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Last time I did a story preview, I lost the plot shortly after.  Wharrgarbl!  However, considering I already have most of this written, I can safely say that won’t happen this time.  Huzzah!

Yes, it’s more ‘Tooth and Claw’ rambling.  I can’t help it, it’s stuck in my head!  And it will undoubtedly stay there until I finish the thing. 

As a note, when reading stuff the Fowlers say, one might imagine Amy and Andreia with a bit of a Cockney-ish accent, and Eain with a more “standard” British-ish one.

If this were Livejournal I’d do a cut, because this is long!  But alas.  *apologizes profusely for many words, both sides, handle it*

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“Get out of ‘ere, you smelly beast!” – Andreia, unafraid of rampaging worgen.  I always imagine her trying to shoo it away with a broom or something, because the closest weapon is never an object that’s actually effective.

“Looking back on it later, I would fully agree that poking a feral worgen with a stick while armed only with the handful of spells I’d learned from my mother and Celestine was undoubtedly my worst idea to date.” – Narrating!Ambriss.  This is her voice in a nutshell.

“I did what any loyal, loving, slightly impulsive daughter would do in my position. Brandishing my staff, I yelled, “Oi, fleabag!” and gave the beast a good sharp poke in the bum.” Narrating!Ambriss.  This is her behavior in a nutshell.  She doesn’t always think things through, that one.

“That thing…it bit me. D’you think I ‘ave rabies?” – Ambriss, honey, I think rabies is the least of your worries.  (Though to be fair, that was before they knew what the worgen bite does.)

“I won’t let a…a silly little injury stop me.” – Ambriss. It’s just a flesh wound!

“She’s right, Andreia.” – Three tiny words with which Eain stopped Ambriss and Andreia yelling at each other in the middle of the attack on the city: siding with Ambriss on the Leave me behind to help those guys distract the worgen while y’all evacuate with everyone else, since I’ve already been bitten anyway issue. That went over well with Andreia.

“Thank you, Lord Obvious.” – Ambriss gets a little snarky when the obvious is stated.

“-> intervening Bad Stuff™ here? <-” – That’s not actually part of the story, I just haven’t nailed down exactly when Amy’s bite happened. I author good, y’all. (I do think it happened quite early in the evacuation of Gilneas City though. So there does need to be intervening stuff there. Damnation.)

“[I didn’t like that paragraph anyway. Maybe I'll like this one better?]” – And this is how I do my author’s notes when I take something out for rewriting. It’s like a bookmark, only goofier.

“Eain goes worgen hunting, with unintended consequences. Good thing he’s wearing the Lucky Hat.” – My synopsis of Part 2. Summaries are not my strong suit.

“So, dearest ‘usband, next time you get it in your ‘ead to sneak off an’ do things that are likely to get you killed or maimed, you just take a good look at those scars an’ think long an’ ‘ard about what a stupid, stupid idea you’re ‘aving. Are we quite clear on this?” – The closest Andreia will probably ever come to saying I told you to stay out of the Blackwald and away from the worgen, you moron.

“I looked up at the man holding the shotgun. Godfrey. This day was getting better and better!” – Narrator!Ambriss. Waking up to find yourself in stocks with a known asshat pointing a gun at you? That’s gotta be off-the-charts suck.

Holy Light, I’m naked!” – Ambriss. Fur or no, the realization that she was standing there without a stitch of clothing on her was pretty disconcerting. After all, she’s a proper Gilnean…mostly. (This probably won’t make it into the final version, but her reaction in my head was hilarious and it had to be written down, yo.)

“Can I get you anything, dear? Something to eat or drink?” – Andreia. Her Curse-afflicted daughter randomly appears on her doorstep and is like “Hi Mum!” and the first thing she does after the initial shock of worgen in living room is offer food. Quintessential mommy. :3

“I told you not to go chasin’ worgen.” – Ambriss to Eain. Unlike her mother, she has no trouble saying I told you so.

“Unperturbed, Andreia shimmied on up the tree until she was level with her daughter.” – This is here because I love the fact that I actually got to use the word shimmy.

“Goldrinn’s teeth!” – Ambriss’s favorite swear.

“Damnation.” – Ambriss’s second favorite swear. (And my favorite. Try it. It’s cool!)

“You know ‘ow parents sometimes do stupid things out of love?” – Andreia on why Eain spent nearly three months trying to conceal his Curse status from his daughter.

“We’re the lucky ones, you an’ your father an’ I. Remember that.” – Andreia’s gentle way of saying, Talk to your father, you silly girl.

