sixth rune; death; audio; dated to saturday morning.

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira's voice is even more guttural than usual, thick with gravel and pain. The strange reverberation is more pronounced, too; it's as though some other spirit hisses in echo of each word he says.]

I ask you--for my sake--for yours--do not come near my lake right now. [he pauses, exhaling raggedly.] Best ... best, in fact, to avoid the area around it in a several mile radius. For several days, at least.

Please.

[another short, gasping breath, and he's done.]

[OOC edit: koltira is now in his blood frenzy. you are free to approach him, action-style, but please keep in mind that the content of such threads may be triggering. death knights are sadists, and their view of violence is inevitably sexualized. OK? OK <3]

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[northrend]

[He drinks said rage like sweet wine.]

But you will. You will have no choice, and you know it. What sense do you find in lying to yourself?

[deadelfwalking]

I am not lying to myself! This suffering, this curse--that is the lie. It's not who I am, and it never will be.

[northrend]

Then why do you shun those around you? Why do you beg them to flee from the sight of you?

A monster is all you are, Deathweaver. That is all you'll ever be.

[deadelfwalking]

[HOWL.]

You are the only monster here, traitor prince. And you will pay for what you've done. All of it.

[northrend]

And from where will my comeuppance emerge, Death Knight? You?

[He scoffs once.]

You are nothing more than a pawn. A tool of destruction. A blight to the living, destined to cut them all down until there is nothing left to destroy.

That is your fate, Deathweaver. And you will come to terms with it, one way or another.