RavensHeart

Behind her, the smoke seemed to linger, dark clouds hanging in the air as if to mock her. She walked out through the city gates with only what she could carry in the pack slung over her shoulder. Behind her, all that she had ever known lay in smoldering ruin, her home, her family, her past, it was all gone. She kept walking, not knowing where her feet would take her, but she could never turn back. There was nothing left in Silvermoon for her; she wouldn’t let herself look back. Her name was Kaisharra Starhawk, but from that moment on, the sound of her surname would never pass her lips. It would remain behind her, in the ashes of her yout

Clouds of dust choked out the blazing sun as the new tenuous alliance between the Horde and the Knights of the Ebon Blade fought to drive back the Lich King’s scourge forces. Those Death Knights who now rode under the new banner, free of the Lich King’s control struggled to find their place in a new world. They were trapped between life and death, remembering their old lives, but unable to step back into them. The battle had been raging for hours and was beginning to take its toll on the beleaguered Horde. An Orc warrior was pinned against a partially ruined wall by a massive flesh construct. The putrid odor of the scourge behemoth

The warm midnight sky opened up overhead, glittering with countless stars like a bejeweled cloak. Wearily, the huntress leaned back against the large rock outcropping that sheltered her temporary campsite. Deep shadows seemed to cloud her normally bright emerald eyes as she sat scanning the sky, searching for answers she knew would not be there. Raven dark hair fell loose around her shoulders, a stray strand stirring in the light breeze; absently she reached up to tuck it back into place. Beside her, the shadows cast by the flickering firelight merged into a form blacker than freshly spilled ink. Lying down at her side, the beast turned its

The green plains of Mulgore spread out like an emerald sea under leaden clouds as another wave of early spring storms rolled over the valleys. Sunset was coming soon, although the storm clouds blocked any sight of the sun. Perched on a large boulder, the huntress seemed oblivious to the rain soaking her and the ground around her. Jade green eyes studied the distant horizon as she was lost deep in thought. Even her usually constant companions chose not to intrude upon her solitude. The two lions watched from the shelter of a small house nearby. Beside them, the tauren druid also watched her friend. Finally, with a sigh, Mahenaska stepped out

Silence- The calm before the storm. Stillness within my mind, So brief, then Chaos reigns. Staring into the darkness, My soul sinks into the shadows. Memories drift by, like ghosts. If only I could forget them. The storm presses in, Night wraps its cloak around me, Madness lingers just out of sight. Will the journey ever end? Heart lies shattered on the floor, My soul lies broken and scattered. Dreams have died and withered to dust. Hope vanished long ago. Even Pain no longer calls my name. I no longer live, but cannot die. I have nothing left to lose, No reason for being. All that I have, is the dark. That is what I h

Shadows grow Wrapping the soul in a cloak of darkness Death flies on silent wings Hunter, hunted, the timeless balance Storms rage Seeking to destroy the weak Unstoppable, inevitable Lightning strikes, fear spreads Darkness reigns Shadowed death sweeps the enemy aside Dark eyes glitter with bloodlust Cold heart holds no mercy War erupts The dark bird soars over the battlefield Vengeance, Hatred, Anger unleashed Havoc, Chaos, Death fly free