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See, there’s a reason I love writing these people so much!  ‘cuz they rock.  <3

For those with burning curiosity, I hope to actually start posting this monstrosity sometime in early April. Why not sooner? Because the final issue of the Curse of the Worgen comics comes out on March 30 and I am wondering “WHAT IF THERE ARE SURPRISES?” so I am waiting until then). Also procrastination.

I pinch.

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I should start all my writing projects like I started this one – with an ink pen, a piece of paper, a bit of dialogue, and a big black smudge on my left pinkie.

Anyway, this is a thoroughly random (and, in my totally biased opinion, fairly adorable) conversation between Shizukera and Serreina about gardening.  Like the title says, it’s a work in progress.  I plan to add narrative and whatnot to expand it into a tiny short story.  For now, however, you can has cute dialogue!

Demon hunter + death knight + gardening = LOL.

“Shizukera.  What are you doing?”

 “I’m gardening!”

 “Gardening?”

 “Yeah!  I’ve been told I have quite the green thumb.”

 “ … green thumb?”

 “It’s a human expression.  It means you’re good at growing things, and look!  I am!  See my great big garden?”

 “It looks and smells very nice.”

 “Thanks, but you can’t eat it yet.  Nothing is ripe, except the flowers.  You want to try growing something?  You might have a green thumb too!”

 “I am a death knight, Shizukera.  Things die when I touch them.  I do not have a ‘green thumb’;  I have a black thumb of death and desiccation.”

 “Oh.  I guess that’s true.  Want some flowers, though?  They taste really good.  I know because I tried some earlier.”

 “No, thank you.  They’re not for eating, you know.”

 “Okay, suit yourself.  More for me!”

 [Shizu munches a flower, purrs, and goes back to gardening.]

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Good news, everyone!  A bad round of depression rendered me useless on the creative front for nearly three weeks, but now I can channel a certain death knight very effectively!  So here’s a look at what I’ve been working on – the battle of Light’s Hope Chapel, through the eyes of Serreina Nightfury.  The full piece will be up soon(tm).

I hope.  =P

This is a rough draft and it’s only a small part of the full story, but comments and the like are, as always, both welcome and appreciated.

It is time.

New Avalon is a smoldering ruin, laid to waste at the command of the Lich King.  The Scarlet Crusade is all but gone;  the few who survived the siege have fled to Northrend.  They are not important.  They will be dealt with soon enough.

Our target now is Light’s Hope Chapel, the Argent Dawn’s tiny foothold in these plagued lands.  Why they insist on staying, I do not know, but that too is irrelevant.  They will not remain much longer.  They are outnumbered.  We are protected by the Lich King himself.  They will be destroyed as completely as the Scarlet Crusade has been.

The chapel will fall.  The Argent Dawn will fall.

Our king commands it.

I stood at the top of the rise with my fellow knights, my runeblade in one hand, my charger’s reins held loosely in the other.  The chapel was easily visible from where I stood;  in fact, I could see the enemy forces scurrying about, attempting to prepare for the assault.

There were ten thousand of us and only a few hundred of them.  They would fight admirably, I was sure, but this would be a slaughter.  And yet …

“Strange creatures, the living,” a familiar voice remarked.  “Even in the face of certain defeat, they insist on fighting.”

“In fighting, they condemn themselves to the very fate they fought so hard to avoid.”

“And that, my sister, is what we call irony.”

I turned to the death knight beside me.  With hair a shade of pink so vibrant it practically glowed in the dark and a slight smattering of freckles that even undeath and the scourging process couldn’t erase, Syliah often found herself standing before startled foes rather than frightened ones, but their surprise never worked in their favor.  She killed them anyway.

“You call it irony, I call it justice.”

Syliah started to speak, but another, more powerful voice cut through the air:

“Soldiers of the Scourge, death knights of Acherus, minions of the darkness:  hear the call of the highlord!  Rise!

I watched as an army of ghouls rose from the earth to join the forces already assembled, wondering idly what sort of oratory training Highlord Mograine might have received in life.  Not that it really mattered – we, the death knights of Acherus, would have willingly followed these particular orders no matter who led us.  We were the faithful soldiers of the Lich King;  we did whatever he wished us to do.  Still, if one were feeling bold, one might be tempted to say the Lich King lacked a certain spark, which Mograine happened to possess in large quantities.  He did not simply command;  he inspired.  There was strength in his words.

“The skies turn red with the blood of the fallen!  The Lich King watches over us, minions!”  Mograine raised his sword, the infamous Ashbringer, and pointed it toward the chapel.  “Onward!  Leave only ashes and misery in your destructive wake!”

The army surged forward, and the battle was joined.

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