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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Ghostlands
"For crying out loud..."
Cyrus hugged his head and let out a pained scream when more cracks split his black skin, forming into runic patterns seething with Fel. What looked like two tendrils tore through his robes where his shoulder blades were, unfurling into torn, bat-like wings, each 'finger' ending with a long sharp talon.
"I'll look really thtupid if I can't keep thith up until we arrive wherever we're heading," he muttered, darting forward several steps, gaining momentum, before leaping in the air and soaring after Argona.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Ghostlands/Eversong Woods
The darkspawn Cyrus had gotten control over tore the ground as they tried to keep up with him, and more often than not one would trip over and collapse to be trampled by its comrades.
Obviously, Cyrus could not care less, only stopping to hurtle them out of the river separating the Ghostlands and the Eversong Woods so that they would not dam it.
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Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Silvermoon
Despite the fact no one was around to appreciate his show off, upon nearing the spire Cyrus first soared up high into the sky in a near-perfect parabola before going down hard and fast, landing on his knees and fists and leaving a web of cracks where he hit the spire.
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Post by
Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Silvermoon
"What the fuсk have you forgotten on Quel'Danath?" Cyrus demanded angrily, accompanied by the sounds of the darkspawn throwing themselves into the sea.
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Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Sunwell Plateau
Chaos ensued when whatever few darkspawn Cyrus had brought across the sea slammed into their feral brethren, slaughtering indiscriminately. Every so often, a monster was thrown too close to the Sunwell, resulting in it going down in a blaze.
Cyrus looked up at the statues of the late Kael'Thas, spitting dark green saliva in disgust before stepping inside the complex.
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Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Sunwell Plateau
Cyrus let out a frenzied laughter, the corners of his mouth sprouting new cracks - so hard he laughed.
"I'd reprimand you for tainting the Thunwell, but why bother? Nothing short of a pit lord - or its equivalent in gigafelth - can taint it now, and it'd burn you anyway if you tried," he said, wiping his eyes and leaning against one of the pillars.
"It feelth thtrange to be here, after all thethe yearth," he whispered, his skin tightening and his face gaining more angular features as he exposed himself willingly to the radiance, experiencing a bizarre mix of pleasure and pain.
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Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Sunwell Plateau
"Your Creepy Old Pervertth... I mean, Old Godth?" Cyrus raised an eyebrow, licking his forehead to try and compensate Sunwell-induced dryness and heat.
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Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Sunwell Plateau
Cyrus stared at her, slack-jawed, buggy-eyed.
"You do realithe you look like a mantith now? I'd rather not go into great detail on mantith theckth - I mean, I love kinky, but that ith too much."
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Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Sunwell Plateau
"What the- get back here!" Cyrus scowled, his nostrils flaring as he tried to detect her presence.
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Behelich
Character
: Cyrus
Location
: Sunwell Plateau
Cyrus sagged to his knees. He raised a trembling hand to touch his ear, and stared at it, covered in his blood.
"Thweet mother of merthy," he whispered, his eyes wide. The warlock shook his head and stood up, shakily running out of the Well Chamber and heading to the source of the scream.
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