ve got the spell correct. Otherwise, it may backfire. I am confident though. I can’t be wrong. I’ve wasted too much time to give up such an opportunity!”

Takchawee returned gaze to the ravaged caravan, her “mother”, who she knew to be pregnant with her child at the time, and the other two females were bound and tied like a heard beast before the slaughter. Lucent and Maelstrum, Takchawee’s adoptive-brothers, were tossed into a cage and carried off to the centaur encampment. Though, she and the two young tauren weren’t related by blood, Takchawee knew they were still bonded by fate.

At that moment, the warrior felt herself whisked off, the vision of twisting and turning in the gray mist that clogged her nostrils and made her sputter and cough. Now, Takchawee stood in the middle of the centaur’s camp and instantly she cringed. This time, the laughs of the foul beasts beat the women were much, much more real. It was as if Takchawee were actually there that night. Even the final cries from Lucent's mother's muzzle caused The Iron Vixen to narrow her eyes, bearing her teeth in anger; The mother’s cries of pain, and her pleading that her son be spared almost brought a shiver to Twee who merely shifted her weight to her left hoof to cover it up. The sound of blade meeting bone ended the female’s cries, which only followed with the laughs of the centaur as they violated her decapitated body..

Frowning, Takchawee listened to the Centaur guffaws as they proceeded to toss parts of the families on to the flames to be eaten. The hours of torment and painful memories followed well into the night as Twee was forced to watch the Centaur devour the tauren. With laughs and sick grins on their lips, the centaur began their crunching on the meat of her brother and father. She realized, once more, that it was these memories that Takchawee lost faith in The Earth Mother so long ago.

Everything Takchawee had remembered up to this point was incredibly accurate and ran alongside her dreams. So what was the point of all this? There was nothing new and nothing for her to fret about. It was the exact same pictures she had seen in her dream, just more realistic.

That changed rather quickly. Nukpana wandered up, shrouded in the darkness to where the two little calves, Lucent and Maelstrum lay in their cages. With a flick of her wrist, the locks on their cages became free, releasing them from their imprisonment. Nukpana gave a soft sigh of relief, thankful that the calves didn’t even stir from their sleep. Pulling out a few herbs and other reagents, Nukpana gently laid them on the ground in a small circle and began her chanting, focusing on the spell that had to be cast. Takchawee stared, completely stunned as Nukpana began to cast a spell on the two tauren who did little but whimper. Reaching the end of the spell, Nukpana merely waved her paws towards Lucent and Maelstrum, flecks of dust flying from her paws and engulfing the two tauren.

Falling to one knee, Nukpana panted hard, the spell she had conjured, had took immense amounts of energy out of her and nearly leaving her breathless.

She then tapped who she believed to be the older tauren on the shoulder, “Lucent? Maelstrum?”

The young tauren bulls shuddered and opened their eyelids, revealing the glazed over orbs to both the invisible Takchawee and Nukpana.

Smirking as best she could in her current state, Nukpana handed the bundle of blankets to Lucent and spoke slowly so her little pawns could understand every word she muttered, “Name her Takchawee when someone asks you. You rescued her from her mother’s womb. Cut her from it. You will remember nothing of me, much like your brother here. You will not know that she is my child. You were spared tonight by some stroke of luck and you will thank your lucky stars. Proceed to the nearest establishment. I will be following yo-“

The sounds of hoofsteps approaching caught the spell-casting tauren off guard. Nukpana snarled, recognizing at once the sounds as tauren hoof steps due to the amount of steps taken. Cursing to herself quietly, her plan clearly in jeopardy, the female quickly rolled out of sight. Whoever this tauren was would need to be handled, but she was already out of strength, the last brainwashing like spell she had cast weakened her into the state of almost uselessness. Attempting to focus her mind, she began to formulate the spell that would affect this newcomer. Finalizing the spell, Nukpana removed the last of her reagents from her pouch and laid them out just as the tauren bull came into view. Takchawee glanced off, recognizing the old bull at once as Nakota Softpaw, her father for many years. The bull wiped his paws clean of blood, apparently having slain a few centaurs on his way to free the bulls. Kneeling down, the bull peered into the open cages just as Nukpana finished her almost silent cast. The bull glanced up, hearing the raspy voice around the cages and made to move around. Releasing the spell’s energies once more, Nukpana watched as Nakota was stunned, his body slumping over against Maelstrum’s cage.

Now completely exhausted, Nukpana began to think of what she wanted the bull to know despite her mind being fizzled and mushy from the two powerful spells she had cast. Attempting to concentrate, she muttered, “You will be… Their adoptive father… Care for them. Get them safe… Do not… Fail…Me.”

With that uttered out in a raspy tone, Nukpana reached for her pouched and pulled out one last magical item: her hearthstone. Clutching and digging her nails into the magical object, she let its magical energies engulf her before disappearing with little more than a whoosh of wind. At that moment, the three clearly dazed tauren, walked out of their cages, proceeding to exit the encampment as told by the spell that still held an affect over them. When they were clear of the camp, their bodies gave a slight jolt as the glaze from their eyes disappeared. None of them seemed to realize what had happened and went about normal reactions the residue of the spell disappearing. There brains and memories were obviously affects

Takchawee growled, “Their minds had completely altered and none of them knew about it.”

        "What will you name the child?" Softpaw said to Lucent as he glanced at the bundle in his arms.
         "What do you mean?" Lucent said with an odd bewilderment as he looked up into his eyes.
          "You brought her into this world, it is your responsibility to name her and care for her." Softpaw said with a warm smile as he patted Lucent on the shoulder. Tears began to roll down Lucent’s cheeks and Maelstrum clutched to Softpaw’s paw. Wiping away the tears with his free hand, Lucent took pride in his answer, "Her mother's name was Takchawee, and so she will share the name in memory of the mother she will never know. The family she will never get to be in the comfort of."

Takchawee grit her teeth, the vision starting to fade just as the three tauren and one little female calf began to wander off towards their destiny...

-[]-Chapter Three!-[]-

2008-12-29T15:55:07Z

By nightfall, Takchawee had at last reached the destination she had seen in her vision. The long trek from the barrens to high on this lonely peak was long and tedious. It seemed that even the sun was showing its weariness as it dipped into hiding, Azeroth’s moons rising up from behind to chase after it.

Stonetalon was an immensely different place from the barrens. The climate here was immensely cooler and various trees littered across ridges along the mountain pass. These trees were a huge source of income for the Venture Company, a company that seemed to please itself on tearing apart Azeroth’s natural resources to gain a huge profit. The Company had rapidly been tearing down the forestry to convert into usable wood and then sold on the Black Market for extremely high prices. Here, it was much easier for the Company to succeed in their business schemes than the neighboring and lush forest of Ashenvale. There, the Horde had a strong presence including the massive Warsong Lumber Camp. This, in addition to Alliance’s Night Elves whom protected the ancient forest from harm, forced the Venture Co. to find business elsewhere.

Even from miles away, Takchawee could see the goblins at work, the sounds of whirl-blades and trees toppling echoing across Stonetalon. Wildlife seemed to run rampant and thrive here, especially the massive spiders along the trail leading up to Stonetalon Peak. Numerous times Takchawee had to crush one of the massive arachnoids under hoof with a sickening crunch, squish and pop. The creatures unlucky enough to cross her path were left twitching and hissing as Iron Vixen clomped off.

Looking up ahead and dragging her blade across the ground she approached the lonely hut that was in shambles. To her, she wondered why this place had any sort of significance. No leader of any prestige would ever live in a shambled hut like this. The roof looked as if it were ready to collapse inwards, the wood was infested with termites and left the Iron Vixen to ponder how it could still stand with such infestation. Much to her surprise, the door swung open as she neared, as if some unknown sentry had sent word to the hut’s inhabitant that someone was approaching. Taking a deep breath, Takchawee ducked inside and slammed the door behind her.

