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Shivala's feet ached, her tongue desperately searched for water amongst her lips. A leaf floated past her on it's decent to the ground, and she looked up, expecting to see more leaves, but instead, she saw her brother on a nightsaber.
He eyed her, Surprises happen all the time, it seems.
A small frown set into place on her face as she rolled her back, waving at him, "Hello, brother.
We do seem to bump into each other a lot, don't we?
Where's your idiotic mask? And yes, part of being brother and sister. She sighed, Our lives are entwined together, sadly. She let a smirk take the place of her frown.
He hopped off the nightsaber, petting the beast absentmindedly, It's at the cleaners, naturally.
She nodded slightly, letting out a sigh. He goes to the cleaners now? A silence had begun, so she broke it, Well, shall we go to the tavern?
Alright.
So, brother, how is your organization of felsuckers working out?
Well enough, your own?
I'm no longer with them, so I wouldn't know.
Fair enough. He let a small silence, before continuing, How have you been holding up?
Well enough.
Good. He let another, longer silence set in, I'd hate to see you go insane, or something like that.
She let out a drawn out sigh, Would I be considered insane? She looked up sheepishly, to see him staring at her. She let a small smirk fall on her face, hoping he would take it as a joke, You do not know how close I got to that.
He didn't, his voice and face remaining completely bland of emotion, No doubt. I hope it has passed, sincerely.
Right. Brother, I can see through your lies. The smirk left her face, So, brother, how's your pathetic leader working out? Is she alive again?
His voice had begun to get a tint of anger, which gave her back her smirk Pathetic? You didn't think her so pathetic when she healed your human, did you?
My human has her own problems. My only wish is to end her suffering.
Oh? And how will you go about doing that, I wonder?
Kill her, of course.
Finally, he frowned, That's much too dark for you. You were never a bad person.
She smirked at his frown, Brother, you have no clue what I was doing in Ratchet.Can I trust him? Of course I can, he's my brother.
His frown grew, I don't know what you were doing, but I'm sure I would not approve.
Brother, the only thing you ever approved of me doing is sitting with you and getting mauled. She motioned at her shoulder.
Even so, what were you doing?
Killing weaklings, of course.
Ah, I thought so. You've gone off the deep end, then.
The deep end? Her smirk widened, If you call it that.
He sighed, rubbing at his temple, I don't want to speak with you if you're like that. Especially if you're planning to consort with the Circus again.
Her smirk lessened, just a shadow of it's former self, Been there, done that. They said no.
So now you'll just randomly kill? Still not helping your cause.
Have you forgotten what my cause is? I think randomly killing weaklings is the best thing I can do right now.
Bah, you're always sneering at other races. It was not, however, killing them for no reason whatsoever.
So my plans have gone into action. She shrugged, Better then using those machines to make up for weakness.
A hint of anger rose in his voice, So now you insult me, as well? Very well. She went to talk, but he cut her off, Kill your orcs, gnomes, undead, whatever. I want no part in it. He stood, quickly walking out of the inn.
She sat in silence, glaring at him as he left, with one thought racing through her mind, If I can't trust my brother, who can I trust?
Shivala strode into the Earthshaker tavern, glancing at the patrons. Her eyes fell on the empty back table, and she began to move to it.
A shirtless Night Elf, with just a kilt and shoulderpads on, at the counter, cut her off, smiling at Shivala, Good evening, sister.
She sighed heavily, hoping for peace and quiet, How has your day been?
The stranger turned his face away, drinking from a cup in front of him, Peaceful, and yours?
A second sigh escaped from her lips, Stressful. She shivered violently, How's peace been?
Peace is nice, quiet, but nice. What troubles you so, sister?
I think my brother's on his menstrual period. She sighed again, her eyes still glued to the other Elf.
He seemed silent for a second, before a word left his lips, Odd.
Yes, he's too... good for my likes. Thinks other races need to be taught.
A third Kaldorei joined them, Ishnu'alah.
Shivala twisted around in her seat, nodding at her and vaguely remembering the face. She turned back to Taelos, awaiting his answer. He just brushed her off, Welcome, sister. Come take a seat.
The newcomer slid into the stool next to her, and the male turned to her, As for your troubled brother, he sounds like too much of our kin. Merely scared of the other races, that is all.
Not how I would word it, but it makes sense.
A smirk appeared on her face rapidly, a nod following, Finally someone agrees. He's scared of -everything-. I think he nearly fainted once, when he saw a spider in our youth.
Sorry, but that is weak.
Yes, it is.
A voice called over her shoulder, and she glanced at it. The new female was speaking, Sorry for interrupting but you are Shivala, are you not? I believe I remember meeting you in Felwood.
Ahha, that's where I know her from.
A fourth Elf passed the trio, sitting opposite the other male. Shivala's eyes followed him for a bit, before snapping back to Dakara. She nodded, With Aliana and Nardor... Nardor attacked me later, he supposedly was corrupted.
Dakara blinked, raising her eyebrow as she readies her drink, Wasn't Nardor the male? Her sentence ended slowly, as if questioning her questioning, The one who seemed... 'familiar' with Aliana?
Shivala glanced at the newcomer in time to see him finish his drink and order a new one. He pushed the glass back to the bartender. Shivala scowled in disgust, You're acting like a Dwarf.
The drinker, completely Kaldorei, looked at her and grumbled as the Orc slid his next drink to him, as Dakara continued talking, So, what plans might you have? Last I saw you, it was helping to try and look for something in Felwood... I still don't know what.
Shivala grumbled, Damn Dwarfs always trying to get me in bed. She looked at Dakara, blinking, I'm waiting for somebody.
Dakara continued blabbering, Hrm, what for? The drunkard cleared his throat loudly.
Elune, she is -annoying-! They both are!
Shivala glared at the farther Male through the one next to her, growling Just want to talk with him.
And then after? Sorry if I seem to ask too much. I have just not seen a familiar face in a while.... And my time in Elwynn did not help to improve my mood.
Talk, then go back to Ratchet. And it is no matter, Ratchet helped mine.
Dakara nodded slightly, Then, perhaps, if you don't mind, I'll join you there? I need to be able to clear my head.. I suppose being with a great amount of human commoners for the first time mixed me up.
Shivala smirked, leaning back and watching the drunkard as he imitated a waterfall with his ale, Sure, only if you enjoy killing people who follow you and try to kill you. She watched with disgust, Wow. That is fucking pathetic.
The silent male spoke, Sister, calm yourself.
It's true. Shivala crossed her arms as the drunkard scoffed, And what is that supposed to mean?
Don't act like a Dwarf. She waved her hand, standing up, Yes, yes, I get it. Calm myself. She sighed, Goodbye, brother, sister and drunkard.
He's a druid. It's obvious.
The ale-touched voice assaulted her ears, You know, that may offend a Dwarf.
I already have.
That doesn't make sense. Shivala quickened her steps, getting out of ear range before anyone could react to her grammatical failure.
Her feet carried her to the hot springs, her mind empty, the rest of her body tired. She collapsed onto the stone at the mouth of the cave, her mind quickly lost to her dreams.
