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How do I love thee? (And thee.) [Jan. 18th, 2009|03:43 pm]
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I need to think of some kinda grand romantic gesture to do. Something really big that says 'I'm sorry' and 'don't go back to the troll' all at the same time, but without looking like a fucking idiot.

I'd ask Jove, but I can pretty much guess what'd he'd have to say about things, and I don't want him calling me out on being stupid again. Flowers are too obvious. Too broke for a good kodo. Need to keep thinking, and then decide what girl I should do it for.
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Bloodhooves, AMIRITE? [Jan. 4th, 2009|02:44 pm]
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Today Rahauro came into the tent and he was all, "You're never going to believe this," and I was all, "What, I am a busy lady. While I'm still young, please," and he said that the apothecaries had totally gone ahead with this part of the plan that they hadn't talked about with me! I was all, "What the shit is this!"

So then we started talking about what to do next. First I wanted to go all, "What apothecaries? I don't know what you're talking about," but then we decided that Bloodhoof would probably see through that and come give me the >:| look again.

Plan B was to throttle Bloodhoof, Thrall and that elf in their beds, but that was going to need too many braves, and there's still too much work in Dustwallow. Also, that may be kind of, like, whaaaaat. And they're still on to me after I pushed what's his face off the cliff, so whatever!

I guess we're going to play it cool and if someone tries to come over to Elder Rise, we'll just like, cut the ropes on the bridge lol

xoxox
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Damn The Forsaken [Dec. 29th, 2008|01:20 pm]
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When all is said and done, what kind of a legacy does a man leave behind? A name on a confirmed dead list, to be sure; a handful of letters. One small girl that will have no way of remembering him, and one that will only remember him in nostalgic bits and pieces. I think Mahana mentioned a woman. I'm sure he has a tribe, though I've gone out of my way to avoid them after Stonetalon. I don't entirely regret that decision - I still have my head in tact.

I can honestly say that I'm worried what will happen without him around Thunder Bluff, and that I'll probably miss him, though I have a feeling it's more for Mahana's sake than his right now. I've seen her drop a kodo like a stone when hunting, and I know firsthand what a punch from her will do to a person, but she's breakable when it comes to these kinds of things.

I know what's going to happen. She'll stay to herself for a few days, do her grieving when no one is looking and then shake it off and feign going back to normal. Maybe break more pots than normal. Pakwa takes this kind of news very matter of factly, which is almost worst than the alternative.

Tried speaking to him the other night, but I have nothing on a spiritwalker and their ability to locate certain ancestors, and Northrend is so far away. Trying to ask him to protect Mahana is like shooting an arrow with no fletching. The intent is there, but it'll never reach the target.
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Let's Call it Even [Dec. 25th, 2008|03:13 pm]
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The roads of the Borean Tundra were not roads in the familiar sense of the word. Not compared to the ones in the Barrens, at least.Collapse )
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Lapu Too [Dec. 18th, 2008|07:12 am]
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So what, I'm 'Lapu Ravenfeather'. What's that even mean, anyway? That's a Grimtotem excuse if there ever was one. Just answer the question YES or NO. Now I got to wait another year, trying to deal with her womaning out over Ephe and old stalker boyfriends.

(Not Ephe's old stalker boyfriends. Grimtotem's. I guess I'm Ephe's old stalker boyfriend ha ha.)

Yes, Ravenfeather, I'll stay with you and try to be an honest woman, especially cause you freed me from my shit camp with my shit tribe mates, or no, I want to stay a filthy animal Grimtotem in the hills. Not hard choices here. It's one word.

If one more person laughs I'm going to hold them down and punch them in the throat. There's nothing out of the ordinary about wanting something to come back to after a tour, and after all that's happened with the Scourge, I'm damned well due. Got to get a son before something up there freezes or bites it off. There's no shame in wanting that stuff, even if I am a 'Lapu'.

Whatever it's a good name.
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So Long And Thanks For All The Lich [Nov. 30th, 2008|01:28 am]
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Since the dragons made it clear what they were looking for to settle this debt I've been dwelling on the most horrible things for every waking hour of the day. Picturing the best way to crack a man over the head and knock him cold, the quietest way to spirit someone from the city. At one point there was even the idea of taking wounded mages from the infirmary. Just wrap them as if dead, put them with the bodies to be burned and no one's any wiser. No one's going to question a healer; everyone's going to be grateful for another free bed.

At some point it occurs to me that this is not a place I can afford to be if I care to remain sane. I refuse to spend another day in this soulless, apathetic city, feeling like a third wheel around the pirates and wanting to strangle those D.E.H.T.A fanatics. Even Ephe seems to despise them. Why the dragons couldn't have asked for them instead, I'll never know.