What she found inside shocked her: the interior was absolutely nothing like the exterior. The walls she expected to be dirty and deteriorated, were instead well kept and in near mint condition. After that impressive sight, she expected a spellcaster to phase in front of her. On one of the walls was even a crude painting of what appeared to be a large tauren warrior with black fur, adorned in heavy plate armor, his muzzle not hidden by a helm.

These were just beginning of the odd things inside of the home. Kodo, centaur and even tauren skulls littered the room, filling the room with a feeling of dread and dispair. On the side was a table filled with alchemical materials. A pestle and grinder that had seen recent use sat on top of it and the smell of crushed peacebloom drifted through the air. Vials littered about and bubbling liquids on open flame created another stench that caused Takchawee’s nose to twitch. Whether it was in disgust or approval, she couldn’t figure.

Suddenly, Takchawee noticed a figure standing in the dark doorway to another room. It was unmistakably a tauren, a female one by initial judgment of figure and stature. She was cloaked in a red robe with yellow trim, a hood drawn over her head but the end of her muzzle still poking out exposing just a slight bit of fur. A cape, a dark crimson similar to the color as the tauren’s robe trailed on the ground behind her, lifeless at the moment. There was the presence of magic and mystery surrounding the tauren and it was Takchawee’s initial thoughts were that this was a shaman; perhaps even a Geomancer, however there just seemed to have a much colder and darker presence within. Besides cracking her neck slightly with a quick tilt of her neck, Takchawee didn’t move from her spot allowing the spell caster to observe its visitor. Takchawee’s paw clenched tightly around her blade.

“Takchawee, I pre-“

What do you want?” Takchawee instantly said, forgetting the pleasantries.

The old crone appeared to smirk from under her hood taking a single hoofstep forward.

“Straight to the point, I see. Come now!” the tauren stated, her arms outstretched, “Couldn’t we have a kind conversation about… Oh... Say… Ebon, Leviathos, Lirian, Sei’jitsu or Apada? Perhaps even Burnil or Ahka? Natarm? A shame! Perhaps... the ones you’ve met in another dimension? Does Xaero, Moonora, Greyhorn, Khalyda and Caturix ring a bell? No? Or maybe one of your other so-called ‘friends?’”

Takchawee remained silent, her temper remaining cool for now as the tauren rattled off several of Takchawee’s allies, friends, lovers and people she had never even heard of before.

The crone sighed, “I suppose we can’t, but we shall in due time. What I need to tell you right now is all that you have been searching for; the answers to all your questions are in here. In this very hut, my very home.”

“Bullshit.” Takchawee remarked hastily, grunting in the process.

“Call it what you will, but you will learn everything today. Even if I must show you what exactly happened. What exactly went on in your past? Well, you will find out and what I have in store for your future.” The old female grabbed two chairs and pulled them together, motioning for Takchawee to sit in one, which she obliged to, her tail curling up into her lap. The other female sat across from her, leaning forward a bit towards Takchawee.

“You know me. But who the fuck are you?” said Takchawee flatly. The old tauren chuckled and leaned back into her chair, twiddling her thumbs.

“I suppose you’ll know eventually. Why not sooner? I am Nukpana. Details and titles mean nothing to me but I am a bit of an alchemist and I have a bit of magical talent as well.” replied Nukpana, twiddling her fingers together.

“Most tauren forbid heavy use of magic. The Shaman of the tribes wield a different type of magic where they speak to the spirits and ask them to aid them… Druids harness the magic of the… “Earth Mother” or something…Grimtot-“

A foul hiss and groan filled the room as Takchawee finished saying the word, “Grimtotem” The Grimtotem were a bit of a rebel tribe of Tauren that lived mostly in Feralas and Thousand Needles far to the south of her. They were a brutal clan that had chosen not to ally with the Horde. However, their Elder Crone Magatha, had entered Thunderbluff and oftentimes works besides Cairne Bloodhoof, Chieftain of the Tauren and Archdruid Hamuul Runetotem. They were ruthless bandits and murderers that would kill or make slaves of those that were caught in their lands. Nukpana reached over and pulled a small flask and drank the contents down in a gulp while Takchawee watched, not fazed by the taureness’s reaction.

“Ahhh…” She drew back her hood and leaned back letting her jade orbs twinkle in the candlelight, “Fools they are, but they’ll learn. Black furred mongrels.” It was at this point, Takchawee could finally make out more of Nukpana. Despite the shabby appearance outside of her hut, Nukpana was well groomed; Her gray fur flowed towards the end of her muzzle and her mane and cascaded down in long strands. Wrinkles of age and fatigue were creased in her muzzle much like the elders Takchawee had come across. Despite her clearly old age, she was a impressive and beautiful sight to behold.

Takchawee merely rolled her shoulders at Nukpana’s response, “Anyway. They practice magic as well. They have Geomancers and such. There are also members of the Twilight Hammer clan that have adopted magical traits… Anyone with inherited skill can be taught to harness the powers of the Ley Lines and conjure magic…”

“You are well educated about magic, my dear.” Nukpana muttered, twirling a bit of her own mane around a finger.

Takchawee stretched a bit and yawned, “Weeeeeell…” The Vixen smacked her lips a few times, “I suppose that’s what you get for hanging around spell casters and such. They grow onto you and start to make you crazy.” The tauren burst into friendly laughter; could it be that the cold, harsh Takchawee growing to accept and like this female? Their laughter ceased, both tauren taking in a deep breath as they relaxed. Nukpana was the first to sit up straight while Twee lounged back, kicking her right hoof onto her left knee.

“Tell me about yourself, Takchawee.”

The warrior blinked several times, “Pardon?”

“Tell me your story,” repeated Nukpana.

Takchawee stuttered for a moment as she fought to recall the memories of her past. She remembered everything in vivid detail, her eyes going wide while her heart started to beat harshly in her chest. The memories frightened her for even when she was just born she could remember everything that happened… In a way it almost seemed unnatural: how could a child still in its mother’s womb remember what was going on outside so perfectly?

“I can’t.”

Nukpana cackled, “Oh. You don’t need to. I already know what happened.”

“What?” Twee growled, her body heating up with rage.

“I know what happened. Your recollection of it was a lie.”

Takchawee’s eyes narrowed and she grit her teeth. How could Nukpana say such a thing? To deface her family who had perished at the hands and hooves of the centaur in Desolace? Her fists clenched tightly like a clamping vice as her anger began to burn through her. Ready to erupt like a volcano. Ready to slam her fist into Nukpana’s temple, a feat that would probably kill her instantly, Twee hesitated. Nukpana, however, simply sat there, smiling.

“Can’t hit me. Can you?”

“I can and fucking will,” barked Takchawee.

“No. Do you want to know the truth?”

Takchawee relaxed, fists unclenching and muscles relaxing slowly. However, her piercing jade eyes continued to stare into Nukpana’s emotionless gaze. How could she be so calm? Nukpana took a deep breath, closed her eyes and stood up. Apparently, she knew Takchawee’s answer despite the warrior never answering. Reaching beside at her alchemy table, Nukpana picked up a vial filled with fiery-red liquid. Her lips curled into a wicked grin as she spun around to hand it off to Takchawee who took it with heavy paws.

“Drink this, Kodoheart. Know your past. Free your mind…”

Takchawee didn’t wait or bother to think the situation over. That compelling feeling… It consumed her entire being! Lifting the vial to her lips, Takchawee drank the contents down like a hungry calf. Nukpana muttered a small incantation to herself while watching the warrior drink.

