Walking the Line

[FlyingSquirrel]

Shivala's favorites as of her resurrection. (and Reasons)

Orc = Invalid. She hates all Orcs, period.

Troll = Nameless teacher. Only Troll she's spent some time with that she doesn't want to kill.

Tauren = Invalid. Not enough Taurens met.

Undead = Invalid. She hates all Undead, period.

Blood Elf = Invalid. She hates them too.

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Human = Annabelle. Brought her back to life, respects her.

Gnome = Kimee. Respected her in Catacombs.

Dwarf = Invalid. Not enough met.

Draenei = Relon. Likes how he's quiet, even if he did half-freeze her once.

Night Elf = Sagi. Respects her, and, as well all know, <3's her to death... err, he makes her die.. or something.

[FlyingSquirrel]

I respect him... but why does he still treat me like a child? Shivala's memories flashed back to Fala'thorei, and she stared glumly out of one of the windows on the boat which she was on. But... he doesn't think I'm a child, does he? Her memories once again flashed back to one of the hugs they'd shared, and she grinned, heat rising in her cheeks. She held a pillow to her face, grinning like a maniac until the heat subsided, where she dropped the pillow.

Then, her thoughts flashed to Sagi and Safksha. Once again, she grinned like a maniac, They better not care, or else... Her mind flashed through a multitude of things she could do to either of them, and each one made her grin wider. Aw, but then their mates would get mad. Her grin was now ear to ear, and she sighed loudly, leaning back into her hammock.

Where is Sagi, anyways? She rolled over, surveying the tavern of the boat. There was another Kal'dorei, but no Sagi. For the first time in a while, Shivala sighed and rolled back to face the wall. So, what other boats are there?

She mentally shrugged to herself, Maybe I should just go back to AC... back to Fala. Once again, another mad grin gripped her face, and she sighed when it left, shaking her head. The rock of the boat left her groggy, and she yawned; something she was glad she could now do. As she slowly drifted to sleep, she opened up her lips, letting a few words flow out, I love you, Fala'thorei.

[FlyingSquirrel]

I nearly died. The feeling of the blade dragging across her throat still haunted her, and a shudder rocked her body. Then, her being dropped, and a small plant being shoved up the slit that was slowly taking her life. Being carried through a portal and barely staying alive. She shuddered again.

What was he going to say? The question raced through her mind constantly since last night. The image of him searching for words to say, but then running off, troubled her, but she'd been too weak to give chase. She'd merely gone to bed in the inn. What was he going to say?! She pushed away the question, shaking her head frustratedly. Once again, she checked over her back, sighing approvingly at the fact that there was still solid rock behind her.

Is it really smart for me to stay a pacifist? The short answer was yes. Fala'thorei wouldn't like it if she went charging into Ashenvale. The young Night Elf hung her head in despair. The gryphon, which had given her the ride which got her up to her spot, looked over at her, before returning to it's grazing.

Does he feel like I do? An itch cropped up on her back, and she reached back, grimacing at the pain from Sylvandre's knifes. Once again, her middle and pointer fingers refused to work, so she resorted to her ring finger. It worked, and she sighed, once again burrowing her head in her hands.

Fala'thorei, why do you do this? Why do you toy with me, then leave? First Shadowmoon, then Duskwood, and now Booty Bay? Why do you treat me like some old doll who keeps regaining your interest for spurs of time? She sighed, shaking his head, But is that what you really think? She shook her head, No, he doesn't think that. But what does he think?

She stayed silent, her mind thinking over this. Eventually, she just gave up, tilting her head back and leaning against the solid rock. As she closed her eyes, a face filled the darkness that was her sight. Malathors.

I miss you, Mala.