10-22-2010, 05:51 PM
[[I didn't write the full thing 'cause it got ridiculously long, and it seemed a bit, well, ridiculous for a resurrection post. I don't think I needed to put detail into much after she was revived, and all was fine and such.]]
Elune, she's ignorant.
Then, the daggers came, thrusting themselves into Shivala's back. The mere force would of been enough to force the younger to her knees, but the pain. The pain overrode her senses, and she let out a stifled gasp.
How many dagg-- 36! She threw 36 fucking daggers at me!
Her voice betrayed her thoughts, giving a snide response to end her life.
Yet... they're still... here. Her last knee gave way, and she collapsed into the already forming pool of blood. Words from Sylvandre spilled around her, and yet she paid no heed to them, yelling at her muscles to move, to get back up and fight.
Her muscles ignored her, and she wallowed in, what one could say, a pit of her own sorrow. Finally, she bled out, a Night Elf on the side of the road, thrown away like a dull blade.
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The first thing to meet Shivala was the light. It partially broke through her eyelids, dimly greeting her in her own world. Instinct yelled at her to push away from the light, and she obeyed. She coughed as she went and took special care not to open her eyes to the harsh light.
A few boards creaked next to her, and a voice spoke out from behind her, She's fine?
She felt a hand on her knee, Shivala?
Fala'thorei. The voice involuntarily opened her eyes, and she fixed her now rabid thoughts, going for needs, Water. Her own voice disgusted her, immediately reminding her of a toad. She groaned, pushing herself to a sitting position. A flask greeted her, and she grabbed it out of the hand.
She focused on the fingers, before realizing that those were Fala's fingers. She traced the arm to it's source, and the source smiled at her warmly, Welcome back to the world, Shivala.
A sigh wove itself into Shivala's right ear, and Shivala shook her head, automatically regretting it, Son of a.. She brought the flask to her lips, draining it, Thank you. She handed the flask back to him.
Can I get you anything else? She shook her head, You were attacked along the road in Ashenvale... You've been dead for one week... How does it feel to be back?
Shivala ignored this, staring at him Why the fel are you back?
...yeah, she's alright.
I've been back for some time now, Shivala.
Then why did you come back?
Outland taught me more about my own nature that I could have learned in a millenium on this earth... I came back to finish what I started... I just needed to... clear my head... But, for better or worse, I am back.
She let out a small growl, putting a hand palm-flat on the floor and pushing herself up. Once again, the blood in her head swerved, and she gripped at her hair.
Woah, hey... You'll be weak for a while, so no running off. Alright?
Shivala narrowed her eyes, I won't run.
Fala'thorei looked up at her, smirking.
No walking off, no going anywhere until you've recovered.
My blood pooling in my legs won't help.
...sit down, Shivala.
Shivala breathed in and out of her nose, nonetheless obeying. She slowly tucked her legs beneath her, placing her legs on her knees and staring forward.
So, how do you feel?
The look Shivala gave him spoke her thoughts well enough; Are you really thinking that? It was met with a simple nod, and Shivala closed her eyes again.
And you, Annabelle, are you alright?
If you expect me to fight, I'm not going to. The words came out thoughtless, and yet Shivala's thoughts agreed, I'm not going to fight for something I don't need to fight for.
Fala'thorei shook his head at her, and she nodded in return. I came here to execute you, should you have been tainted while your soul was in the nether... Fortunately, you are fine.
I don't expect you to fight. If you choose another path in life that makes you happy, and isn't a danger to others.. that is fine.
Shivala, once again, ignored Annabelle, Fortunately? Why fortunately?
It would be a shame to have to kill one I consider a friend.
Shivala glanced at Annabelle, Mind leaving? Or just covering your ears? Fala'thorei nodded in agreement, and the Human pushed herself up, Yeah, I think I'll go recover myself... contact me on the windstone if you need me.. I know you don't like me very much, but I'm glad you're back too. With a nod, she departed.
Nonetheless, Shivala switched to Darnassian, You consider me a friend? You fucking left me! Why the fel do you even care!?
Fala sighed, I did what I had to... I wasn't fully in control of myself, Shivala.. I wish I hadn't said and done what I have, but I cannot change time. Shivala, I am sorry.
And? There's plenty of shit to kill all around here! You don't need to go to fucking Outlands!
