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It didn’t take long to get from Thunder Bluff to the Echo Isles – Ankona took advantage of a wyvern so she could think and plan before getting to her destination. She had information to confirm with the spirits – was Gromnor dead? Was he really in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms, somewhere […]

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Dissension in the Ranks
comment 3 Written by on July 7, 2010 – 10:54 am

I figured we could all use a little silly today.

A lanky, dark haired elf sat in front of a lovely fire in a little cabin in Grizzly Hills, a grey wolf asleep at her feet. Russ was off fishing, but Arsaelan lay stretched out in front of the hearth on his back, paws splayed wide and snoring in a delightfully lion-ish manner that made the hunter stifle a giggle every time he started up. Taleh hooted softly, preening the last of her rabbit dinner off of her talons, and Angoleth returned to cleaning her gun.

She wasn’t quite used to this whole “gun” business. While it caused less pain than the longbows she had been using, the noise it made was quite offputting. Still, she didn’t doubt its effectiveness, and so far only the owl had protested hunting with it.

A petulant, whiny roar burst through the cabin window.

“Oh for Elune’s frigging toenails, would you SHUT UP?”


“I told you already, you can’t come in the house. You don’t fit through the door.”


Angoleth walked over to the window, where the enormous red devilsaur had pressed her nose up against it, fogging it up with a combination of hot lizard breath and snot.

“Ugh.  You know I just cleaned that…”


Shan’re growled under his breath. Arsaelan grunted and rolled over, facing away from the window, tail twitching. She opened the window and was greeted with an overly exuberant dinosaur head to the chest.

“Hi Pebbles.”


“I know. I’m sorry the house is too small for you.”

A disgruntled hoot from the corner and Taleh had turned away as well, fluttering down to sit just near enough to Arsaelan’s twitching tail to attempt to catch it. The hunter ignored them both.

“There’s plenty of room once we get back to Feathermoon. Or Ironforge. You’ll just have to sleep outside here.”


“You lived outside in Un’goro! How the hell did you manage to stay alive?”


“Oh right. Bigger than everything else. Still. There’s a big overhang, and it’s summer. You won’t die. I promise.”

The devilsaur stomped off in the direction of the porch, grumbling under her breath. Arsaelan loudly chuffed with feline indignation.

“Oh don’t even start with me.”


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3 Responses to “Dissension in the Ranks”

  1. Haha awe <3

    By Parsi on Jul 7, 2010 | Reply
  2. Awesome Post. 🙂

    By Akkivvitt on Jul 7, 2010 | Reply
  3. Haha, poor Pebbles.

    And now that I think about it, my troll’s devilsaur Mageddon is probably in the same boat. At least Lark’s pets are all small enough to fit inside houses. ^_^

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