“That’s it, Kodoheart... That’s it my child.”

By the time Nukpana had finished her sentence, Twee’s body slumped over like a dying plant, tongue rolling from her mouth as a familiar vision filled her brain..

-[]-Chapter Two and.. More? Also... Story is titled "Deathchill"-[]-

2008-12-29T15:50:19Z

-[]-Alright. So. I haven't gotten anyone to really proofread this but it's fine. I'm gonig to post this!!! Notl ike it matters, really. Dustwing (Omnomnom) was probably the last person to read this, my last post in.. March? Oh gods. So. Hare goes. Yayz.

Why Deathchill? Well.. It's one of my more favorite moves as a Death Knight. Most tanks don't get it but there was NO WAY in HELL I would pass up an oppurtunitty to get Garaunteed Crits on all targets... 3-4k Howling Blasts on Unlimited number of mobs is simply... Fantastic. Anywho. BACK TO THE MAIN REASON WHY I'M HERE TODAY.-[]-

Chapter 2

In a hut at on of Stonetalon’s many peaks, the scent of incense filled up the dark room. A small flame from a candle was the only light the room had: There were no windows on the walls or on the ceiling that could have provided any sort of light for the room. The walls of the room had various skins of animals hanging from it and skulls of similar animals hung from the ceiling on long strings.

In the candlelight sat a tauren, head tilted forward and peering into its paws that had produced another small flame. With a wave of her paw, the flame dissipated into ashes and the tauren stood up, dusting off her robes. She smirked a bit realizing the tauren she had watched for many years had finally pulled the trigger and released the spell she had placed on her long ago. She placed her paws behind her back and clasped them together, glancing up above her.

“The time has finally come, Chogan. Yes. At last! I have someone to do my own bidding since you couldn’t succeed. Someone who was born to obey and will do the tasks given. A gracious benefactor will grant an immense amount of power to her: power that will prove both her strength and my own. Membership into your sect or simply pulverize them all. Ignorant buffoon. I hope you squirm in your grave.”

The tauren gave a long, drawn out cackle turning away and strolled away from the head of the black furred tauren on the wall, some magic or chemicals preserving its in-life color and realism as if it were still alive. The flame flickered once before a cold wind blew it out smothering the flame and blanketing the head on the wall in darkness.

Chapter 1? Story About Takchawee

2008-03-13T16:26:21Z

-[]-Alright... Unnamed title. Story about Takchawee. I'm planning to write a lot.. Soo.. Go ahead. Read if you want. Feel free to leave comments. Also, don't forget to check back entries. I'm planning to add a prologue thing to the front but we'll see. My goal is hopefully do a chapter a week but we'll see how that goes. -[]-

A broiling sun began its ascent into the cloudless blue skies over The Barrens, one of the most hot and desolate places in all of Kalimdor. There seems to be no life in the area; absolutely no one on the roads, and the beasts that made their home here seemed to all be located under the nearest shade. Any sort of hopes for even a slight breeze to help cool down the area was snuffed out. Instead, the powerful sun revealed its power and beauty to the hidden creatures that populated the Barrens. There was the occasional corpse on the side of the road, body decomposing and stinking up the nearby area, but no life whatsoever to be seen. This void of life would soon change, as a massive tauren wandered through The Barrens.

At first glance any person could make the mistake of calling this tauren a male. However, that was far from the truth as this was a female. She was no doubt one of the most well built females of her kind; Muscles were chiseled to perfection that would make some males stare in surprise. Despite this, she retained much of her female curvature and movements. Her hips swayed as if she was trying to taunt someone, tail waving and accenting her movements further. The fur that coated her face was a soft gray that contrasted the dusty red landscape around her. A long flowing mane rolled down past her shoulders and two white horns jutted out from her temples. Her piercing jade orbs danced around, peering at the decaying body of what appeared to be another tauren that didn’t seem to make it far. The famle didn’t mutter a single word, opting instead to continue her journey. To add to her intimidating appearance, was an entire set of plate armor that adorned her body, leaving very little of her fur showing. Many of the pieces were gifts from the various factions in Outlands, namely the Scryer’s, a powerful faction of Blood Elves in Shattrath City. Some were taken from various beasts’ treasure caches. Whatever the case, she was a powerful individual.

The female stopped for a moment, growling and rubbing at her temples, massaging the area around her horns furiously. For the past few weeks, various nightmares and dreams plagued the tauren. She had very few dreams before this point; Seemingly random visions had been increasingly more frequent and disturbing. They seemed to be trying to guide her to an unknown goal that she couldn’t quite place a paw on. In the end, she just blamed the recent events of her life on causing the dreams and they were just trying to convey the message that she needed to get her shit together. In any case, they were fucking up her sleep and she didn’t like it.

Her head cocked to the side glancing off into the distance. With one paw she reached into her pouch and pulled out a map. With a simple flick of her wrist, she let the map fall open, checking her position in correlation to the map.

“Ugh… I hate the barrens. What a load of shit. Fuck this place!” With a snarl, she crumbled up the map and placed it back into the pouch she removed it from and stomped off in what she believed to be the right way, “Why do you even bring a map, Takchawee Kodoheart? You know the way.”

She did not take no more than a step when the world around her turned into darkness. Takchawee attempted to take another step, finding herself paralyzed in her spot. Desperately, her head began to dart around, searching for the mage or warlock or whatever other damned spellcaster had cast a spell on her. Unluckily, there was no such caster to be seen. Gritting her teeth, she shouted into the darkness, “Let me go!”

Much to her surprise, a voice called back, “This is her… Ah. Hello, little doe.” Takchawee’s eyes narrowed dangerously, snarling more before replying, “Who the Hell are you? What is this! Leave me alone!”

“Patience.” Came the voice, which Takchawee deciphered to be female, “Take a good look.” There was a sudden chill that enveloped her body, sapping the air from the Kodoheart’s lungs and causing her to shiver. This was then followed by an ominous whisper and hiss. Helpless, Takchawee began to relax but ready to take whatever onslaught, that may appear before her. The tauren was soon forced onto all fours, gasping for air and struggling to stand. Every time she exhaled her hot breath could be seen in the chilly air around her. Finally, she seemed to be able to push past the restraints holding her down and clambered onto her hooves shakily.

“What do you think?” came the unknown female’s voice. There was another hiss and it seemed the malevolent force disappeared from the area in an instant. There was a laugh, “Oooh. He likes you.”

“Who are you?” came Takchawee’s reply. Her paws gripped at her mace and shield, pulling them into a combat position.

“In time, you’ll find out. You’ll find me. Forced to. And then all, shall be revealed.”

Takchawee tumbled to the ground, the dark void she was incased in transforming back into the hot Barrens she remembered. The sudden chilly to searing temperatures gave the Kodoheart a throbbing headache. When at last she opened her eyes she got up onto her hooves and checked herself to see if anything was missing, “Bulwark. Check. Mallet. Check. Pack. Check. Kodoheart Executioner.

Her family heirloom was missing. The Kodoheart Executioner was an immense blade that she assumed her family had used for generations. Her father had been the last one to wield it right before she was born that fateful night nearly thirty years ago. She was hoping for some sort of vision when she retrieved the blade that would tell her more about her family’s past and its members but none of the sort was ever revealed. Instead, she had been working to find the most pure minerals to repair the blade, which had been impossible for reasons unknown. The thorium she used would simply crackle and fall apart when she attempted to re-forge the sword, as did every other property. It was as if the sword refused to be made whole again.

