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[fridgetothefire]

[When the view clicks on, Anya is obviously changed. She has the glowing blue eyes, and her skin looks almost grey. She isn't quite light-skinned enough for classic pallor, but the color is leached from her face. She sits still and straight, with a degree of composure that is, in fact, precisely normal for her. She missed breakfast today, and now it's quite clear why.]

I've allowed Arthas to make me into a zombie for a few days. It is entirely temporary, and I am in control of myself and my faculties. There is no need for anyone to be alarmed.

Comments

[fridgetothefire]

Are you a death knight, or something else?

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas narrows his eyes, just for a second. Clever question.]

I was the first Death Knight.

[fridgetothefire]

Ever?

[She's a clever person. But now, with him, it's a matter of thoughtful interest, rather than anything surreptitious.]

And the guy - your horseman. Did he become War because it suited him somehow? Or did you make him that specially? Are horsemen a subtype?

[darknessb4me]

Yes.

[The Horde's Death Knights are so different that they don't even count, in his opinion. Different thing, same name. Unrelated.]

I was just being dramatic with the horsemen. They were Death Knights. I gave him the title because I'd already had a Pestilence and a Famine.

[fridgetothefire]

I probably shouldn't like that as much as I do.

[Because - okay, the poor guy. But she likes dramatic. Dramatic and resonant even moreso.]

[darknessb4me]

I like it.

I won't do it again, of course, but I remember it being very entertaining.

[fridgetothefire]

No comment.

[It looked kind of entertining. Horrifyingly. Horrortaining.]