Shivala's open wound stung, causing her hand to fly up to it and cover it protectively. Her feet tramped on the beaten Azshara road, and bugs flew around her.
I'm a deserter.
I left the war effort due to my own needs. I need to get back in and keep fighting until I am dead, or all of them are.
No. I'm not going back to them. They treat me and my emotions like a ragdoll.
Then where will I go? The Sisterhood will get me removed from the Crater.
Darnassus will not allow the likes of me, either. My only choice is killing myself, or living alone. Forever.
Then it is death...
I cannot live without people... Oddly enough, I need them, even if I want to kill them half the time.
But, I can't kill myself. I'm not done here.
But it seems my life is drawing to it's end, regardless.
Images ran through her head, each increasing her frown. Her limp body floating on the tide, her blood forming a small puddle in what seemed like Azshara. Her body, woundless, in a grave next to her parents.
But what would Safksha think?
He doesn't care any more. He said it himself, he wants no more part in my life.
The mouth of the entrance to Azshara Crater loomed before her, and she stopped in her tracks, turning the other way.
That's kodoshit. Of course he'll care, he's my brother.
Then I'll die with my parents. He'll find me and hopefully, he will care.
But if he does, who else will care?
Her voice split the noise, rising above the chirps, calls, anything, Sagi.
He never thought of me as a deserter... I'll have to visit him before I.. kill myself. She shuddered, quickening her pace to Darkshore.
The forest was silent, day animals going to sleep and the night animals waking up. Her crunching feet were one of the few noises, and her bowed head passed quickly from Ashenvale, to Darkshore, to Auberdine. She paid for a night, before walking up to the inn, watching and waiting for the boat to come. For her fate to come.
Shivala's eyes had long ago adjusted to the gloom of Duskwood, and the brightness of the torches in Darkshire originally came as a surprise to them. Even worse was the glare of light in the inn, but Shivala needed a table. She took a piece of paper, writing in long, elegant Darnassian;
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Dear brother,
Sorry, but I can't keep going on. I'm a deserter, and as father said, they deserve to die for being weak.
So, that's what I'm going to do. My life's been fun, but my use has ended.
Goodbye, brother. I love you.
Shivala
She shuddered, her body rocking from side to side as a breeze only she could feel drifted through the open windows. She pulled an envelope to her, stuffing the letter and a lock of her hair into the envelope. She flipped it over, writing To Safksha Shadowedge of Azshara Crater. Not for the eyes of any others.
She snatched up a second piece of paper, writing quicker and sloppier as what little light there was began to hide behind the mountains.
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Dear Sylvandre,
Dear Elune I hope this gets to you. If you're reading this, this means that I'm most likely dead. Someone at the Surry Bowl revealed to me that I am a deserter, and I am not living with the shame of such an act. I am sorry for doing such in the first place. I let my emotions run where they shouldn't have, and they guided my arrow incorrectly. 'twas an honor to serve with you.
Shivala.
Another shudder ran through her body, and she stood up, stuffing the second letter and addressing it to Azshara Crater.
To Sagi.
She picked up a small sack containing a few days of food, hoping the water nearby her destination would be healthy enough for her to drink. She thought about it again, buying a few days worth of water. She pulled up the leather cowl that had served her mother so well, pulling the torso closer. She nodded at the innkeeper, paying him a gold for the supplies and walking out, stuffing the letters in the mailbox as she left.
The supplies felt heavy in her hand and she sighed, nodding at whoever she would pass as she left Darkshire to the west.
Shivala rubbed her temple, her upper lip tucked in and her teeth searching the skin for any outcroppings. She found one, tugging on it. It fell loose, and she grimaced as the pain hit.
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Her, 5 in human years, holding her first bow and her father fervently trying to teach her how to notch it. Her brother standing off in the corner, his arms cross and watching on, hate easy to see in his eyes.
But he's fine about that now... Or is he not?
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Later, her tripping into the water. Her brother taking more then a second to dive after her and pull her out.
Shivala frowned, her body letting out a loose shuddering.
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Her, 13 in human years, sitting next to her brother, both talking feverishly. A bear coming and mauling her shoulder, but her brother catching it's attention before she was killed. Her never truly thanking him.
Shivala clutched her shoulder, which had added a blade wound and an arrow wound in the past weeks.
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Her, 17, leaning across someone's lap. His hands lightly stroked her face, and she smiled up at him, the small fire outlining his figure sharply. A Druid coming, barking at her to leave and yelling at him not to get caught up in such petty adventures of his youth.
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Him having to go into the barrows dens to complete his training, leaving her alone, forgotten.
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Him coming out, one Elf year later, but he wasn't the same. He tried to attack his teacher, and was killed, despite her pleas. In front of her. Her running, wiping at her eyes, her hate boiling inside her, and enrolling in the Sentinels but a month later.
She sighed, stopping the slide show of her life. Sagi, hurry the fel up.
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Shivala wore a weak smile, his hands gently gliding over the curve of her face as he stared down at her.
So, Va, how's been training?
Shivala smiled wider at his nickname for her, answering with a sigh. Horrible, as always. Dad's been pushing me to join the Sentinels the day I get old enough. And how's your Shan'do treating you? Her smile disappeared at the end of the sentence, reaching over with one of her hands and tracing a small figure in the sand.
As her hand gently pulled away, returning to resting on her abdomen, he sighed, continuing to trace the face on his thigh, Same as always. Rigorous. He had to go away for something, so I'm free for the day. A wide smirk appeared at the end of his sentence, which brought a giggle from Shivala.
She hoisted herself up, her hands lightly reaching up and wrapping themselves around his neck as his rested in her lap. She leaned back, easily fitting into him as her hands dropped onto his, So, what are we doing today, then?
He shrugged, his hands rising and squeezing around her midsection in something that slightly resembled a hug.
I was able to hope that you would continue your training on your own, honored student. Both of their eyes widened, and he hastened to stand up as she hid in his shadow, her jaw clenched.
He turned around, facing his Shan'do, Yes, I apologize, honored tea--
And for what? The elder easily pushed him away, eying Shivala upon and down, Ahha, one of the Shadowedges. Malathor, you could do better, even if now is not the time for such... pleasantries.
She grit her teeth as the Elder motioned for Malathor to follow him. The younger quickly kissed Shivala's cheek, causing her to blush and reach up to it as he hurried off.
Shivala stood at the gaping hole into the barrow dens, feeling limp in Malathor's grasp. Don't worry, Va. I'll be back soon.
What's to say that you won't come back? Ever? Her eyes focused on one of the many roots snaking around the entrance of the den, her arms crossed around her chest, and her generally leaning into the bigger male.
I am, Shivala. I'll be back, and it will all be for the better. He kissed the top of her head, turning around and disappearing into the shadow of the barrow dens.
Shivala sighed, nodding at the two guards of the barrow den. She'd been visiting regularly, as he'd forgotten to tell her when he'd be out, so she sat, contempt to sit her days here, waiting for him. A shadow emerged from the shadows, and she focused in on it, a gleeful grin appearing as her face as the features of Malathor became noticeable.