And now the sword was missing. Frantically, she glanced around her sides and then spun around. There in front of her, impaled in the ground was the broken blade. She collapsed to her knees in front on it, one paw on the hilt and muttered a word of thanks that she had found it. The tauren stared at the sword for a long time, pondering about something when a symbol appeared that she had never noticed before: a large heart that dripped blood. At once she knew what it was, despite never seeing it before. Something inside her head ticked that told her what she needed to do despite never hearing of these plans before. An unknown path into the Stonetalon Mountains was revealed to her. She knew she needed to go there. It was as if her brain had been programmed to decipher all this information upon reaction.

Takchawee pulled the Kodoheart Executioner out from the ground and sped off towards the Mountains, obeying the commands she was given.

Tasty.

2008-01-26T06:04:36Z

My day was uneventful.

I wished Ebon, the rest of Thundering Hammer Clan and their Allies good luck as they ventured off in the Depths on Magtheridon's Lair and afterwards into Serpent Shrine Caverns.

I do hope they are fine. It's almost midnight and the end of my miserable birthday. If one good thing came out of today I created a sweet strawberry cake which is what I am devouring now as I write.

Another year gone by, Takchawee. Another year... Maybe next one, huh?

Birthdate.

2008-01-25T17:34:29Z

Many moons ago... On this very day, I Was brought into this world. Born in a pit of my rotting parents and many other dead beings, I Was released from the womb from my mother, probably near death.

It is funny to think that maybe I had a Lucky Star in the sky. I have seen many things over the year. In many ways, I should have been dead years ago, but somehow, someway, I've managed to survive. My skills have been developed into something that I am proud over and continue to develop.

I have found happiness in the forms of my best friends, lovers, children and the fighting that surrounds. Maybe I am crazy... Maybe I am insane. Maybe, but I hardly care. So long as my body works... No many how many birth dates go by... I will do as I've always done.

Gods, I'm hungry. And not for food. Not for blood or battle... Ugh...

No one knows about my Birthdate... But maybe some have researched. It's not really something I give out. I don't expect wild presents or anything. Because expecting only leads to being disappointed.

Ah well... Maybe I'll get some love tonight... Until then, I need to gather the materials to recraft the Kodoheart Executioner.

That trip into Desolace was a huge waste of time and energy...

My head hurts. I wonder if what I wrote even made some sense... Ah well...

((Yay. Happy Birthday me.))

Broken Blade (Part Three)

2008-01-22T18:40:19Z

Minutes passed. Hours. Days...

Takchawee sat in her solitary confinement, bored to death and slowly feeling herself go insane. How could she manage to live in such a place?! It has been days! She should, at least have been dead now! She eventually decided, like usual, that this was fucking bullshit and began to ram her body against the invisible walls that surrounded her.

Still, with no where to break out and only making her feel worse as your hurled her form at the walls, she slunk down against one and closed her eyes...

"What I wouldn't give to have Ebon, Ahka or Leviathos here... Back on Azeroth. At least then my starved body would be sated... The feeling of their fur..."
    "T'wee?" came a voice.

Takchawee opened her eyes instantly at the sound of the familiar voice, gasping at what she saw. The Golden Plains of Mulgore lay before her as if she had always been there and not in her confined empty space. More importantly than the landscape was the impressive sight of Ebon Thundermoon standing before her, white tribal designs that covered her jet fur seeming to swim and change right before T'wee's jade orbs. The Iron Vixen eyed the naked taureness up and down, heart pounding within her chest. Ebon's red eyes met T'wee's and they remained that way for what seemed an eternity. Had she escaped that hell hole?

    "T'wee. I missed you. We all did," with that Ebon sunk on top of Takchawee and began to passionately kiss her on the lips. The Iron Vixen whimpered beneath her as Ebon's tongue slid into her maw, swirling it around and wrestling with Takchawee's own tongue. Their breasts and hips ground against each other as T'wee wrapped her arms around the other doe, never wanting this feeling of absolute bliss, quite similar to the night they first met. Takchawee's eyes were glazed over with lust, the scent of Ebon's as well as her own arousal filling her nostrils and sending her into a slight panting.

    "T'wee... I can't stay for long." murmured Ebon, gently blowing onto Takchawee's ear. Somehow a collar was suddenly around Takchawee's neck and Ebon gave it a tug as she straddled Takchawee's hips, pulling until their nostrils touched. "But... When we are again reunited.. I promise you something... All right?"

"Ebon... What do you mean? You can't leave yet... Please.."
    "I'm sorry, Takchawee. But I must."
"Don't go..."
    "I'll see you soon... I promise."
"Don't go..."

***

Everything suddenly seemed to speed by. Stars. Moons. Planets. What the fuck was going on?! Water splashed onto her face as she found herself surrounded by darkness. She couldn't move. She was numb all over. Something was stuck into her shoulder, her head was swimming and her brain felt like goo.

Another splash of water and then a rough hand forcing her muzzle to open as sweet droplets of water cooled and rejuvenated her seemingly dried out tongue. Her body reacted, slurping down the precious droplets, feeling starting to come back into her limbs. Something was in her paws. What was it again?

She felt the strength to open her eyes and she did, the sudden brightness overcoming her and causing her to wince. When her vision had adjusted she saw the the face of a male tauren. It wasn't Leviathos. It wasn't Ahka. It wasn't even Samhuinn or Ambershanks. Who the fuck was this? She blinked several times...

The Iron Vixen returned to this hell. She had much more to accomplish.

Broken Blade: Part Two (RP Story)

2008-01-16T19:12:31Z

T'wee opened her eyes, slowly blinking and adjusting her vision to the bright whiteness that she was lying down on. The first thing she knew was that she was no longer in Desolace. She moved her jaw curiously and found that it was still intact, the arrow that had been lodged in her shoulder gone as well. With a gentle sigh, she pulled herself up nearly losing her balance as the gelatinous flooring wiggled and squirmed beneath her hooves.

    "What the feth?" she muttered before glancing off to her left and observing the scene of her broken body surrounded by the corpses of many centaur. She shrugged her shoulders and took a step towards the scene and return to her body. She slammed into an invisible wall which caused her to curse and snarl. Rubbing her nostrils she began to beat against the wall that was preventing her from returning, growing impatient.

    "This is fucking bullshit...." Takchawee spat, clawing at the wall with a roar of frustration.
"Is it?" a voice called from behind Takchawee. Instinctively, she spun around and blinked several times. Off in the distance she saw a lush land that had several tents in her direct line of sight. Not more could be seen but there seemed to be figures moving around the apparent camp. Other than that, she could not find the figure the voice had belonged to.

"You cannot see me," came the voice again. "You need to believe. And you do not."
    "Feth this! Let me back! I've got shit to do!"
"Hah!" grunted the voice, "You are definitely my child. The short temper. Gods... I wish I could watch you grow."
    T'wee blinked and said the first thing that came to her mind, "Father?"
"The very one."

    Hastily, Takchawee began to speak, "Tell me everything! Please! My family! Eve-"
Takchawee's father hushed her, "Silence, My Child. My Doe." Takchawee shut her muzzle instantly, grunting. T'wee nodded a few times before her father continued, "Good." the voice coughed before continuing, "The first step was retrieving my sword. Our Family's sword; The Kodoheart Executioner."

First? Fuck. I hate when people do this shit. Always want you to "find" it for yourself. It's so fucking stupid.

"The next step is... Out of your control, sadly. Your friends must come to your aid."
    "Great. Just fucking great, Father. I ca-"

    "SILENCE!" roared her father before ending it with a chuckle, "Let me finish." The Iron Vixen calmed her temper and let her Father continue. "We've sent a short image to all your friends. Whether they answer or not is dependent on them. Your life is in their hands. You've had a hard life mostly alone. For that, I am deeply sorry. But, you have friends. How well you picked them will determine whether you live or die. Silly concept to wield the powerful blade, huh?"

