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Another Point of View by Annie-Cat, literature

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Another Point of View

Ash'lynn Embyrstride sat on her wyvern in silence. Beneath them the Peak of Serenity lay like a snowy oasis in the strange new land of Pandaria. She furrowed her brow and anxiously knit her fingers into the golden mane of her mount. It would offer a low rumble in return and she hushed it softly, "Shh, I know old boy I know..." She thought fleetingly of the summon she had received only a day ago. What a strange thing that had been... some round furry woman come bounding up the Row. Surely some sort of joke, right? But the creature had known of Sanarial... Ash'lynn sighed shaking the thoughts away, it could still be a joke, and cruel joke at t

Thinking it over by Annie-Cat, literature

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Thinking it over

"You have done well Nightstrider, that is enough for today." Feng-Hu bowed down as was customary before turning and walking away from the former rogue. She left her alone with her bruises and with her thoughts as the blue child crept higher into the night sky. Sange bowed in turn before lowering herself to a sitting position. She was out by the springs and the steam in the air helped her to think. She let her mind linger on the night before. On Macwe's visit. Had it been wrong of her to let him go so easily? She sighed, Cel certainly seemed to think so. There was a time when she wouldn't have hesitated to attack on sight, but things were ch

Anger Management by Annie-Cat, literature

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Anger Management

Sange screamed in frustration as she again fell prey to a deft assault from a bamboo staff. "Would you STOP doing that?!!" The female Pandaren she had come to know as Feng-Hu Swiftpaw had her face set in a firm line. "Why do you yell Nightstrider?" She spun on her heel, bringing the stave down again as Sange rolled out of the way. It was another numbingly cold morning atop the Peaks of Serenity, the sun just beginning to light the horizon. Sange Nightstrider had been training for little more than three days and already her patience wore. "Why? Feng you're supposed to be helping me!" Feng leaped up in the air continuing her assault, "I am he

Visions in the mist by Annie-Cat, literature

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Visions in the mist

Sange Nightstrider sat cross legged on the stone ground of the shrine, her mind reeling. She wasn't over what had happened the night before. Why Macwe? Why did it have to be Macwe? She took in a slow breath letting the air expand in her lungs until it was almost uncomfortable. All around she could hear the ambience of the Jade Forest. As she exhaled she tried to block it out. Clear your head... they said meditation won't work unless I clear my head... Slowly she let herself open her eyes, the mists swirling around her like the thoughts swirled in her head. At first she saw only mist, but slowly the mist would change. Taking on the appeara

Chiri: Revisited Part-1 by Annie-Cat, literature

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Chiri: Revisited Part-1

Suspended by the liquid and the wires... she almost looked unreal. Like some perfect, half-alive doll. Then again, she was unreal. At least as far as he was concerned. He being assistant lab director "Chi". It wasn't his real name, but nobody knew that. Preened from childhood to take his father's place as director, he stood now in front of the glass tube housing of the lab's current focus. Charcoal eyes staring empty into the backlit waters, it was all part of the routine. "How are its vitals?" The lab technician on duty jumped. "Ex-Excuse me Mister Chi sir?" He didn't even spare a glance at the mousey woman clutching onto her clipboa

Sange Nightstrider: Prologue by Annie-Cat, literature

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Sange Nightstrider: Prologue

The howling winds of Dragonblight echoed defiantly across the icy wastes, and it was there another defiant voice would be forever silenced. She knelt atop the bones of some creature long gone, the glow from good her eye cast an eerie light upon her cheeks. She raised a manicured hand to push back her hood and allow her hair to fall free. A cascade of white gold, but there was no doubt it was Sange. The faintest trace of a smile ghosted her mouth and then it was gone. And so was she.

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Another Point of View by Annie-Cat, literature

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Thinking it over by Annie-Cat, literature

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Anger Management by Annie-Cat, literature

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Anger Management

Visions in the mist by Annie-Cat, literature

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Visions in the mist

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Artist // Hobbyist // Traditional Art

Sep 8, 1993
United States
Deviant for 12 years
thishitappens.blogspot.com
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Nineteen years young
Eternal optimist
Balls deep or GTFO

4/21/12

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Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

The Nightmare Before Christmas, Joyful Noise

Favourite TV Shows

Bleach, Criminal Minds, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Death Note

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Evanescence, Vocaloids, HIM

Favourite Books

Wuthering Heights, The Sight, Twilight, Where's Waldo?

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Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe

Favourite Games

World of Warcaft, Pokemon

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Copic Markers, Pigma ink pens, misc. media

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Annie-Cat

Jul 23, 2012

Back~

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Will try to upload more pictures!

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Annie-Cat

Jun 18, 2012

The Death of a Good Friend

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It is with a heavy heart I bid farewell to a staple in my roleplay repertoire. "Sange" Sanaria M. Suntrowell "Nightstrider" is no more.   How did this happen? Well I'll tell you. It all started with a paranoid longing to secure my account that ended with the loss of a mobile authenticator. Never again shall the angsty little rogue strut about Orgrimmar with her side boobage bouncing mockingly at any who dare look cross at her. No longer will she play in the fae circles of Tirisfall with her trusty Troll companion.  No, it shall never be again. Look forward to an end story that will allow her to one last time, embrace her fiery lust for life.

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Annie-Cat

May 9, 2012

Le Telemarketer

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Sooooo... if all goes well I have landed a job as a telemarketer. Not bad for someone with zero previous job experience. According to Murphy's Law, something is bound to go wrong... but I'm going to try and stay optimistic.