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8/14 Dash

Wincing from the bruises she’d gotten in the last set of jousting, Arisia sighed, taking care not to breathe too deeply and move her sore ribs. She was tired of aching, tired of the multitude of injuries, aches and pains that seemed to be par for the course since she started her time here at [...]

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Hooked

Flying through the driving icy Northrend wind, Arisia scowled. Yes, she needed the gold that doing this job would bring, and yes, it would be a fairly easy one with so little shot of injury that she’d left her brother sleeping warm in his bed back at the inn– his healing not really needed, she [...]

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Changes

“I’m cold” Arisia shivered, trying to pull her cloak around her tighter, to no avail. Her brother Caylon turned around to glare at her, blowing his long forelock out of his eyes and trying to maintain his temper.
“You’re ALWAYS cold, Rissa—get used to it; Northrend is freaking cold, and it is never going to get [...]

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A Little Fall of Rain…

The stale crunch of charred, crumbled earth under Arisia’s feet startled her. She shivered a bit; Shadowmoon valley rubbed her the wrong way. Nothing lived here– the unearthly beings that prowled around, the mutated creatures that prowled… nothing here resonated to her Hunter senses, senses that she’d come to depend on during her travels with [...]

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Regrouping…

Many weeks have passed… Rissa and her brother have traveled many roads, nost recently to Nagrand, and soon… to Northrend. Their stories are soon to come!

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Puppy Love

She shivered in the chill breeze that clawed its way over the broken ground right into the unsheltered stone passageways of the Hellfire Ramparts. Arisia pulled her cloak tighter, wanting nothing more than to go back to Thrallmar where her brother was to meet her, Caylon having returned to their home city of Silvermoon [...]

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Chilling, Isn’t It…

Tired, filthy, and hungry, Arisia wondered why she was out walking the streets of Orgrimar rather than in the room next to her brother, Caylon back at the inn. A sharp headbutt to the hip and she jerked, and grinned ruefully, looking down at the large orange tiger pacing next to her. “I know, Solstice, [...]

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Arisia If

The druid started towards Arisia, but Caylon cut him off. “What the blazing hell do you mean it won’t come off?” He moved up and began pulling at the pendant himself until his sister shoved him away with a grimace.
“Leave OFF, Cay– it’s stuck to my NECK, not a treestump…” She glared at her brother, [...]

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Arisia Ie

The druid sagged more than sat on the bench behind him. Arisia returned the arrows to her quiver, but did not give Whisper the command to relax. Nodding once at Caylon, she moved to a seat across from the older elf and waited while the man gathered his thoughts. When he spoke, his voice was [...]

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Arisia Id

Arisia blinked, shocked, then winced back in reaction as a shield of magic shimmered around her. Scowling, she turned to look at Caylon, but her brother was firing bolts at the druid, chanting determinedly as he ducked the magic bolts being tossed at both of them from the man still in shadows.
Whisper flashed in and [...]

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