    Was this fucking serious? Was she, Takchawee Kodoheart, SUPPOSED to rely on her friends to come to her aid? And if they didn't she would fade away? She would come to theirs, that there was no doubt. But would they come to hers? Would they remember all she had done?

"I thought I *AM* dead?!"
    "Not quite. You're in a bit of a limbo," came the gruff reply of her father.
"LIMBO!?" snarled Takchawee.

    Her father ignored her and continued, "Your nightmare is right in front of you Takchawee. Your curse. Your fear. That arrow was a coward's blow. And now here you are. Quite alone. You're dying. Alone."

    Realization sunk into the Iron Vixen's brain. She WAS dying. She glanced back at her slowly failing body. Her heat began to pound in her chest as she looked at the scene. Slowly, she closed her eyes, faith being restored to her; Someone will come and aid her.

"I'm fairly straightforward, Daughter. You are too. Family thing."
    "This isn't real." said Takchawee said softly.
"Oh? And how do you define real? Something you can see? Touch? Smell?"
    "Because I can't die! Not yet! It's impossible!"
"That's what I told myself. You're in denial, Love."
    "Feth you, Father! I lived my entire life alone! I'm not finished! I sword I'd never die like... Like... Like this!" spat the warrior motioning to her body.
"You aren't dead, Iron Vixen. You are still quite alive for another day or so. Sadly, if no one comes... Well, at least you'll be reunited with your family at last. Do not be afra-"
    Takchawee cut in instantly, "I am *NOT* afraid!"

    "Of death?" came the reply of her father. "Of course not. But you are afraid of dying alone. I know all your fears. I've seen them. Some, you even manage to suppress into your mind. Some that haven't even been revealed to you. Perhaps, that is safe for now. The knowledge of your family... Friends. Everything that has happened has happened for a reason. And through it all... We've been there."

    T'wee felt a warm paw on her right breast and gently sighed with comfort. Her eyes closed once deeply and then reopened, hoping to see some figure. Unfortunately, nothing was shown. In a soft murmur she spoke, "I can't... My Children... I can't die. Not yet."

    "It's okay. They'll be fine cause you can protect them eternally. No matter what. Much is left for you to do. But we cannot do more than what we have already done..." The voice was fading away slowly until it became a soft whisper at the end. T'wee cried out for her father several times but there was no response. She ran around trying to find a way out, only succeeding in running into various walls in her futile attempts.

    "Fuck."

Broken Blade

2008-01-15T23:31:01Z

The Iron Vixens watched as Leviathos melded into the landscape of Desolace.

She wiped a tear from her eye. Her kids were in the hands of Thoronath, given to him by their own father Leviathos. Her Lover. Could she believe him? Were they protected?

She had to trust. Trust that they were indeed protected. The Magical Wards or Charms.. Or whatever would have to hold so they could retrieve them... And finding the item here... Was the first part.

The bodies of centaur littered around her. Some were scored, some were beaten to a pulp and others maimed and mangled. Takchawee's face hardened, looking towards the East and began to stomp off, climbing across the rocky landscape into the mountains. She glances around at the large crevice in front of her. bones and skulls were scattered about inside of it and the stench of rotting meat hung in the air. her nostrils twitched a bit as she hopped into the crevice of death, hooves sloshing about some of the more recent blood and bodies.

This was where she was born. In this very crevice where Death embraced many... And where the new life of Takchawee came to be. Without warning she fell to her knees and began to dig. The lingering image of her doing that same thing many, many moons ago lingered as she replicated it.

Fifteen minutes later she stopped. Panting for air the doe removed a single skull. And then another. And another. She recognized them as once. Her old family. She ran her thick worn fingers along them, tears forming in her eyes before gently placing them on the ground next to her and reaching in again. This time, however, she did not pull out a skull. Instead, she grabbed the hilt of a blade and slowly pulled it out.

The blade was broken and dirtied. She held it carefully, admiring the jewels on the hilt up to the thick blade that it was fastened to. Despite it being broken, the sword was still an impressive size but light. She grasped onto the hilt with both hands, looking for any sort of clue. Finally she found something. Etched near where the blade was severed was where the word "Kodo" was scrawled. T'wee's heart pounded ans she set the blade aside and began to dig up the remaining fragments.

More long painful moments passed as she dug up each piece of the sword and lied them down next to her. With shaky paws she carefully pushed the pieces together until the blade was reformed as best as she could and read the words outloud,

"Kodoheart Executioner"

Her heart was nearly in her throat now, excitement and nervousness creeping through her. Was this her true family name? Kodoheart? Was she actually Takchawee Kodoheart? She grabbed the hilt again when suddenly, a sharp pain shocked through her head.

Behind you.

Instinctively, she spun around and nearly dodged an incoming arrow. She yelped as it scrapped across her forearm, blood trickling from the fresh wound. There above her were several. No. Many centaur. They simply stared at the lone taureness, pondering her actions. With a gruff yell and battle cry the centaur charged down the small slope and met the Warrior. She looked down at the broken blade in her paws and smiled.

"Today is a good day to die...Don't you think Mother? Father? Brother? Ancestors?"

Her blood rage built inside of her, eyes gently glowing of crimson she met the centaur attack, cleaning the lead centaur's head with a simple stroke of her sword. The blood splattered on her maw and she tasted it before parrying the massive broadaxe of another centaur. Quickly, she lifted her hoof and kicked the centaur away, slicing at his midsection.

The Kodoheart Executioner sung and spun within the expert paws of it's rightful heir. Limbs flew. Blood squirted. Heads rolled. How could she be holding up against nearly an entire war party?

The Iron Vixen's luck ran out. She felt something thud and bury inside her left shoulder, biting and sinking deep into her flesh. She howled in reaction but there was no pain. Her eyes narrowed and she spun around, charging the nearest centaur that carried a bow. Knocking the weapon out of his hands, she wrung the sword around with a neat spin and cut open it's belly. The innards of the creature spilled out of him as he collapsed to the ground with it's other fallen brothers and sisters. She turned her head slightly when a massive fist struck her jaw. blackness covered her vision as she felt herself reeling back from the blow. Her cries that erupted her were muffled, her maw hanging open. Her jaw could've been dislocated but it was unimportant. Right now... She needed to finish off the bastard that caused it. T'wee's eyes rolled around, trying to refocus from the blackness that had rolled over her. She thought she saw Death lingering behind the massive enemy. Her eyes darted up as the creature lifted it's maul up, ready to crush her.

The Iron Vixen lunged forward.

Blade met flesh. Hammer met bone.

And that was all she could remember before the entire world in front of her was engulfed in darkness.

***

The bodies of nearly twenty centaur were littered around a single tauren female. Her paws were still clamped to the sword that very softly began to glow.

A soft melody was played inside the heads of those that had ever known The Iron Vixen. A vision of Desolace. The Warrior. Her jade orbs alight with flame.

Takchawee Kodoheart gasped once and then laid silent, not stirring from her spot.

One Word.

2008-01-14T16:12:28Z

Desolace.

Busy.

2007-12-19T23:53:18Z

I've AT LAST found time to write in my journal!

I'm busy as Hell and enjoying it! I wake up constantly to the soft wails of my calves in the morning, and only hope they don't bother poor Ahka or Ebon too much. They nurse from my breasts, I dress them and take them out on walks in the mornings... It is wonderful.

Ahka has been feeling a bit under the weather recently, so I've been taking care of him when Ebon is out fighting and usually alongside her It's truly wonderful to be included in these sorts of things like a family. In return, Ebon also helps take care of my calves when I need to go out and about. She truly will become a great mother one day when she and Ahka decide to have calves.

