Category Archives: mounts

We’re friends again.

Drov the Ruiner was awake today, and there was a group, and I got Pepe. What was I worried about? No one knows.

Disoriented doesn’t begin to describe the patch. But it’s good to start fresh, you know? Sometimes with a clean slate and all. And instead of cleaning up the rug and the paper towels the puppy chewed, or heck, even taking a shower or eating lunch, I decided I would see how the warlock was doing. First, of course, I had to transmog her:

kellda

And then she wanted to try out her skills in Ice Crown. So she did.

And then one of the Captains said, “Victory will be ours.” And today, his cadence was a bit different, and something…shifted. I knew Arthas would give me his horse, Invicible.

And he did:

pony

Just like that.

 

Freedom…

Power, not speed: steady, loyal, and true


For this week’s Blog Azeroth shared topic Dragonray asks:
What are your top 5 mounts – or just the ones you go to all the time because you like the way they ride? What are the ones you really dislike and can never bring yourself to use – does it rub against your collecting nature (if you have one) to buy all the mounts even though you know you will never use them?


Horses at Midnight Without a Moon

 
by Jack Gilbert

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.
Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.
But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down
but the angel flies up again taking us with her.
The summer mornings begin inch by inch
while we sleep, and walk with us later
as long-legged beauty through
the dirty streets. It is no surprise
that danger and suffering surround us.
What astonishes is the singing.
We know the horses are there in the dark
meadow because we can smell them,
can hear them breathing.
Our spirit persists like a man struggling
through the frozen valley
who suddenly smells flowers
and realizes the snow is melting
out of sight on top of the mountain,
knows that spring has begun.

– See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22888#sthash.fzM722Co.dpuf

A felsteed stays loyal to the end…

A tiny gnome grows large and proud…

A Night Elf returns to the light of Winterspring…

A timid priest and her familiar find a faithful friend…

The price of blood comes with loyalty…

And true love flees while truer love stays…
White War Talbuk

Ride at dusk.

The moment.
Between the sun’s power and the moon’s guile
The time.
Under which logic goes to sleep and intuition takes its foothold.
The hour.
Upon which she rode, just to move freely
And
Answer to no man, beggar or king.


In all the noise of the day, the demanding obligations and duties, one thing that never ceases to be fun, however silly, is a new ride. Just obtained the Celestial Spectral Steed. I know many of you wouldn’t step back in Tol Barad if King Wyrnn himself asked you, but she sure is beautiful, isn’t she? Worth every token.

Sex kitten.

Randomness.

I write in my sleep, and from the quality of this, it will probably show that I am sleep-walking, er, writing.

Part I: Sometimes you get the bear:

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So, what bedbug bit me? Perhaps it was the excitement of a little dungeon redemption: went into Zul’Aman with Isabeaux the Beautiful yesterday evening in a PUG and received my helm.  It was extremely gracious of Isa, since she, er, he needed/wanted to go into Gurub and pick up a few things. We rolled Aman out of chance and luck (for me). We had a wonderful healer, and in my enthusiasm at one point proposed marriage, but more’s the pity, for he said he was already spoken for, to quote: “I have asked another for her hand in marriage, alas.” (Um, dude – I wasn’t really planning on making an honest man out of you…just got caught up in the moment!) But seriously: this priest kept me ALIVE. And for the most part, was second in DPS finishing up a narrow third. Was overall pretty pleased with my bad self. 
Part II: Sometimes the bear gets you:
To fulfill my promise to Isa, as well as continue the fun, I was very excited to go into Zul’Gurub. We got a guild group together, who are all amazing players. However, once again, I was the weakest link. About a week ago, I mentioned to the guild officer that she and the guildmaster should start a podcast. Their banter, voices, and wit are highly engaging. Their intelligence is lightening fast, and they are funny. But man-oh-man, I just couldn’t get in step. They were doing the Argentinian tango, and I was doing the Texas two-step. They dosey’d, and I d’ohd. I had to call it a night again because I had those pesky real-world commitments.  And yet, here I am, five hours later, writing at something that isn’t my job. 
Obviously, I want to do as well with my guildmates as I do with PUGs. Better learn to tango. 
Part III: Meanwhile, back at the ranch:
Luperci is on her rotation with the Howling Fjord quests. Matty and Haanta had their turns assisting Scout Knowles, the handsome officer and his horse who are ever-thus looking out over the horizon for danger. This particular image really shows off a draenei girl’s height advantage. 
It’s just funny.
Theme song: Do Ya/Peaches