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Arcana · Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 10:23 am Post subject: The other OTHER white meat

Arcana found her temper had grown short lately. Nonexistant, really. She had no tolerance for irritations of any kind as of late. Perhaps it was the years she'd spent with Arlin or the stress of the recent... event... in Azeroth, perhaps it was her natural tendency coming to the surface, or perhaps the frustrations of years of her life spent in pointless poltical councils finally had to find an outlet.

Either way, something had to give.

*THWACK*

"Aiieeee!!!"

And pixies always had irritated the hell out of her.

Riverrun had a new decoration. As she hung it over the mantle, Arcana admired it and gave it a little poke, just for fun.

"Ouch! Fecking cut it out, you *&@#!!!"

Typical. Everyone thought they were so sweet and innocent. Little did they know. She raised a scolding finger at the trophy pixie. "Ah ah, language," she warned and glanced meaningfully at the mace lying on the table nearby. The blood-stained metal of the weapon glittered faintly with pixie dust. The words "Pixie Swatter" were elegantly engraved on the handle.

The captive pixie fell silent but made rude gesture involving a single tiny finger, so Arcana poked it a few more times to amuse herself. The noise they made just never got old...

Arcana · Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 2:54 pm Post subject:

The next morning, Arcana awoke and went downstairs for for breakfast. As she accepted her tea from the servant, she passed a bemused glance over the bare spot on the mantle where her trophy pixe had been.

Had been? Wait a minute...

Gone! How could it be gone! She clenched her jaw and her nostrils narrowed in anger. She set the ceramic teacup down very firmly and deliberately, resisting the urge to fling it at the mantle. There could only be one party responsible - the pixies. Always the godsdamned pixies. Well not again. This time, they will pay.

Breakfast forgotten, Arcana rose from her chair and took the Pixie Swatter from its place on the shelf. She gripped the handle and tapped the haft across her palm slowly. Oh yes... they would all pay...