With Winter Veil just around the corner, I'm wrapping up my shopping. I'm almost just about done collecting what I need for Ebon's gift. Ahka's was finished long ago, a fairly simple project. Not the mention I got them both a "Shared" present. I'm sure it'll be a bit of a shock for poor Ahka, but what the Hell? I'm happy as can be these days.

Samhuinn(Yes, I'm getting him a stupid present whether that bastard likes it or not) and I even got Amber something. I'm still searching for the perfect gift for Leviathos though... I wonder what he would like... Hrmm...

Gods! It's great to be so busy! To feel alive and wanted. Ahhhh... I do not think I regret my choice. I'm so much happier.

Oooh! Anshe is wailing. She must be hungry.. And when she's hungry Musha is right behind her.

Mmmm... This is great...

Just a Few Hours.

2007-12-18T17:47:57Z

***

He stood there in his full glory... Nordrassil Raiments, clean and tidy.

Nakota "Softpaw" Kichalo Riverhoof. The Father. The Druid. The Healer.

Takchawee didn't know what to think of it. Was this... Real? Was this just another dream? She did the only plausible thing she could think of.

She ran to him, arms held wide as tears ran down her cheeks, the happiness overwhelming her. The wet morning grasses were trampled under hoof as she dashed to the only father she ever knew and when she got there, she threw his arms around him and he did the same, the daughter and father laughing happily as they embraced tightly.

Just a few hours.

She glanced to her side and saw Lucent and Maelstrum approaching in their own vestaments, wrapping their massive arms around both their father and sister, hands intertwined. Takchawee felt the love of her first family again, her body warming up to the embrace.

Just a few hours.

Another turn of her head and there stood Apada. However, he wasn't alone. A female she didn't recognize was locked paw in paw with her other father, a smile on both their faces as they nuzzled each other. And then... Three other Apadas: One was glancing about, licking his lips wildly. Another was simply staring, eyes filled with malice and hatred. The last was smiling slightly, nose twitching as it took in various scents before shifting into a lion and sittin-

***

"T'wee!" someone cried.

Instantly, The Iron Vixen was slapped back to reality, able to just barely dodge Fathom-Lord's swing of his mace.

"Father...Brothers..." She growled and continued to fight, raising her shield to deflect the impact of the next blow. She held steady, her body quivering. She would always fight. She couldn't stop. Too much was at risk. Her family. Her calves. Her friends.

She needed to ensure the most peaceful future she could, whether they liked it or not. It was only a few hours. The rest of the time, she was in Ebon's and Ahka's tent or with Leviathos, calves always in paws

Just a few hours. She'd seen other mothers work during that time... Hadn't she?

Just a few hours.

-[]-Inspired by Softpaw's post... <3's Paw. -[]-

-[]-OOC: Hydross and You! How to handle his adds!-[]-

2007-12-13T01:47:10Z

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Leaving.

2007-12-11T17:09:48Z

I want to ring the two of them by the neck and simply strangle them. They bother me so much! Even after our long, discussion yesterday, I do not feel any different. I simply acted like it had made a difference.

Samhuinn said he would try to "trust" me. What the Hell does that even mean?! He is such a pansy. He really needs to get over the fact I beat him up in the Dire Maul Arena many months back. Feth! Males are so damned stubborn!

But none are as stubborn as Ambershanks. Gods! "You can't take the calves, Tak." Oh, feth you I can't! He assumes that he has it so damn hard. Maybe if Amber hadn't fethed up with his previous child, or Samhuinn hadn't been such a coward and ran from Apada they wouldn't have the two of them as enemies. Leviathos isn't a threat to me at all and I aim to prove that silently.

I should have never stayed with them; I wouldn't be in this situation. Never should have said I would be part of such a dysfunctional 'family.' And now that I want out, they don't want me to go. They need me to protect their sorry asses or something stupid like that. Well, no more. They can be on their own.

At least, Ebon can understand me. I let her cradle my children last night. She seems like a natural born mother and watching her really calmed my soul. I opened up a bit more as we both shared some more stories about our pasts while I fed my calves. The more I know about her... And the more she knows about me, the more shocked I get as our similarities become evident. There is minor tidbits here and there that separate us, but other than that... Maybe my family was a break off of the Thundermoon Tribe? I find it doubtful, but it's certainly possible. Plus it's fun to think about.

Why can't they be like this? Why can't they be like Ebon who I would trust the lives of both of my calves with as well as my own. I know she would trust me with her life. Why can't they just let me and the calves go? I do care about my calves greatly, but I fear more and more with their well-being as well as my own with Amber and Sam. I understand I need to make sacrifices and am taking the needed steps to do so.. But why can't I be happy? Why must I suffer as being unhappy while the calves grow up?

I will not separate Anshe and Musha from each other, as Amber silently suggested yesterday as he shoved Anshe into my arms. I bore both of them for many months. And during those months I tried to be the best I could to fit in with them. Their love was too strong, impossible to split into me. I want to do what's right for my children as well as myself and that's leaving. Naturally, they don't give a damn. I know what's right for my own children.

Gods damn those two bulls for bringing me into this. I already had enough on my plate. I didn't need any more. If it comes down to it, I won't be afraid to use force to get out.

I won't be going back.

Ugh... The rage is building again just writing about them...

-[]-An entry a day... Keeps... The... Uhh... I dunno. >>; Just feels good to write.-[]-

Love.

2007-12-10T18:01:25Z

It's a fickle thing... This "Love."

I feel anyone can "love" another, without devoting their entire strength and will into one person. The only problem is meeting other's with similar thoughts. Perhaps, I am just incredibly strange that I think this.

We met again. Leviathos and I. The conversation was serious this time and as I reflect it in my head, I'm not sure what to think. He first informed me of the events the other night. I wasn't involved in a bar fight. In fact, it wasn't a fight at all really. I laugh about how gullible I was that entire day. First Apada knocked me out cold and then Leviathos decided to slip something into my drink that clearly had the potency of one of Ebon's "Tauren Sized" mugs.

Ahhh.. Ebon. That wonderful doe! And Ahka as well! Both sexy! Grrrrowl! Ebon mentioned a few nightsago that the Bluffs do not feel like home anymore. Perhaps she will be leaving them sometime soon. Ahka seems to be doing a whole lot better and I've been lending my paws whenever I can to help them out. It's the least I can do for my Lovely Friends. I often find myself bringing them cooked kodo meat and what drinks I can get my paws on, but nearly all of the time, they have their own needs satisfied. But hey, it's the thought that counts right? Haha!

Sorry, I went on another tangent... Back to the Booze and Levi.

That's all it took for him to drag me into one of the tavern rooms and ~~ra... Yes, that's right. He ra~~...We made love. I'm not sure what to think honestly. He seemed incredibly truthful and it must've been good if I ended up with bruises. On other hand, why would someone go so underhandedly to give me a promise I asked when I was an Apprentice of his? His calves. I mean, I just HAD two of my own! Am I really ready for more?

Suprising, Broken Horn (As Navre Called him)... Feth.. Navre. Where are you?! I'm worried sick that she did something terrible. I got a note in my mailbox that was increasingly disturbing. I do hope she is well. She needs love, just as much as I do. I offered, to sate her lust but she denied. I'm not sure exactly why, but I can only assume that her want for Zanik is the reason. They both seem... Odd. Both WANTING the same thing but neither willing to take a step.. and when one does.. The other backs away. Damn.