Mala! She quickly stood up, running and wrapping her arms around his neck. He promptly pushed her away, growling. She frowned, going a ways away and watching carefully as the Shan'do started yelling, the only word she heard being "nightmare", the two guards coming forward. Malathor yelled back, the two guards running forward and killing him, Shivala screaming out, No!
Her legs subconsciously stood up, and she turned, sprinting away, hoping to wake up.
She tripped over a vine, tumbling to the ground, but not caring to stand up, she began pounding the ground with her fists, Damned Druids!
Her lips were dry as she stumbled out of the church, to the entrance of Karazhan. Her self cut hair swayed ignorantly in the slight breeze and she occasionally rubbed at the multiple wounds her hair cut had caused.
Don't go in. Just look around, hope for some water.
The houses were empty, long deserted. Alone, much like herself.
Oh, yes Shivala, I won't leave you.
Fucking bullshit.
The ground gave way, her body falling forward and slamming her jaw against the stone.
Fel Damnit! Can I not do anything right?!
She stood up, rubbing her jaw and gaping into the chasm.
All his fault. His fault I'm here, waiting for someone who won't even give a fucking damn.
She began blinking rapidly as the pain came from her jaw, barely withholding the tears as pain over loaded her senses. She stumbled into the gaping mouth, rubbing her jaw and nearly tripping over a few of the rocks.
He should rot with Kil'jaedan.
She spit, crying out in pain as more agony came from her jaw. She grimaced, squeezing her eyes shut until the peeled open, revealing a deep cave. More importantly, there was water.
Thank Elune. Now my miserable existence will continue. Hurrah.
She tripped over a rock, plunging forward and tripping to the edge of the surface. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she held herself above the water, staring at her own bent reflection. She shook her head, bending it down and slurping up the clear fluid.
She drew her body up, looking at her dirty face, I will fucking kill him! I was fine before he came, fucking bastard. I'm sure that if not that, then his own fucking arrogance will kill him. One of her hands rose, tracing over her own face as she took a long blink, sighing and nearly falling asleep.
Shivala reached over to her shoulder, pulling off the leather and rubbing the ripped muscles tenderly, I fail at everything. Nearly lose my arm to a fucking beast.
She flinched at her own touch, sighing as she yanked the leather back into place. The stone gave her skin a cold embrace as she leaned back, staring at the stone ceiling.
Odd, the only man I can remotely trust has a mate... I'll have to talk to Therai about it, if I ever can.
Shivala stared at the water, her mind empty, her body aching and her stomach desperate for some food.
Who is there?
Sagi! Okay, stay cool. She still blinked, regardless, Sagi, where the fel have you been?
Dead. She heard his heavy footsteps come closer, nodding slightly.
That makes sense.Shoulda stayed there. I'll be joining you soon enough, anyways. She gave a half hearted shrug.
What are you talking about? It took him a few seconds to give the high pitched voice to signify a question, And why are you in here, anyways?
I've been waiting for you. And anyways, to be blunt, I'm killing myself.
He sighed, walking forward and slowly taking a seat, Why were you waiting for me?
He must of lost some brain when he died.To tell you, of course. I mailed my brother and Sylvandre, and I only figured you should know, as well.
He waited a second, then let out another sigh, Shivala, you can't kill yourself.
She slowly turned to face him, sighing through her nose and frowning, as well as staring at his left eye before merely shrugging.
You know that I won't allow you too, right? And I'm very serious about that.
She returned her stare to the water, Sagi, you're weak. If I were to try, I could easily overpower you. Anyways, I'm not so sure Therai would enjoy you dieing again.
Not saying that I'm stopping you with physical or even mental will... I'm telling you that I will not allow you to kill yourself?
Then how will you stop me? She immediately echoed the words out loud.
I don't know yet, but I won't be letting you die. That's for certain.
Another sigh left her nose, Sagi, you don't even know why I'm killing myself. Her hand flew to her bad shoulder, struggling with the shoulder and finally pulling the leather off and letting it rest on her elbow, Sagi, I'm weak. And, it turns out I'm a deserter as well. She sighed, One is enough, but I can't live with both.
Well you just said you're strong enough to take me down so that doesn't make you weak. I think you can therefore live with a deserter.
I'm still stronger then someone who recently had their soul forced into their body.
Shivala. The only way you are weak is if you give in to death. By sitting here and moping and waiting for your life to end, yes you are weak. By overcoming it, you will be strong.
Overcoming it will mean that I should be dead, and that I'm just squandering the resources of those who can do something for the world. Her stomach rumbled loudly.
Someone like me, maybe? Or am I too better off dead?
She just shrugged.
Shivala... is there any way that I can help you..? Stop you from making this decision?
She just shook her hands, I don't want to leave you to that fate, but if you have made up your mind, I can't stop you.
Finally. One of her hands reached over, patting his shoulder, Just tell Therai she's lucky. She slowly stood up, weakly smiling at him as she turned around and began to walk away.
Wait.
A frown immediately became plastered on her face as she turned to face him, Yes?
Can't we at least chat for a bit? If you're going to go off and die afterwards.
Holy fel. He's getting desperate.What's there to chat about? She realized her shoulder was still naked, and quickly grappled onto the leather, returning it to it's spot.
I don't really know... But come on. I got my hat back. He shrugged, smiling slightly, Perhaps I can tell you that story...?
I'd rather not listen to your heroic tale about single handedly breaking out of a heavily guarded prison. She shook her hand, turning back around as her stomach rumbled.
Fine, fine. I'll think of something else. But don't leave... At least give me a few more minutes eh?
Elune damnit. Just let me go! She sighed, turning around and walking back to his side, just to sit, Fine, I'm listening. Abuse whatever story telling skills you have.
Cheer up. This may be the last stor-. He paused, Hrm. Maybe I can see why you're not excited.
She nodded slightly, staring at the water again, Just finish it. And hurry up, as well.
He was silent for a second, before speaking Why is Therai lucky?
Well, you're the only man that treats me with respect. Even my brother doesn't care any more. Fel knows why I sent him a letter, he'd be better off just forgetting.
You've not found your life mate yet, have you?
Shivala felt her cheeks get red, Nope. All the men I've remotely given a damn about have died or just left.
He sighed, Are you really going to kill yourself over a boy?
No, I'm going to kill myself over being a pathetic deserter.
Then... what happens to the man fated to be your life mate?
He'll die eventually. Anyways, I'm pretty sure he already has.
What if I were your life mate?
Holy fel, he's getting desperate.Then Therai would kill, and then either kill you or enslave you.
And... The demon hunter?
He's off killing demons. Why would he matter?
You've mentioned him a lot before. Did you think her was the one?
I did, for a bit. Now, I just want him dead, though.
Why?
Because, he's a pig. Plays with hearts then dumps them in the dirt like old dolls.
Is that really what happened? A demon hunter played with your heart then dumped you.
He never dumped me. He just left me.
He chuckled lightly, remaining silent.
So, is that all?
You got left by a Demon Hunter. Feel proud that one of those raging monsters even found interest in you. That must mean you're doing something right.
He's not a fucking beast.Who said he ever showed interest? It was just me stalking him.
