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Azeroth Voices: Kythrall and Kythrull
For a moment that seemed to last forever, there was only a void, darkness without stars or light.
Then without fanfare there was a beach, with a small hut at the edge. Straw-thatched roof rested on wooden walls that were mostly window, the whole construction elevated upon wooden poles. Somewhere, the echo of drums were patting out a rhythm, and a being stepped forth from nothingness onto the front porch of the hut. He would have been about seven feet tall, had he not stooped over so much, long muscled legs lending him a swaggering walk. His skin was light blue, his hair mostly green, and his face jutted out with two large tusks curving up from a mouth of sharp, jagged teeth.
He stared around cautiously, starting only slightly as another figure appeared out of nothingness. It didn't see him, facing away to watch the ocean waves shush against the shore.
It gave him time to stare. The other figure was small by a foot, slimmer, though with the same blue skin and green mohawk. All told, he stared at a troll he thought beautiful, and the sight of her was like a mace to the lungs.
"Kyt," he breathed, too softly to be heard. Then he leaned back and laughed, an almost uproarious howl of giggles.
At this sound, the female spun around, a snarl pulling her tusks into a battle mask, and arcane energies swirling around her hands in an icy torrent. The sight of him made said energies dissipate with a crack, even as her jaw hit the ground. "Kyt?!" she yelped.
"I see you learned more than that fire you was playin' with, back in the day," he drawled, nodding towards where ice had been in her hands.
"I- you-! You great big -! Kythrull!" she finally settled on, stepping forward and pulling him into a bear hug. "What the hell are you DOIN' here, mon? The Den-"
"Ain't th' place for me no more," he snapped a little gruffly even as he hugged back.
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End for the moment
Azeroth Voices: Kythrall and Kythrull
For a moment that seemed to last forever, there was only a void, darkness without stars or light.
Then without fanfare there was a beach, with a small hut at the edge. Straw-thatched roof rested on wooden walls that were mostly window, the whole construction elevated upon wooden poles. Somewhere, the echo of drums were patting out a rhythm, and a being stepped forth from nothingness onto the front porch of the hut. He would have been about seven feet tall, had he not stooped over so much, long muscled legs lending him a swaggering walk. His skin was light blue, his hair mostly green, and his face jutted out with two large tusks curving up from a mouth of sharp, jagged teeth.
He stared around cautiously, starting only slightly as another figure appeared out of nothingness. It didn't see him, facing away to watch the ocean waves shush against the shore.
It gave him time to stare. The other figure was small by a foot, slimmer, though with the same blue skin and green mohawk. All told, he stared at a troll he thought beautiful, and the sight of her was like a mace to the lungs.
"Kyt," he breathed, too softly to be heard. Then he leaned back and laughed, an almost uproarious howl of giggles.
At this sound, the female spun around, a snarl pulling her tusks into a battle mask, and arcane energies swirling around her hands in an icy torrent. The sight of him made said energies dissipate with a crack, even as her jaw hit the ground. "Kyt?!" she yelped.
"I see you learned more than that fire you was playin' with, back in the day," he drawled, nodding towards where ice had been in her hands.
"I- you-! You great big -! Kythrull!" she finally settled on, stepping forward and pulling him into a bear hug. "What the hell are you DOIN' here, mon? The Den-"
"Ain't th' place for me no more," he snapped a little gruffly even as he hugged back.
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End for the moment