But back to the topic of Broken Horn or Leviathos... He said that if he were to give me his calves... He would drop eveything; Being a Blighter, namely of course. He would want to ensure the survival of his own calf. He even said that we could be mates and be a family. It's all quite, daunting to know that someone who has lived a lifetime of wickedness would suddenly jump into this, wanting to set aside his wrongs and take on a whole new lifestyle... It's a huge risk if I decide to risk it...

I took that risk with Amber when I first left Leviathos. I respect Amber and Samhuinn, greatly. They care about the children.. But they care so much that they make mistakes. I feel like they've left me out of their inner circle and I'm sure I mentioned this earlier is some other entry so I won't delve into it much in this one. Amber's current and possibly the least thought plan was to take the calves to the Caverns. Gods... The Infinite Dragonflight... Doesn't he understand the danger? I sit and watch when I know I should be going... My calves... Fucking stubborn Bulls!

Leviathos... Can I live through another lie? Possibly more pain and misery than I'm experiencing now? Or will it be a wonderful thing to finally love and be loved? Hmmm...

I smell Ebon Thundermoon. Perhaps I should speak to her.

-[]-Another post early in the morning... lulz >> ;-[]-

-[]-Haiku.. Thing.. Stolen from Sam... Who Stole it from Ebonfall..-[]-

2007-12-10T06:14:44Z

Haiku² for takchawee
by side one a huge moonkin and the other two bulls needed to do
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Created by Grahame

TOO BAD THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN FOR TAKCHAWEE YOU BASTARDS!!!!1111oneoneoneoneleventy

takchawee @ 2007-12-09T05:58:00

2007-12-09T15:53:50Z

About a year ago... I belonged to something.

It was called my family. Maelstrum, Lucent, Softpaw (Nakota), and even... Apada.

I would fight for them. My unyielding defense proved worthwhile; I protected them again and again. And then.. All of them, ruthlessly destroyed before my very eyes... Except for Apada; He somehow managed to escape and now is some crazed psychopathic freak. They were the only family I ever knew and I would not know their warmth or comfort again.

I had nightmares of that night. When they were all slaughtered. I could see Maelstrum surrounded desperately trying to fend off the enemies we had encountered. Lucent was busily calling for the aid of the Wind, Water, Earth and Firre Spirits. Apada and Softpaw fought side by side, one a huge Moonkin and the other a treant. The sight of them being dismembered, sliced, impaled, burned... The images flash through my head of the painful thing I had witnessed. My only family gone within just several seconds.

I had told them to run... And the rest of the group I was leading was already fleeing. I tried to intervene between the attacks against family, to defend them, but I was hauled off by the others.

The deeds were done. Softpaw lay twisted on the floor, eyes closed as he almost appeared to be sleeping. Lucent has a massive pike impaled through his frame. Maelstrum's hide was completely scorched. Apada was no where to be seen. I wailed in agony, trying to force my way back in...To avenge them. To die with them so I would never feel alone. Tears ran down my furred cheeks as the rest restrained and hauled me off to safety.

My brother Lucent was always the quiet type but moreso the many moons ago I asked the question he wished I would never had asked What happened to my family many, many yesrs ago? I already knew the answer, but I eas hoping for some comfort of the Nightmares I had. Just hazy images of that night. Luckily, I had my family for comfort... But now...

**********

-[]-*Note* Softpaw wrote this awhile ago. I just changed some of it to better reflect what Tak sees in her Nightmare.-[]-

They had only been migrating about what we now call Desolace. These tauren. My original family. That is before the Centaur attacked. Lucent's father and the other two bulls(One was no doubt mine) where killed in the initial attack. They fought as hard as they could, killing as many of the centaur as they could. I always watched my father fight during the dream, his hazy figure swinging about a large sword and shield. My older brother fought behind him, a similar set-up of weapons in his paws. But there were so many. A sea of these horse men over ran us and for every one the bulls killed, four more would take it's place. It was a losing battle, that thankfully for the bulls, ended quickly. A centaur finally broke through my Father's shield, as he fell over. In another second, an axe cleaved his head in two. My brother suffered a similar fate, one arm clipped off at the body before a large pike impaled through him and pinned his body into the ground.

My mother, who I knew to be pregnant with me at the time, and the other two females were bound and tied like you would a heard beast before the slaughter. Lucent and the only other calf(Who I knew to be a much younger Maelstrum) tossed into a cage. I still remember the laughs of the foul beasts as they raped and beat the women in the dream. A harsh, painful sound as I was whisked off to watch. The final sounds from what I believed to be Lucent's mother's muzzle. Her cries of pain, her pleading that Lucent be spared. Even as one centaur mounted her and another prepared to cut her head from her body...She still cried out for Lucent to live. The sound of blade meeting bone was a horrible sound. It was much worse now despite a sound I knew my entire Warrior life. The laughs of the Centaur as they tossed parts of my our family on to the flames to be eaten. The hours of torment and painful memories followed well into the night as I was forced to watch the Centaur devour my family. The laughs on their lips, their sick grins, their crunching on the meat of my brother and father. Why could the Earth Mother allow such beast to live in this world I asked my self, as I cried in this terrible Nightmare. I lost my faith in her, so long ago because of this.

Lucent awoke some hours later. He must have cried myself to sleep, his mouth was dry and his eyes hurt from the looks of it as my "Spirit" panned around the scene. There was a large, old bull that had a hand over Lucent's muzzle that startled him to fully awake. My Adoptive-Brother struggled to get the hand off of his muzzle, pulling and yanking as hard as he could but nothing I did could remove the hand. I knew the Bull once I had seen him; Nakota Softpaw, My Adoptive Father. It was then that the hand forced my brother's head to turn upwards. Softpaw put a finger to his muzzle motioning for Lucent to remain silent, before he then released my muzzle. I looked around the camp, night had fallen. The fire that had been used to cook our families had died down. Scraps of fur, pools of blood, and pieces of flesh still lay about the edges of the once tall flame. Most of the Centaur where sleeping in tents, and the few I could see where sleep next to smaller fires far from where the two were. The one centaur that served as guard lay dead near the cage. Softpaw pulled the other child out of the cage and wrapped him in a blanket careful not to wake him. He then motioned for Lucent to follow. We made our way around to the back side of a near by tent to leave the Centaur camp. But I nor Lucent were ready for the shock we was about to witness.

I watched as Lucent fell onto his elbows and knees. There, in front of us was a pit had been dug behind the camp. A pit filled with bones and blood. It was all that remained of our families. Lucent bit his lower lip to hold that the screams of agony that he felt inside. Atop the pile was the body of my own mother. She had been killed that much was clear. But she had not been sent to the slaughter, she must have been used to their entertainment before her death. Why the centaur did not kill her was unknown to me. I will probably never know but since that point... Since when I gazed up into the sky during that Nightmare, I searched and found the Brightest Star possible, never forgetting it. I called it my "Lucky Star."

Next to my mother's body, was a skull for which I knew horns to be of my father's and brother's. It was then that I started to cry... But when did I not in this dream? I never knew the warm embrace of my Birth Family and it is something that I miss to this very day. Softpaw lifted Lucent to his hooves and we started to move again when he came to a sudden halt. It was then he saw something he could not believe. From the belly of my mother atop the pile, Lucent saw movement. He knew her to be carrying a calf in her womb... And that calf was me.I knew it was impossible for that I had lived through the abuse my mother went through, but somehow whether by genetic make-up or my Lucky Star, I was ready to be born. Lucent pulled my hand from the Softpaw's and looked up into his eyes. He too must have noticed the movement, for he pulled forth a large dagger from his belt and handed it to me.

