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AftermathLeoras stood in the entrance of Ayane's home within Hearthglen. A week had passed since the first bearing of the news of his wife and, just shortly after she had divorced him. He had put her in the ground to rest with his sister in Pandaria, just below the Winterblossom Tree that Seriwen rested. The Ebon Blade did recover her body some time a go and he was able to relieve her soul from this world. Just as he had recently done for his wife.The-Dark-Ashenik
He stood there with his arms crossed across his vest. It'd been a traumatic fortnight for him. The wind blew with a chilled bite on the currents. It made a shiver run up Leo's spine, and goosebumps appear on his arms. He stood and thought, wondered to himself.
Removing himself from the Valley of the Four Winds was probably, moreorless, the best solution for him. With all the reminders there, the memories of Luna, it was going to crry him to his grave. He'd spent that same week barely eating, let alone drinking, and laying comatose in bed. His eyes hu
Ambush in SilvermoonLeoras had been patrolling the streets of Silvermoon in his usual evening shift. He'd done about sixteen laps over the past three hours, and fifthy seven in the past eight hours with breaks in between each patrol session. He was trained to be fit and endure the miles that would had been created out of the steps that he had done.The-Dark-Ashenik
It was a busy evening in Silvermoon, many people were out. Men and women on their own, couples, family with their children of all ages, some even with newborn babies. The conversations of people buzzed in his ears, and the marbled floors clicked under his iron clad boots, one another the other in each step. He stumbled across Tyrestrus a couple times in Farstrider Square, talking to a red haired rogue woman. She was in bloodfang with an eyepatch over her eye.
He did not bother his Lord Marshal, he didn't intrude on conversations that were not his own. He followed the road around the wing, up to the sitting area joined between the court and the wing. A cou
Remembering It All Like It Was YesterdayLeoras walked through the Shrine of the Two Moons. The tile floors beneath his boots clicked with each stride he took, occasionally dragging his heels unintentionally throughout the main center hall. The upper tier with the restaurant was noisy with the voices of the people resting here. The smell of food drifted down and it made his mouth water, inhaling the smell of Pandaren cooked food through his nostrils. He exhaled- it was a welcoming smell each visit he made here.The-Dark-Ashenik
He stopped to look around at the bottom tier which was occupied with more people. To his left was the section where masters of professions such as Alchemy, Enchanting, Blacksmithing, Jewel Crafting and so on resided. It seemed normal for the Horde to bring their supplies to a foreign land and set up business here within the Shrine. With the parting of the mists, and the Shrine of the Two moons made vacant for the Horde, and its sister Shrine of the Seven Stars on the opposite side of the Vale, reserved for the Alliance
A Taste of HomeSunset had just started to set into Pandaria. What was a bright day gradually shifted into night time, decorating the land with a purple hued sky with a hint of orange tint. The stars began to shine down on the Valley of the Four Winds, making the fields of green- though becoming more visibly difficult to see- beautiful. It was just as he remembered. Lush, Quiet, beautiful, serene. Those were the reasons he moved here in the first place.The-Dark-Ashenik
It had been a long time since Leoras had been out here. He promised himself he wouldn't return to the Valley unless he was ready. Things had changed over the last several months, and only just now, did they start to pick up for the better, for both him and his son, Azriel. He'd been contemplating in Hearthglen during his stay with Ayane, there, returning to his old home. He left in the first place, due to his own ruin. Losing his wife had put him in a numb state- he didn't feel, he didn't care, and everything Leoras once was, was not there at tha
Turtle BeachLeoras stood on the beachfront of the Turtle Beach in Krasarang Wilds. It was the Wanderers Festival today, sundown on a Sunday and it was the day the Pandaren respected Liu Lang, the Wanderer. Many of the pandaren and those from beyond the mist joined them in their celebration, he and Azriel included.The-Dark-Ashenik
The sand sunk into his plate boots. He felt shorter than he actually was with that, and, he'd have to occasionally shake the sand off his feet... since metal and sand didn't go hand in hand with one another... He felt wearing armor here was necessary despite it being a "sanctuary" since he was among both Horde and Alliance, he didn't want to come unarmed and unprepared just in-case someone decided to swing their sword in his direction and start trouble from either being too drunk or starting drama for the sake of it. But he came here today mainly for his son- he didn't want him to miss out on the event like he has been lately, being in Hearthglen. The little boy was in the crook of his l