DWC, Day 4 - Children
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Lyrics: In The Woods Somewhere
Belle "Anne" Fairweather continues a cycle of familial violence.
CW: Violence, bodily dismemberment.
Through heavy rains and lingering clouds of blight, Belle Anne flew, her raven form giving her the speed she needed tonight.
She despised the form witches like her used for long-distance travel. It was, frankly, unnatural. Far better to bound across the forests on all fours, where one could feel the crunch of leaves and branches underfoot, hear the squeaks and chitters of animals warning of a predator's approach, tear into...feast...
Keep the beast at bay for as long as you can, Belle, my precious. After midnight is Father's domain. He'll be at Southshore, as he always is.
Thank you, Mother mine.
Belle Anne was, now and always, her father's daughter. So naturally, it fell upon her to ensure that his corpse did not rise again.
With skill, did Belle swoop down past the Sepulcher and their walking corpses. So clever was she, most, if not all, of the soldiers were ignorant of her breaking into a gallop as soon as she touched the ground. Sylvanas's toy soldiers, all of them, though their master was gone. She must come back and remind them who the true queen of these woods is. Yes. The Horde would not notice a few missing guardsmen.
Pity that there was only time enough to rip the head off one - a corpse with long, matted purple hair and lolling green tongue. Too much gurgling from its throat for it to be a proper prize. Must throw it into the woods, where it couldn't make noise.
Southshore. Close. Close by.
The grass under her paws were wet. It made for the most awful 'schluck' as she moved. Hated it, though it reminded her of summers spent dipping her toes into the waters off the dock.
But I don't want to swim! I'll drown!
Hop on my back, dove. I'll keep the monsters away for you. Any foul fiend comes close, they'll have to settle their scores with my fists.
...okay, daddy. Momma says I fuss and fuss and fuss, but I don't! I wasn't fussing!
I believe you, Belle.
As always, Father was waiting in the shadow of the town hall. Black doctor's robes, bone spikes protruding from his broken back, white hair falling out in patches, eyes hidden behind lime green goggles. The claws protruding from his grey rubber gloves seemed to get bigger every year. So did the gaggle of slavering corpses at his side.
"You're late," croaked Father.
"I was held up at the Sepulcher," Belle replied.
"Same excuse every year." Father shook his head and tsk'ed. "Though, this will be your last, I'm afraid. My necromantic powers rise with each moon, as I can readily demonstrate." He raised a claw towards Belle. "Shall we tangle?"
"You know what I'm going to say. This year's the year I finish you off for good."
"We'll see. We'll see. Kill her."
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[WoW]
Renaja was my actually first character I played alot. She was a firm believer in Arthas before being pushed down Icecrown Citadell by a friend to save her when the Horde and Alliance attacked.
She now travels Azeroth to have a second chance at this life thing as blindly following somwone wasn‘t the best idea. And her Horse Cleo is always at her side.
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