So then, he just led you on the entire time? Or was it obvious he didn't like you?
She shrugged her shoulders lightly, I've never been good with emotions.
Apparently. Really, I wish you'd stay alive just so I can hear more about you trying to deal with relationships.
Her hand flew from the ground, smacking the back of his head, Sagi, there's a reason I never talk to anyone about them. They just show that I'm weak and easily dragged on. My emotions are what's got me here, anyways.
Well, I'd say you found the root of your problems, wouldn't you? Like I said earlier, you're killing yourself over boys.
I'm killing myself over being weak. I'd be fine with just the boys, but they don't change the fact that I'm still a deserter, or nearly died because a bear got the better of me.
You're weak because you give into your emotions, and you give into your emotions for boys. He gave a small silence, Get the connection? You're a love-sick Kaldorei.
A guttural growl left her mouth, Your point? Doesn't change that I'm killing myself after I'm done talking to you.
I just find it funny. Maybe you are weak. Killing yourself over boys and romance issues. That doesn't sound like a Kaldorei at all... And I'm a shadow priest of all things.
Then maybe I shouldn't be a Kaldorei. Too bad I can't do anything about it.
Shivala, we all have our problems. But, if you want.. I can't fix your deserter tendencies... But...
He paused, and she rose her eyebrow, Well, it wouldn't be hard to... get rid of emotions. Since you find them a weakness.
They are.
I don't entirely think so... I mean, look at Therai. As terrifying as people find her she's got quite a bit of emotion. But if you want, I'll make sure your emotions are gone.
Sagi, without emotions, I'm not me, and I'm as good as dead. I don't want to be like your mate, and I don't want to be a shell.
Sorry... Maybe just the part of you that gives into boys?
Sagi, I know you're lieing. If you're really that desperate to keep me alive, just knock me out with your shadow doohickies and chain me behind your desk.
Shivala. I care about you. Is that so wrong?
Yes, because then you're just as weak as me.
Well guess what? I'm then weak and a deserter. I'm not killing myself. And you haven't said that I needed to kill myself. So why are you going to?
Because, that's the only way you're weak.
How else are you weak? Besides emotionally?
My shoulder.
My chest is so weakened from all the arrows and the swords I took when dying... That if you punched me right now it might just knock me out. You've not convinced me.
You have an excuse, I do not.
What excuse? I was killed. Is death now an excuse for weakness?
Having your soul forced back into your body is.
Even when my weakness of just returning to life fades... the weakness of my chest will pursue because of the wounds I gained. It's the same way as your shoulder... So we both have emotional weakness and a wound. Anything else?
That I think you're desperate for me to stay.
He sighed, I am desperate for you to stay...
One of her hands folded into the other, her head leaning against the hands, D'aw.
And you think it's funny... If it would convince you, I have one selfish good reason for you to stick around.
She just raised her eyebrow, Oh, f**k. Therai's going to have my hide.
Stay alive... for me. Because I'm pretty sure I would give in to weakness if I knew I couldn't stop you from dieing.
She frowned, Sagi...I hope he knows this is what will kill me.
I'm quite serious. If you won't do it for yourself, do it for me. So long as I know you're still alive, I can at least have the will to still fight.
Fight with demons.
Death changed that... I don't plan to deal with demons and fel anymore.
Really? Then the Autumns just let you stride away?
No. But those who saved me... weren't the warlocks. Obviously they don't have any great amount of loyalty anyways.... So I'm done with them.
Then why are you here?
Looking for a new base to stay at... And now desperately trying to ensure myself that you're not going to die.
She sighed, Fine, but if I see you with them, I will kill myself in front of you. Her eyes flickered from the water, staring at him.
He smirked, That won't be a problem.
A smile broke out on her face, and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and hugging him tightly, Good, then.
He took a moment to return the embrace, Get something to eat. Your stomach has been growling the entire time.
Where, may I ask?
Not here... Think you can get yourself to Darkshire?
I haven't eaten for... six days. Possibly.
You have the money for food...? If you need, I can get you there.
Shivala pulled away, her hands patting her belt. One of them landed on a bag, and she pulled it off, holding it up, I'm surprised I still have this. And you can accompany me, if you want.
I can get you close to Darkshire... But after that I better not. Last I checked, Autumn had my face on a poster and I'm not sure if it's still like that.
She shrugged, standing up and offering a hand to help him up, Fair enough.
He slowly got up, brushing himself off, You wouldn't have a mount around here, would you..? I'm still a bit too weak to summon mine.
I've never had a mount.
Well then, let's see... Maybe I've got enough reserved.
She completely ignored him, Anyways, walking is good. I'm sure I can survive another night without food.
Let's head out, then?
She nodded, weakly walking off as she called over her shoulder, So, how's Therai working with the weakness?
What weakness?
Well, you being so weak from having your body suck in your soul.
I've... actually not seen Therai yet.
The horror.
I have to face her... So I know.
Hah, I have to watch that.
I think...not.
Shivala glanced over her shoulder, but he just kept talking, She will probably rage first... Best I stand alone in harms way because she'll be looking for something to rage at.
Why will she rage?
That I went off and got myself killed, I figured... Izzy wasn't entirely happy to see me alive either and I'm just guessing. He rubbed his chin.
She snickered, Ah, well, at least I'm fine with you still being alive.
Yeah.. That makes one. I'm overjoyed. She clapped sarcastically, her mind blanking out from nearly everything as her feet trudged on. Sagi must of got a clue, as the talking ended.
Shivala felt her stomach rumble happily, glad it was finally full.
I can't go back to the crater. Everyone will just think of me as an attention hungry whore.
But is it so wrong to want respect? Is it wrong to feel like I need respect? Is it wrong to feel weak because you are? I mean, sure, I could've gone without sending them the letters, blamed the death on some ogres or something.
Nothing is wrong with it, just how people see it. But if I can't go to the crater, where can I go?
I don't know. But they'll kill me in rage if they ever see me again.
I have to stay with those who are fine with me. I have to stay with Sagi. It's the only way I'll get respect, the only way I'll stay alive.
But what if they find me with him? They'll think I'm even worse.
Well, when I'm with him, it won't matter. They'll try to kill us regardless.
But they've let him go. They won't care about him, but he'll try to protect me. By staying with him, I'm killing him. I'm signing his death letter.
Then I have to go. I have to leave him, and keep him alive.
But then who will give me respect? Who will actually care about me?
Respect for respect. You will get respect from those who you respect, and those who respect you will learn to care for you.
But where will I go? Booty Bay?
No, they'll find me there. It's too popular.
Where would Sagi go, then? Where would he want me to go, if to not be with him.
Un'goro.
She grumbled, rolling over to her side. Her hand slammed onto the table, grabbing a piece of paper. She moved it to the wood, scrawling quickly-
"Sagi, I'm going to Un'goro".
She groaned, sitting up and slowly exiting the room. The gravel crunched outside, and she crept along the town, to Sagi's little camp. She dropped the note on his sleeping body, leaving it on his chest, before leaning down, kissing his forehead and speaking.
[[Warning, more vulgar language than usual used. Blatantly sexual references also included.]]
