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[This is a much deeper voice than is normally heard on the Thereth Show. It seems everyone's favorite mama is now everyone's favorite daddy. She doesn't sound very upset about it, though.]

This has been a very interesting experience. Much better than when I was turned into a goblin for a short time. But I think that I prefer my natural form the most. [Gotta love dem boobs.]

How is everyone else doing? I hope you aren't having trouble.
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[It's very late at night - you may have gone to sleep already. If not, or if you're a light sleeper, there's a Thereth on the network to talk to. She sounds somewhat....different than usual. A little more...whimsical.]

Did you know.

[As though this is an amazing discovery: ]

That murlocs are fish people.
unholy_rebirth: (nyoro~n)
[This is the sound of a communicator falling into the mud sideways, the onomatopoeia of which has been deleted from this post as it looks dumb when you write it out. It will now give you a conveniently placed if rather crooked view of Thereth plodding onwards through the storm, following what appears to be a very small grey blob. If you've talked with her at the town hall, you might know this small grey blob as Willy. Anyway, we are chasing Willy as he appears frightened and confused by the storm. The tauren has followed him after he darted outside, trying to scoop him back into her arms like the mama she is. She is not having much luck.]

Willy...

[The sucking mud that the roads have become aren't helping things either. Heavy hooves are getting stuck, and she finally topples over ungracefully, now on her hands and knees. She will now try a more serious voice.]

Willy!

[And again; this time the boom of thunder drowns out her voice. And then there's a significantly louder boom, and a blinding flash of light, as everyone's favorite DK has just been struck by lightning.

She lays there smoking in the mud for a few long moments. (Spoiler: she is not dead (again).)

Your move, party members!
]
unholy_rebirth: (i have opponents)
[Shuffle. Shuffle. Clank. The communicator has turned on in Thereth's pack. The faint sound of lapping water can be heard over the shifting of her armor.]

Little one?

[There's more shuffling, as though perhaps a handsome man has awoken and is getting up. Unaware of the danger, Thereth is approaching him.]

Have you just arrived? You are safe here...

[More shuffling. Footsteps. (And hoofsteps.) They're meeting each other halfway.

And then there's a horrible sound from the moocow's throat. It's a scream, but more in the way that a hairy-chested, horned Viking chieftan would scream while painted with the blood of his enemies, and less in the way that Duib a girlish waif would scream. It's still pretty damn bloodcurdling, though. HOPE YOU WEREN'T ASLEEP DEMELEIER

And the sound of the Each Uisge attacking and Thereth's axe coming up to parry, and the feed cuts out.
]

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