I'm going home, where I can be with the boy and th

Hm. Going back to a Grimtotem camp to get away from violence.

Will explain to dragons at Coldarra, plead for better solution, leave Snowhoof to his dirty looks and dancing trolls. Will miss the Taunka. Needed more time with them, this is my only regret.

That and the meat stew from the sewer tavern.
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We're Through The Looking Glass Here, People [Nov. 24th, 2008|07:09 am]
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Things have gone from strange, to outright bizarre. Dakos is never going to believe a word I say from this point forward.

Regarding the Book and the debt we owe the blue dragonflight for destroying it, they've thrown at us the task of bringing in mages for... whatever it is they plan on doing with them. I asked, but it's not the business of mortals, we're not going into it, etc etc. Something like this.

So needless to say, I spend all day yesterday trying to eavesdrop on the conversations of those who seemed like they belonged to that description, and all it got me was a portal that I figured looked like it'd be to Silvermoon, but ended up being to a floating human city in the sky, apparently. Caeryn essentially pointed out the stupidity of following a man through mysterious portals, and I can't say I disagree. The Riverdrinker would be delighted that I'm continuing to reaffirm his beliefs. At the time, however, it seemed like the best way to see what they were capable of.

And there's another point. Caeryn of all people was there, and seemingly unconcerned with the fact that we were in a floating city. She was more concerned with her rodent problem than anything else, and didn't bat an

Right, blind. No wonder she doesn't seem impressed or horrified by Dalaran. It must just being another city, making city-like noises to her.

But, there are no Scourge in this place, it's not nearly as cold as the open tundra, and even finding lodgings in the sewers isn't nearly as bad as it could be. I suppose I could stay in the Horde inn if I removed the Circle's armour, but I've no mind to take the bed of a soldier that's actually working for the Horde proper, and there are no representatives from Moonglade here yet, save Ephe. And if I had the money for such things, I would undoubtedly be visiting the toy store to further corrupt the boy.

And so I have the surreal experience of instead watching waterlogged garbage float in circles in a drain pipe a mile or so in the sky.
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Mahana and Garaw [Nov. 20th, 2008|12:57 pm]
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I may not be physically ON Northrend, but I haven't been completely idle either. The other day I managed to find enough paper to wrap the blankets and other supplies Washue helped me track down, and I sent them off to help the outposts up north. We just didn't have enough time to organize a war effort as thorough as the last time around, which is a shame. I'd bet the talbuk there are more than a few soldiers up there freezing at night. The furless ones. I suppose Orcs may have a harder time with it, what with being so bald all the time.

Garaw and I have some sort of truce going on, primarily at the request of Mahana. I was thinking about the two of them the other night, about what might be going on with them if this had all taken place ten, twenty years before, and one thing's become obvious. If there were no Bloodhooves and no Thunder Bluff, I'm sure Garaw would soon become chief of the Riverdrinkers, and Mahana near enough for the Pridehooves. He'd undoubtedly lead in a ridiculously violent way though, the ass.
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I Will End You, Dragon [Nov. 10th, 2008|07:10 am]
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The Blue Dragonflight sent a messenger the other day, but I'll be damned if I'm going to leave the camp at a time such as this at the whim of a whelpling. I'd thought the settlement was too secluded for anyone to bother, but apparently this is wishful thinking.

Colederra, sure. Let me just get my gloves. Nah, it's okay. I don't have any responsibilities or desire to stay. Absolutely your imaginary debt comes before the threat of Scourge attacks, don't be ridiculous. Traveling alone to a place I didn't know existed, packed with the living dead on all sides? When can I start!

I wish I could tell the scouts to fire at will at anything blue, but a) that would probably end poorly in a number of ways and b) I doubt if they'd listen to me anyway.
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More on the Matter of May/December [Nov. 1st, 2008|01:52 am]
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With Mahana tracked down and Greybear in relative safety, it's almost nice to have a moment or two to be concerned about matters that aren't immediately life-threatening. All too soon it'll be back into the fray, but for tonight, selfishness reigns supreme.

Netah's been off talking about my situation with Dakos to Snowhoof. And if she's told him, then who knows what else she's said, and to whom.

I need to have a speech prepared for when people ask me about seeing an older man. Which is always followed by that really telling, vaguely uncertain look.

"Yes, I am seeing a man that's old enough to be my father/grandfather/distant ancestor. Yes I know how sordid it looks. Part of the interest in said situation is the sordid bit, but please don't automatically jump to that part. I am actually in it for more than that - no, stop. I know what you're picturing. Stop it. No seriously, stop. Okay, shut up for a second. Listen? Alright."

And then I get to punch them in the jaw.
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