The horses hooves trampled on the beaten road going straight through the middle of Stranglethorn Vale.
Do they allow horses on boats?
I hope so, otherwise I'll have to run to Un'goro.
A bush rustled, and Shivala pulled on the reins, staring at the bush. Her eyes widened, spurring the horse, but it was too late as a dart flew out, embedding itself in her arm. Her eyes flittered shut, and as the horse rocketed forward, her body rocked back, landing on the ground with a thud.
The first thing Shivala noticed was that she was naked. Her arms strained, trying to pull them forward forward to cover herself, but that only increased the bonds tightness and managed to yank her feet up. A low sound came from her mouth, nearly unhearable due to the gag.
Ju up nah, eh?
A troll in nothing but a loincloth sneered at her, standing back and looking at her, Ja, ju beh wort alot, girleh. Another blocked growl forced its way past the gag, and he laughed, Ju tink ju can faht meh? Girleh, if ja can't seh, ja beh defenseless. If ah wanned ta, ah coul' rahp ja senseless, girleh. He smirked, his eyes scanning her body again, Ah migh' just have ta, if yeh kehp fightin'.
He crouched down, taking his face in her hands, Ju woul'n't lahk dat, would ja? Nahda would ah, but if ja kehp bein' lahk dis, ah migh' jus' 'ave ta. He smirked, turning away and walking back to the fire. He eyed the brander sitting in the fire, a wide sneer taking over many of his features, So, 'ow bout ah mess up ja odda shoulda. He pointed at her scars, and her eyes widened, Da's what ah dought.
He picked up the brander, thrusting it to her and forcing it against her shoulder. The pain blacked out her senses as he pulled the brand away, skin blistering and burning in its wake.
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There was a simple field, grass swaying gently in the breeze. In only one place was the endless grass interrupted, and she lay in that spot, the Troll circling around her.
Ju beh weak.
Ju beh padedic.
Ju beh ugleh.
Ju beh wortless.
Ju beh nuttin' bedda den ah bug.
Ju shoul' wanna keel jaself.
Each word caused her to curl a bit more inward, to cause a bit more tears to fall from her eyes. Her voice, although not sounding like her, left her body, I already want to.
His voice kept tantalizing her, But ju not gonna beh able ta. Ja gonna be sold, den ja gonna beh raped behyond memoyeh, or ja bodeh gonna git fucked up. Bu' ju gonna lahk it.
His gloating continued, until her body curled into itself, disappearing into a black hole, which sucked everything in with her.
Shivala's body lay broken on the bottom of Stranglethorn, a leather leash connecting her to a tree as the Troll was away. Her face was tearstrained, her arms sprawled at irregular degrees.
He raped me. He took my virginity. She let out a wail, rolling over. I need to get out of here. I need to end my misery. She glanced around, Sorry, Sagi.
A knife fell into her sights, and she lunged for it. The leash snapped, and she struggled for air, leaning back. Her leg shot out, grappling at the handle. Her toes curled around the handle, slowly dragging it back to her. Her fingers curled around the leather, a single slash enough to cut the leash.
She stumbled to her feet, disbelieving her good luck. She picked up a leather shawl, draping it over herself and clutching the leather handle tightly.
I have to go. Leave. I won't let it play with my dead body. She nodded to herself, limping away. Her toes curled around the stray roots, her fingers tapping on the hilt.
The forest broke away, and a small trail went up a hill bordering the ocean. A small waterfall dropped from the top of the hill, slobbering on some rocks before descending into the ocean.
She rose her eyebrow, walking to a slippery rock. She stopped, holding the crude dagger above her heart.
Sorry, Sagi. I'm so sorry. I should have taken your offer when you gave it to me. She shook her head. She thrust the blade inward, the point digging itself in her chest, just above the heart as she tumbled below into the watery abyss, the shawl flying away.
Hills burnt long ago, yet refusing to regrow their once-vibrant flora, surrounding a small valley. Shivala's face jerked to the side, a voice calling out to her. She ignored the voice, instead having her fist fly out and connect with an animal, which backed away. The animal walked forward, holding it's head above her ear.
WAKE UP.
Her hand flew out again, but the animal jumped back too quick. She slowly got to her knees, the black hills changing away to the inside of a boat.
Damnit.Why didn't you let me stay dead?
Why were you dying to begin with?
Why do you care?
Why do you think?
You told me you didn't care in Azshara, brother. Don't say you didn't.
I told you I didn't want to be a part of your rage spiral. That doesn't mean I don't still care for you. Indeed, it probably means I do more.
Don't lie, brother. I'll be killing myself as soon as possible regardless.
Have I EVER lied to you? Tell me.
The accessable memories flashed by her eyes, and she grimaced as the result became "No.".
There's a first time for everything.
Bah, lying is useless. Now, how did you come to be wounded?
Failed suicide attempt, obviously.
One doesn't just simply decide to kill themselves. After that letter you sent me, my insides went cold. I was actually on my way to look for you. You have a impeccable way of being in the right place at the right time.
No, brother, I just did just decide to kill myself. I'm too weak to continue draining precious resources.
Weak? You? Please.
Her head raised from her fists, glaring at him as said fists clenched in anger, Brother, did you nearly lose your arm to a bear? Did you fall for someone you knew would never care?But he did care.
Actually, many bears have nearly taken limbs off me. Or have you forgotten? He waited a second, before adding in As for your other problems, emotions are not weak, they simply hurt.
A guttural growl left Shivala's throat as she stood up, finally noticing she was clothed in some leather straps. She walks up to him, jabbing his chest with a finger, Brother, emotions are weak! A sentinel without emotions is a perfect sentinel! One who falls for every Druid in training or Demon Hunter is -pathetic-!
Every druid or demon hunter? Hardly. Even so, one is -nothing- without emotions. They are our judgment, and our life.
Then maybe I'll take Sagi's offer next time I see him.
Sagi? As in leader-of-evil-guild Sagi?
Yes, Sagi-who-prevented-my-first-suicide Sagi.
I never thought I'd owe someone evil. I am at a disadvantage, being in such a debt.
He should of just fucking let me die. Another growl left her throat, f**k him. He should die for all I give a fel. She turned on her heels, sitting down and crossing her arms.
He sighed, placing a plate of food, which she refused to look at, at her feet, Eat something.
No.
You'll need it, with all that blood lost. Or is it now your intention to starve yourself to death. If I must I will feed you as one feeds a child, you know.
Whatever I have to do to die, I'll do it.
Whatever I have to do to keep you alive, I'll do it. So the stubbornness begins.
You're the one being stubborn, refusing to let me die.
Another sigh left his mouth, grabbing her and holding her as he sliced a potato, forcing it into her mouth. He smirked, saying Remember sister, I'm doing this because I love you.
She refused to swallow, her arms writhing. He grappled at the front of her neck, causing her to swallow as the food slid down her throat.
She yanked her arm forward, trying to cover her mouth from more food. He lifted an elbow, his arm snaked around her and halting her actions, Enough. You are my sister and you will. Not. Die!