Lucent rushed over to the pile, and fell in. The blood and meat sloshed around his hooves and legs as he climbed atop the bodies was truly sickening. I struggled to get a good footing, but it was so difficult. Blood and pieces of meat was everywhere. When he finally reached the top of the pile, tears began to stream down his face and my own as his hand brushed across his father's horns, knocking the skull of my brother and father's skulls down by accident. Lucent quickly composed himself; tonight was not the time to sink into sorrow! "I have a life to save." He placed his hand on the belly of my mother I could feel the faint kick of the calf inside. So small and so faint... Every time I see this part I want to simply throw up. Every time, I fear Lucent would've been too late and I would've perished. But every time, he acted quickly. Taking the dagger, he cut open the womb and removed the small female calf. Pulling off my tunic with one hand I cleaned her and wrapped her inside it. He severed my umbilical cord, and tied it to the best of his knowledge. Holding her tightly to my chest I leapt off the pile and rushed back to the older bull.

"What will you name the child?" Softpaw said to Lucent as he glanced at the bundle in my arms.

"What do you mean?" Lucent said with an odd bewilderment as he looked up into his eyes.

"You brought her into this world, it is your responsibility to name her and care for her." Softpaw said with a warm smile as he pated Lucent on the shoulder. His touch was warm and brought me a lot of comfort. Tears began to roll down his cheeks.

Wiping away the tears with his free hand, Lucent took pride in my answer, "Her mother's name was Takchawee, and so she will share the name in memory of the mother she will never know. The family she will never get to be in the comfort of."

****************

Those last few words echo into my head even now as I write. That night was truly a terrible night even though I never was "Apart" of it so to speak. Every time, I have to recall it... I'm sickened. I always try to see my Family's face but as always, their face is smeared in the dream, as if Ysera doesn't wish for me to know. I do not know if this is exactly what happened. There could've been more but either way, the dream makes me sick. I want to see those faces... Just once.

Maybe someone can help me...? I've been searching for a way my entire life... I've thought of every possible way to set this nightmare aside but it sticks.

And now, the family I was in... The comfort I had is gone. The slight comfort I had being in Ambershanks and Samhuinn's presence is gone. Snuffed out. I do not like either of them, for I feel no love from either. Maybe it's just me. I do not know.

I just hope Ebon and Ahka don't mind me being with them, constantly. They feel like the family I'm missing. It is warm with them. I need them. I don't feel the same around Amber and Sam.. The only other people I really know.

What will I do if they don't want me there?

Hmm... Gods, body aches... That tavern fight plus the blow to the head are really taking it's toll on me.

On a much nicer note, I got a Paper Gyrocopter from some random person yesterday... That little thing is quite amazing to toss around!

Jarbled...

2007-12-08T16:15:10Z

Ugh... What the Feth happened last night?

Have a huge lump on my head, I think that came earlier though...

I also somehow wound up with a bruised chest, a split lip, and I think the beginnings of a black right eye. Feth. Thank the Gods that I can push the pain aside... But it's also disrupting my ability to think cognitively.

All I remember is being so angry(Despite my will to suppress it), that I needed to hurt something. To slaughter to hopefully quench my anger and lust for blood. Apparently, I got it.

My thinking is that, I went to Orgrimmar for a few drinks... And some Tavern-Goer said the wrong words to me. I wish they hadn't for I feel sorry for this other person. I probably fucked them up real good, but I don't recall it... It's a wonder I didn't fall off the Wryvren on the flight back to Thunder Bluff. I woke up in the Inn.... And then next I woke up inside Ebon's and Ahka's tent...Inside Ambershank's tent... And then I woke up again back at the Inn beds up stairs.

Gods... What I would give for a warm body to curl up next to every night.. I had such terrible Nightmares...Ugh... They're disturbing... Quite disturbing...

Maybe I should invest in some Dreamless Sleep Potions?

Am I losing it?

Deep Sigh

2007-12-07T15:05:55Z

I was able to redeem myself in my eyes last night from my sudden departure of Samhuinn, Ebonthunder and Ahka.

I had a feeling he would seek me out and that's what Samhuinn did. I simply wanted to open up into his face about how I felt. To simply, blast him with all the things Amber and him had made me feel, but I held back and simply told him that "I had lied to you." Indeed, I had for my excuse of going shopping did not hold water. I already did that earlier in the day buying a gift for Ahka, Ebonthunder, Anshe and Musha. I pondered for a moment and even got Samhuinn and Amber something.

Shortly afterwards, I caught a scent of someone who was on the Bluff that I hadn't seen in ages... Leviathos Blighthoof. My former teacher.

I had gotten a letter from him just earlier that day, asking for forgiveness and trust.... I'll forgive him for now but he does not have my trust. He told me that Thoronath is attempting to harm the calves Anshe and Musha. I simply blew that shit off; The Elf wouldn't get within 100 feet of my calves before I sniffed him out and beat him into submission. He went on to discuss that he had been attacked several nights ago by an unknown assassin and then finally telling me to "Ignore the statue. I had it commissioned several months ago for you when you were pregnant with THEM"

He went on to promise that he wouldn't try and stop trying to hurt my calves or my newfound friendship. I was ready to slap the shit out of him but simply said I would do such a thing and his head would proudly be displayed on a pike.

I bid farewell to the Blighthoof, bent on redeeming myself in front of my friends. Thankfully, I caught each of their unique scents on a small breeze near the Hunter's Rise and immediately ran off to spend the rest of the night with them.

It was truly magnificent. Ebon had produced three large flasks that Ahka had commented, "Looked like the size of a calf!" or somethin' and I couldn't help but chuckle at the hurt Bull, extending my aid and comfort to him if he needed it. We drank... And drank... And drank until all three flasks were drained all of us highly drunk. I'm one to hold on my drink, so I didn't feel any different, I know it added to the fire that I had rekindled inside of me. The fire of... I suppose a sort of Bravery.

Once we had gotten back to ~~their~~ our(I believe I can call it that) I let some of the bottled up feelings go. I tried not to seem incredibly pathetic and I thought I did a reasonable job at it. I flat out told them when we got back to our tent that I had loved them both deeply. Not some lust-filled thought that only wanted to sleep with them on occasion and then, BAM, gone. No, I mean LOVE where I deeply cared about and would do anything for. I can't say I'm an expert on love... But... There is always a feeling deep inside me when I'm around Ahka and Ebon that I never, ever felt before except around Papa Softpaw. If it ever gets to the point where Ebon and I are making love again but also with Ahka, I will accept it with open arms. However, until then, I am quite content with our friendship, compassion and love. It is something I needed dearly for my aching soul.

I never had expressed my feeling before to anyone really, so it was quite... Refreshing to get these things off my chest. I told them about Amber, Sam and the Calves and how it was extremely hard for me to be around them. I told them how I felt like a sort of commodity that the two Bulls needed to put up with until such a time that they could just send me on my way and live out their happy lives with my Calves and not a single look back at me.

Ahka, whether it was the booze in his system of his genuine self (Either way, I was pleased) Instantly stood behind me, wanting to go see Amber and tell him off. Ebon slowly stroked my fur as I expressed my feelings... Before suddenly, dozing off to sleep.

The last thing I could remember...Was tracing that Crescent moon and thunderbolt around Ebon's eye and them creating the same design around my own right eye(Probably wish I had one!) and giving Ahka's sleeping form and gentle squeeze.

I feel much better today.

Failure.

2007-12-07T06:09:01Z

Failure... I'm an absolute failure.

Curse me. Curse me. These bottled up feelings will never be released...

Why did he have to be there?! WHY?! I was ready to tell them.. And he just had to be there...

I went back to the Spirit Rise.. And here I sit. Inside my Murloc Costume so no one recognizes me.

Tired

2007-12-06T22:02:20Z

I'm tired of holding it all in.

I'm going to tell them.