Ari is generally seen with a neutral expression, depending on the situation.
Ari was born to Sintheril and Nelena Dawnseeker. She was the youngest of four siblings. Her three older brothers far outstripped her in age. Ari's formative years were a mixture of moments of kindness spent with her mother as she taught her of her proud history of rangers and Farstriders and longer moments of extreme cruelty. Sintheril was a cruel man and a harsh taskmaster. He rarely showed any inkling of affection to his daughter, whom he viewed as a stain on his name. He was a man of short temper and no tolerance of any kind for women in general. It came to a head when Ari was entering her teens. Sintheril had long ago banned the mention of his wife's side of the family. Ari had pressed her mother for information on her grandmother and in a dinner conversation, she butted heads with her father and blurted out her knowledge of Caellia, her grandmother. The punishment for this situation resulted in Ari being beaten and abused by her brothers and her mother's descent into madness (Ari does not fully know what drove her mother into insanity). After this, Ari was sent away to a boarding school for miscreants and the refuse of society.
Turn the clock to her adult years, Ari has worked her way up in ranks with the Farstriders, seeking to redeem her family's name. With her father and brother's mysterious deaths, she now has a chance to make right what her father had done so many years ago.
(There is so much more to the story. If you want to find out, seek me out on Wyrmrest :P)
I feel like I'm taking a leap into the unknown depths of the stratosphere. I've given Kor leave to court me. Actually, we've already shared a bed. I want to say that the words I've spoken are true. That I'm tired of waiting, that I need to take what I want and all of that hopeful rubbish. The truth is...I don't know what I want anyone. With Kor, I can be openly affectionate. I can blush. I can giggle. He makes me feel wanted.
So I think I've mentioned Kor before in a previous entry. I know I did. Well, he is a new friend of mine and something of a moodkiller between Ri and I. I still laugh at that. Anyways, I'll introduce him to you, Journal. I met Kor'ethar one evening a few weeks ago as I was taking Anduith out for a much-needed run. The fox led me close to the Retreat and a small waterfall. It was idyllic up until the point he started splashing in the water and mud. Kor was sitting and apparently watching the whole time.
Ari sighed softly as she lugged herself into Bloodsinger Manor for the last time as a resident. She had been ganged up on by her menagerie of animals (thankfully the ones who could legally be kept in a house). Ri had only watched with tired amusement as she was railroaded to her room. They could sense something was different, change was coming.
Why the fuck did I invite Ri to live with me? Do I like torturing myself? I mean…he pisses me the fuck off. I don’t like Kor as a potential..lover..though if my heart continues to be tortured, I may give him half a chance but I …I… I love that Light-damned rogue and he doesn’t see it and I can’t tell him. I can’t tell him I quit the Farstriders either. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. Playing house with him? Enduring all the whores he has over..plus his ex? The fuck…*The rest of the paper is torn to bits*
It’s been far too long since I’ve written in here, written home. I don’t even know if there is a home to go to anymore. I haven’t moved out of the Manor. I’ve not even been in the City long enough to find a new place to live. I guess I’ve made enough of a fool of myself out here on the Front to want to go back. I’ve put in for some time off. Maybe I will be able to make a decision once I’ve relaxed and returned to a normal civilian life.
My superiors have told me that my time in Northrend will draw to a close soon. I will be stationed in Hyjal in the oncoming months to deal with the remnants of the Fire Lord’s minions and to help with the regrowth and protection of Nordrassil.
Just when I thought I couldn’t make things any worse than they already are, I fucked up big time with Pamina. Instead of being happy for seeing her again, instead of making her feel more at home in her own home, I went and compared her sacrifices to my deal with Arinil. Fucking…guh! She didn’t hit me, which I know now I deserved. I tried to follow and apologize but she lost me.
I went to Thunderbluff to try and clear my head about my current situation and who happens to show up? He has a disturbing way of tracking me down. Anyways, Arinil found me in my second favorite spot. He plied me with the usual questions of how I”d been. He jumped right to the gun though and asked me what my decision would be. I felt put on the spot and sputtered, trying to think of an answer to stall him for a bit longer. He ah…took matters into his own hands to try and convince me. I am not used to this man being forward and yet he backed me against the wall and planted a kiss on me.
ust when I am secure about my feelings for Riaevis, I happen to run into Arinil. At first, he acted like his old self, assuming things about me and speaking as if we had never broken up. He says he misses me and claims to have changed. I have not gotten to know the new ‘Arinil’ yet, so I can’t know for sure if he speaks truth.
Ari laid on her back on a rug in the middle of Pamina’s living room. She giggled at a small cub that lay on her stomach, batting at her fingers. “Oh, Tresse, you can’t catch my fingers, oh no you can’t..” The cub yowled loudly and clamped down on her hand playfully. The ranger smiled and tugged her hand out of the cub’s mouth. “Watch it there, little guy..” The cub yawned and tumbled off of his new elf and purring, toddled over to a collection of pillows to take a nap. Ari rolled onto her stomach and watched Tresse fall asleep amidst the pillows.
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