Do you even know why I want to die? Brother, a Troll stole my virginity! I'm pathetic, I'm weak, I'm ugly and I'm useless! Just let me die! She stopped her struggling, bursting out into open tears and trying to hide herself in his chest.
She felt his arms wrap around her, knowing the feeding had stopped, You know, for what it's worth, you're very beautiful. Self ins--.
She interrupted him, screeching Let! Me! Die! She yanked her arms forward, trying to reach back and slam an elbow into his nose.
He fell back, wiping blood from his nose, No.
Why not?! What is possibly making you so selfish?!
Love. The universal source of selfishness.
Just let me die. Shivala's body collapsed forward, her body curling in on itself before it hit the ground. She broke out into tears, crying into her knees.
She felt his hand on his shoulder, Never. That only made her feel worse, a wail leaving her knees as she curled farther in on herself. A variance of shh's fell on her ears as he rubbed her shoulder, each rub sending an arrow of pain through her.
Her body shook, Brother, please. Just let me end my nightmare.
You never end the nightmares. You turn them into blissful dreams.
Then I refuse to wait for my nightmare to fade.
Well, be as impatient as you like. I won't let you hurt yourself.
Brother, please.
No, even if you hate me for it.
She wailed, which was quickly accompanied by a sigh at the end of it, from him. You seriously need food and water. Would it help if I begged?Never.
Before he could respond, she closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. The last sounds were the slide of a plate and the setting down of a mug.
Shivala repeated those four words in her mind, crying into her knees. She rose her head, letting out a wail at the near void-of-life boat. Some curses followed and she wailed again, wallowing in her misery. The sound of a bucket connecting against the wall at her back shook her, but she continued to cry, some more cursing following.
A large boom followed, and Shiv's eyes glanced quickly as the doors were kicked open.
It's Izzy.
Her eyes widened, her jaw falling.
Oh, fel.
One of Izshandriel's eyes twitched as she walked forward, Can't be.
Shivala finally managed to close her mouth, still looking wide-eyed, I-izzy.
The other Elf haughtily crossed her arms, The fel is wrong with you?
Shivala's face flew back to her knee, shaking itself quickly, N-nothing.
Thought this boat was haunted with a banshee. Suck it up.
Fucking ignorant little b***h. Shivala clenched her fists in anger, her voice slightly squeeking, Izshandriel, are you still a virgin?
It took Izshandriel a moment to answer, Why do you ask?
Yes or no.
She paused again, Yes.
Shivala frowned into her knees, And how would you like it if a Troll took that from you?
My virginity was never a concern... Is that what happened to you?
But what if you already wanted to kill yourself, and the beast just came and took it away? Would you want to kill yourself even more? And what if you weren't allowed to kill yourself? She took a second, then added And what if you swore never to kill yourself?
Have someone else do it... Simple.
But noone else will let you die! They're keeping you alive for their own means! What would you do then?! Shivala's voice squeeked painfully.
Explain your story to me, Shivala.
Answer the question!
If you want to die that badly, why don't you ask someone willing?
That would only get them hurt... That's the reason I won't kill myself in the first place.
I could do it.
Izzy, that would get you hurt. My brother wouldn't stop hunting you until you died. She shook her head, No.
Then let him come! I'm hunted by my own sister, and the rest of the Sentinels. Your brother is just another person to mark on my list for death. I've been waiting for someone to end this pointless life of mine. Take this as an act of mercy.
Izzy, no! Either you would get hurt, or he would. I'm not going to let it happen.
Just what exactly is going on here?! Life and Death shouldn't be forbidden from anybody if they will it!
Izzy, just go. I don't want to drag you into my black hole.
Hardly, you wailed like a ghost. Now you've half informed me. You talk, or I will kill you.
Then kill me. And please, take your time.
I want to know what's going on.
Shivala rose her head from her knees, her teeth bared. Kill me!
Speak up! I'm not killing you otherwise.
Shivala frowned, returning her head to her knees, Then leave.
Shivala felt Izshandriel's hands grip the back of her neck, but she stayed silent, her jaw set.
The grip tightened, and Shivala bared her teeth, Shivala... I'm... I'm trying to help you, damnit!
Then fucking kill me!
She tightened her grip, glaring at Shivala, So be it, then.
Have fun, then.
Izzy's hands closed in, attempting to suffocate Shivala as the panic welled within the second Elf, This type of killing I do not enjoy. Shivala began to furiously shake her hand, trying to get the panic out of her system and calm herself.
I want this! Just let her kill me! Black dots began to appear, and Shivala slowly slumped back, her consciousness leaving her. Shivala's body collapsed, limp, as Izshandriel dropped her, Idiot. With Izshandriel only crouching, and nobody else being able to see, it seemed nothing more other then Shivala having passed out.
The boat swayed under Shivala, and she groaned, clutching her stomach with one hand as the other feverishly wrote on a scrap of paper.
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Brother, I'm going to kill myself. And this time, you will not stop me.
She crumpled the piece of paper, tucking it slightly below him as the bell outside rang. She then thought about, unclipping a bag from his belt and striding outside. The captain nodded at her as she paid him, and as she stepped onto the narrow boarding plank connecting the boat to Booty Bay, she swayed. A hand shot out, pulling her back, and she looked back, nodding, again, at the Captain. He grinned, patting her on the back as she walked away.
She immediately sped to the flight master, ignoring all the looks she got. A slight clinking of bottles met her ears, but she ignored it.
Hey, hang on.. I won't bite ya'. Promiss.
Shivala glanced over her shoulder, Oh fel. She instinctively bared her teeth, What?
The other Elf shrugged, smiling at her, Jus' wonderin' if ya'd want a drink. You definitely look like you could use one... I've got some extras. She gestured to the myriad of bottles tied to her belt.
Great, another Dwarf Elf. She blinked, seeming a bit taken aback at the offer. She finally noticed all the Brewfest decorations, and mentally sighed, Okay, I guess.
Her smile grew wider, An I'm sorry for.. Sayin' that stuff back then. Won me the fight, still. Half o' fighting's makin' your opponent not wanna fight. Anyways, I've got this one..." She reached down to her belt, untieing a bottle of clear liquid, This should help. She stepped closer to Shivala, holding the drink out, Wanna sit somewhere 'n drink it?
Shivala shrugged, wincing at the movement. Sure, where?
She tilted her head to the side, The hay below the Gryphon Roost. Just a bit further ahead. Shivala merely nodded, striding over. Serenwylde sat down on her bum, Shivala on her knees, facing eachother., So, Brewfest is Dwarfish, correct?
Serenwylde peered at Shivala, Brewfest? Yeah. I'm not a part of it, tho'. She shrugged, I did kinda-sorta discover alcohol about eight thousan' years ago. She corked her flask, returning to the strap on her thigh, still holding the bottle out to Shivala.
Shivala took it, looking at the fluid scrutinizingly and nodding, So you're always running around with beer on your thighs.
The other Elf chuckled, Not beer. Booze. And it does stuff. Strongest Brewmasters can brew things that make ya' grow huge, or maybe shrink you, or make you insanely strong or such. She shrugged, But it's drinkin' that matters... well, fightin' too, when it comes to it.
