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( May. 19th, 2013 04:28 am)
Last year, Brin was kidnapped in Orgrimmar. She'd caught the attention of a warlock named Aurthull. He proceeded to break her. As a result of several weeks of calculated torture, Brin was stripped of all her ability to call on the loa and all her druidic powers. Instead, she was given control over shadows, like many twisted priests, with a belief in something that can be equated to 'Mother Darkness'.

This next bit is about her interactions with her best friend and fiancé post-Stockholm torture. It's only a brief glimpse into the way she thought and acted, but it's the springboard to where she is now.

There was a comic to go with this but I haven't finished it. )
This is basically an excuse to flaunt my musical tastes, I admit it. And I know the cover art has too many fingers. I wasn't thinking when I drew it, but now I am too lazy to go back and fix it. HOWEVER the doodles on the track lists have the right amount of fingers for a troll, so I do know what I'm doing.

... Most of the time.

This soundtrack is composed of two discs, with twelve songs on each, all done with female vocals. Disc one is quieter and focuses on the girlier, more laid-back side of Brin, as well as falling in love. Disc two deals more with inward struggles, being accepted, fighting herself and her love, etc. It comes to a happy conclusion though.

I spent hours on the art, and 800x800 doesn't do it justice. Regardless - enjoy.
LOVER/LEAVER - a soundtrack )
wildgrowth: (so ; unloved for someone so fine)
( Apr. 5th, 2010 03:11 pm)
Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to me
One forgotten birthday I'm all but cooked
How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily
I'm 13 again am I 13 for good?

I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine
I can feel so boring for someone so interesting
So ignorant for someone of sound mind

Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me
One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated
Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me
Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated

When will you stop leaving baby?
When will I stop deserting baby?
When will I start staying with myself?

Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me
I jump my ship as I take it personally
Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly
The moment I decide not to abandon me


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