Writing: Tamingthemuse Prompt
Jun. 2nd, 2011 02:36 amTitle: Memories
Fandom; Pairings: World of Warcraft; None (OCs)
Prompt: #254 - From whence we came.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,242
Summary: Savitry knows she had a life before becoming a death knight, she's just not sure she wants to know what it was.
Notes: It's possible I've taken some liberties with the lore, though I don't believe any of it is outrageous or incongruent with WoW's setting. Savitry is just one of my alts and not anyone I currently have plans to role-play with, well except maybe with a friend as we quest together. Then again, I'll never say never to a new character potential. Anyway, this idea popped into my head days ago and wouldn't leave.
Journal-Specific Note: Getting this done before deadline so I can focus on some other project I've been working on this weekend. :)
The blue sapphire spun slowly on its grime coated chain, the faceted surface sparkling like a star in the torchlight.
“What is it?”
“A necklace.”
“I can see that, but why are you showing it to me?”
“It’s yours.”
Savitry cocked her head and regarded the forsaken holding the jewelry in his outstretched hand with suspicion. “I don’t own any necklaces.”
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Fandom; Pairings: World of Warcraft; None (OCs)
Prompt: #254 - From whence we came.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,242
Summary: Savitry knows she had a life before becoming a death knight, she's just not sure she wants to know what it was.
Notes: It's possible I've taken some liberties with the lore, though I don't believe any of it is outrageous or incongruent with WoW's setting. Savitry is just one of my alts and not anyone I currently have plans to role-play with, well except maybe with a friend as we quest together. Then again, I'll never say never to a new character potential. Anyway, this idea popped into my head days ago and wouldn't leave.
Journal-Specific Note: Getting this done before deadline so I can focus on some other project I've been working on this weekend. :)
The blue sapphire spun slowly on its grime coated chain, the faceted surface sparkling like a star in the torchlight.
“What is it?”
“A necklace.”
“I can see that, but why are you showing it to me?”
“It’s yours.”
Savitry cocked her head and regarded the forsaken holding the jewelry in his outstretched hand with suspicion. “I don’t own any necklaces.”
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