Yes, I'll be sure to look for one of those next time I see one. Shivala set the drink down at her side.
Serenwylde grinned, You're lookin' at one... Still not really impossibly great, tho'. She shrugged, Anyways, take a drink of it. It'll help.
With?
She tilted her head to the side, Err... It'll make ya happen. She nodded, I made it originally for a friend. Ventus, a Draenei, if you've ever met 'em. He was sad, so I gave some to him, and it made him happy.
Ah. I'll hold onto it for later, then.
She shook her head, Nah. Take some now. I'll give ya' a refill if you somehow manage to drink it all.
She blinked, nodding. Precariously raised the bottle to her mouth, she swallowed some of the liquid before setting it down and coughing.
It's a bit strong. And a side effect kinda makes ya see yellow. She smiled, then chuckled, As you've prolly noticed.
She squinted, focusing in on Serenwylde's nose, which had turned yellow. She grinned, Great.
The other Elf nodded, exclaiming happily Yup! Now, the yellow fades in a little bit. But the happy remains... She shrugged, You know how sometimes we've got tough decisions to make? And we're sad? Well, now we can clear our heads 'n make those decisions while happy.
Shivala nodded, Yes yes. She took a moment of silence, before adding in So, who won the Tournament?
she tilted her head to the side, The dwarf, if ya can believe it...
'twas rigged.
She chuckled, How? The kilts?
The kilts had something to do with it, definitely. She nodded, taking another swig of her drink.
Serenwydle grinned, her fangs glinting savagely, 's a conspiracy meant f'us to wear kilts. I wouldn' wear a dress or a kilt 'less I was dead or somethin'...
Shivala nodded by, Mmph, sometimes I prefer to fight in dresses. Makes 'em think I can't fight. She took a second, before adding Then I kill them. She grinned.
Serenwylde chuckled, True 'nuff. But is pisses me off, I mean... I sometimes trip over the edge... 'n act all clumsy. I once fell down some stairs 'cuz of that... It wasn' fun. But then I got back up 'n took it off. She grinned.
Mm, you gotta hike them up when you're running. Or, if you cut upthe middle some, it usually makes it easier to run.
Serenwylde tilted her head again, I don' see the point of 'em, really... Anyways. She smiled, When life gets ya' down, remember one thin'... Life's like one o'those gnomish rollercoaster. It has ups 'n downs. But in the end, 's all a ride. She shrugged, grinning, So enjoy it.
Shivala nodded, wobbling to her feet and taking another swig, I'll be sure to remember that.
Srenwylde nodded up at her, You do that. 'N whenever you feel sad, just have a drink'o that. It'll make ya happy in a jiffy. The other Elf stood with Shivala.
Shivala walked around her, stumbling up to the flight master. She paid for a flight to Darkshire, the Dwarf looking her over and strapping her in. Then, the Gryphon took to the air, Shivala dropping the bottle somewhere over Stranglethorn.
Okay, so he's not at home. Shivala strode beside the road, ready to dart to the bushes should the need arise. A sound of a box made of metal assaulted her ears, and she froze, her fingers tensing.
Boo.
Ishnu.
Sael'ah. I'd say long time no see... But you know me.. The habit of running into people in all kinds of places in ever present.
I'm presuming this is Sylvandre.
I'm presuming this is Shivala. I'd like you to turn around, though. Speaking face to face with a person is better then from behind. I have no quarrels with either, however.
Shivala quickly nodded, turning around and tapping a finger against her bow. She took special care to keep her face and voice emotionless, Very well.
Sylvandre crossed her arms over her gut, staring Shivala dead in the eyes. A metallic ringing left her gauntlet from somewhere near the elbow, Choices, choices... The moment in which one gains power is a potentially devastating one. You're told what to do, but rarely why to do it. In this, I call myself fortunate. Tell me, Shivala, why do you do what you do?
An eyebrow rose on the younger, Do what? Another finger joined the rhythmic tapping on her bow.
Sylvandre exhaled rapidly, Everything... Where've you been?... I've elders speaking of desertion and redemption... Crazy things, really. I've not seen you nor your brother in ages. And to be honest with you, I'm standing on the edge between striking at you and offering a handshake.
I've been in Stranglethorn, for the most part. And, to be honest, I'd rather have the second, but it is your choice.
Sylvandre stared at Shivala for a moment, Handshake. She chuckled, offering her right hand, the other holding a knife, which she tapped against the gauntlet, creating the constant ting, Okay, why? Why the handshake and not the pummeling?... For that reason, why Stranglethorn? Doesn't sound like a place where one who is rather proud of their Kaldorei heritage would go.
Shivala merely shook her head, taking the hand, Well, you'd have to know the cause to know the reason. And the cause is one I'd rather not talk about. A snarl slipped through her defenses, and the top of her lip twitched subconsciously, two extra fingers added to the tapping.
A smile touched the other elf's features, I see. Poetic, is it not? A handshake on one arm, weapons in the other. I would like this to be the case, but... Circumstances force a course of action beyond my scope of will. Now, it is to my understanding that we are facts we are distant from are easy to speak of. For instance, I can speak easily of the War of the Ancients, whilst not having fought in it, without feeling grief or hurt.
Shivala merely nodded in response, biting her lower lip and staying silent.
Sylvandre glanced around, Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched? She blinked, looking back to Shivala, Never mind. Anyways, what've you been up to, then? She let go of Shivala's hand.
Shivala shifted her bow back to it's perch on her shoulder, I hate that feeling. And I've, actually, been looking for my brother.
Sylvandre nodded, slipping the knife somewhere into her glove, Mm... So, where's the armor? And the weapons? Going back to your roots?
Well, I figured comfort would be best. And anyways, my bow is more powerful then just a sword.
Sylvandre smiled, No. No weapon is powerful alone. Who wields it is what matters.
Then a bow is my weapon. Swords have always felt a bit odd in my hand.
Sylvandre frowned, looking at the sky, I'd been used to using a bow, but now, I'm focusing more and more on lighter weapons. For instance, throwing knives. I don't even have my bow on me.
I noticed that. Matters who makes the bow, though. Some people like it large, others small.
The elder smiled, I don't make them. I forge them.. out of metal, with plates on them, for extra durability. It takes strong arms to wield them, but the advantages outweigh the drawbacks. She looked back to Shivala, Why the lack of expression? She took a moment, before adding, What's dulled you so?
Shivala merely shrugged in response, Emotions kept getting in my way.
Sylvandre matched her shrug, Wear felsteel. Everything you feel will dull and fade. And you can just take whatever you're wearing off to feel again. Complete lack of emotion will turn you into something less then an animal. A husk. Undead-like, actually.
Well, it seems that emotions were the things getting in the way of what I craved. The bargain seemed fair for me.
Sylvandre nodded, And what did you crave? And how come you're shorter? Or am I taller? She blinked a few times.
Shivala shook her head, It's no matter now. And I do not really care who is shorter or taller. Height only affects you how you allow it to.
Sylvandre nodded, Mm. True, though how can it not matter if you sacrificed your emotions for it? Do they not matter?
They only hindered me. Therefore, yes, they do not matter.
Sylvandre sighed, Talk about going down a path to destruction. Her hands lowered to her sides, You make strange choices, Shivala... And I'm sure you could've just contacted your brother via the Autumns. Oak was with them last I checked.
Well, he was on a boat last time I saw him, so I'm not sure they would exactly know where he is.
Sylvandre yawned, If he has a wind-stone, it can be tracked.
Shivala shut her eyes, Well, what's the fun in that? Her head glanced around, eyes opening as she did such Anyways, I am sure he is in the forests somewhere.
Sylvandre shrugged, I myself keep a windstone just in case. And, don't worry.. You'll find him. She smirked, Besides, what's been happening since I... She glanced over her shoulder, Hmm. Didn't talk to people as much as I did.
Hm?
Sylvandre blinked, Any news to share?
Shivala shook her head in response, Not that I can think of. How's the Pride been?
Sylvandre smiled, Something tells me Tirius is in Ashenvale. I just can't find him. Ylv's probably somewhere northwards, and I haven't seen Fala'thorei nor the others since the battle in Redridge.
Fala'thorei's back? Shivala's eyes rose, and she couldn't hide the excitement in her voice.
Sylvandre tilted her head to the side, Yes, I think. I mean, we've fought together in Redridge less than two weeks ago.
Shivala bit her lower lip, nodding slightly as her eyebrows settled, Interesting. I'll have to talk with him.
Sylvandre nodded, Why so? She smirked slightly, crossing her arms over her gut again.
Shivala took a deep breath, calming herself, I feel my brother may want to become what he is, so I want him to talk to my brother and hopefully convince him against it.
Sylvandre rose her eyebrow, Heh... Here I was, expecting something else. Ah well... She trailed off, That's a good enough cause.
Shivala rose her eyebrow, What were you expecting?
Sylvandre grinned, Oh, nevermind. You're not capable of it anymore, what with no emotions... She waved a dismissive hand.
Shivala thought for a moment, before staring at Sylvandre in mock disbelief, Love?
Sylvandre stuck her tongue out at Shivala, Yup. She stuck the pink thing back in her mouth.
Shivala blinked rapidly, And what did you think I was going to do? Ask him to be my mate?
Sylvandre shrugged, Nah, just spend time with him, and that kind of stuff.. You know... She sighed, Then again, anyone I've ever taken as a mate is dead, so... She shrugged.
Well, the time I have no problem with... But the more... Intimate parts of mateship... Shivala shuddered, trailing off.
Sylvandre grinned, reaching out and patting Shivala's shoulder carefully, which caused a wince, Don't worry about it. Things come when they come... Mating included. I'm not planning on it anytime soon, however. Her tone slowly turned serious, I have a duty to the entirety of Azeroth. Justice must be done.
Shivala's shudder stopped, nodding and taking another deep breath, I'm hoping that doesn't include killing Sagi... again.
Sylvandre rose an eyebrow, And why not?
Because, then I would have to fight you, and I don't think either of us would enjoy that.
Sylvandre grinned, Really? I always enjoy putting down traitors, Shiv... If you prevent justice from being done, I will enjoy your end the same.
And what is there to justify? He swore to me that he would never deal with fel, and Shadow is not such of a bad thing. We do live in it, after all.
I suggest you run now... Fast enough to avoid about three dozen knives coming for you.
Shivala narrowed her eyebrows, one hand tapping her chin as another flew to her quiver, although she made no move to use her bow.
Sylvandre smirked, Do you really think you're faster than me? You may be fast at nocking an arrow and drawing a bow, but you're not fast at something else necessary to hit me.
Whoever said that I would need to notch it? I'm sure shoving it into your gut could be enough to get time to run, or shoot again?
Sylvandre nodded, Maybe... You don't realize something... I've got time enough to get to any place I can see with my eyes. And if I reach it... She bared her fangs, There shall be blood.
Shivala matched the elder's grin, That will only give me more time to shoot. She retrieved an arrow out of her quiver, holding it up for both to observe and slowly twisting it in her hand, See these runes?
Sylvandre nodded. She drew the knife from her gauntlet completely, Right... See this knife? It's plain, normal, simple... There are many like it.
Shivala nodded at her quiver, There are many like this, as well.
Sylvandre rose her index finger, Ah, but you see. Her fingers curled around it's hilt, knuckles whitening, It needs no runes, nor anything really. It only takes a special kind of person to wield in the way I do. It's not immensely hard, though..
Ah, but it would take the same amount of time to make one of those, as it would twenty arrows.
Sylvandre shook her head, No. Not with runes, rivets and such. Regardless, you forget I'm a blacksmith.
Well, Sylvandre, does it really matter? They do the same amount of damage, and I think that neither of us will last long enough so we need to create more ammunition.
Sylvandre shrugged, Actually. From this one knife... I've seen a hundred spawned. Sure, I may not be able to make that many, but I'm damn sure I can make over thirty out of one. And magic is faster then flesh. Do you really wish to test that?
Shivala shook her head, No, but you do forget to mention one thing.
Sylvandre licked her lips, Really? What?
You need flesh to draw the magic out.
Sylvandre rose one of her eyebrows, Depends on what you mean by that. Regardless, to fall to shadow... constitutes breaking the law as far as the Alliance is concerned. To support the shadow is much worse. Expect not to walk in Alliance cities much further, Shivala, Kaldorei ones moreso... That is, if you survive your walk from here.
I do not support the shadow. I just do not want to see somebody wrong hurted, even if they are breaking some idiotic law to which they are not bound.
Cease protecting Sagi or die. There is no middle ground. There is only choice. Thus, what will it be?
Do you really hate one of your own people so much that you are willing to kill one who is only friendly with the person, Sylvandre? Is it really Justice you're going for, or vengeance?
Sylvandre shook her head, A pity. Friends of the enemy are not my friends. I have no -reason- for vengeance... I have only reason... for Justice.
Earlier, however, you talked about your mate dieing... Was Shadow responsible for his death?
Sylvandre smirked, They died before I took up my path. And I have already avenged them. No, a mugger was. That mugger's skull was crushed in Elwynn beneath my armored sabaton.
And all your emotions about the problem are magically gone? You have no hate that you took out on the next open target?
Sylvandre shook her head again, smirk gone, No. I just killed them and that was it. I am a fair judge. One life for one life. One act for another. But I am also Jury... She inhaled, and Executioner.
And what has Sagi done to you? Has he killed anyone's sons, daughters, wife, husbands? Why does he deserve to die?
Sylvandre exhaled, Kill Annabelle. Took Alexas' hand. That is enough for me. Your persistence confirms my verdict. She disappeared, and Shivala moved her lips, as if beginning to speak, before the torrent of knives embedded themselves in her back. The power itself drove her to her knees, and she suddenly gasped for air, speaking in ragged breaths.
And yet... They're still... here. Her knee gave out, and she collapsed onto the forest floor, still breathing desperately. Sylvandre spoke, and Shivala didn't hear her, too busy trying to breath.
A few hours passed and Shivala bled out, her eyes still open, laying uncomfortably on the side of the road, cast aside like a dull blade.
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