Fala'thorei nodded grimly, If you cannot forgive me, then I can only wish you the best for the future... Do you wish for me to leave?
Knowing you, you're going to anyways!
Fala'thorei shook his head, Only if you should wish it?
Shivala stared at him, Why do you treat me like a child?
He sighed again, rubbing his forehead, I do not mean to. I do not understand you, Shivala... I wish I did, but I don't... I want to make things right between us. Just tell me what to do, Shivala... I'm at a loss. He sighed.
Shivala held up her hand, attempting first to hold up her pointer finger, then her middle, each to no avail. f**k! Eventually, she settled for her pinky, touching the tip delicately, Stop treating me like a child?
He scratched at his sawn-off horns,I'll try my best, Shiv, but believe me that I don't mean to.
Why not? Are you not capable of it?
He sighed, becoming frustrated, I don't know, Shiv. Just tell me what to do! Tell me how?
She shook her head, Stop asking me stuff!
The two continued to talk, eventually going for a walk. Her brother joined them, and the three talked. It ended with him hugging her, kissing her cheek and running off. Her brother attempted at conversation, and before she could react, she'd fallen asleep.
He caught her as she began to fall, carrying her back to the inn, where she was placed in a nice bed and allowed to sleep.
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Temporary Drawbacks
Halt on Prestige Training.
Preference to be alone.
Now a pacifist.
Weak due to blood loss.
Goes to sleep without feeling symptoms, such as yawning.
Permanent Drawbacks
Pain whenever she reaches for something from her back due to shoulder injuries.
Sometimes loses ability to move middle and pointer finger.
Doesn't like throwing knives.
Doesn't like people behind her.
Killer = Sylvandre
Reviver = Annabelle
Elune, she's ignorant.
Then, the daggers came, thrusting themselves into Shivala's back. The mere force would of been enough to force the younger to her knees, but the pain. The pain overrode her senses, and she let out a stifled gasp.
How many dagg-- 36! She threw 36 fucking daggers at me!
Her voice betrayed her thoughts, giving a snide response to end her life.
Yet... they're still... here. Her last knee gave way, and she collapsed into the already forming pool of blood. Words from Sylvandre spilled around her, and yet she paid no heed to them, yelling at her muscles to move, to get back up and fight.
Her muscles ignored her, and she wallowed in, what one could say, a pit of her own sorrow. Finally, she bled out, a Night Elf on the side of the road, thrown away like a dull blade.
----------------
The first thing to meet Shivala was the light. It partially broke through her eyelids, dimly greeting her in her own world. Instinct yelled at her to push away from the light, and she obeyed. She coughed as she went and took special care not to open her eyes to the harsh light.
A few boards creaked next to her, and a voice spoke out from behind her, She's fine?
She felt a hand on her knee, Shivala?
Fala'thorei. The voice involuntarily opened her eyes, and she fixed her now rabid thoughts, going for needs, Water. Her own voice disgusted her, immediately reminding her of a toad. She groaned, pushing herself to a sitting position. A flask greeted her, and she grabbed it out of the hand.
She focused on the fingers, before realizing that those were Fala's fingers. She traced the arm to it's source, and the source smiled at her warmly, Welcome back to the world, Shivala.
A sigh wove itself into Shivala's right ear, and Shivala shook her head, automatically regretting it, Son of a.. She brought the flask to her lips, draining it, Thank you. She handed the flask back to him.
Can I get you anything else? She shook her head, You were attacked along the road in Ashenvale... You've been dead for one week... How does it feel to be back?
Shivala ignored this, staring at him Why the fel are you back?
...yeah, she's alright.
I've been back for some time now, Shivala.
Then why did you come back?
Outland taught me more about my own nature that I could have learned in a millenium on this earth... I came back to finish what I started... I just needed to... clear my head... But, for better or worse, I am back.
She let out a small growl, putting a hand palm-flat on the floor and pushing herself up. Once again, the blood in her head swerved, and she gripped at her hair.
Woah, hey... You'll be weak for a while, so no running off. Alright?
Shivala narrowed her eyes, I won't run.
Fala'thorei looked up at her, smirking.
No walking off, no going anywhere until you've recovered.
My blood pooling in my legs won't help.
...sit down, Shivala.
Shivala breathed in and out of her nose, nonetheless obeying. She slowly tucked her legs beneath her, placing her legs on her knees and staring forward.
So, how do you feel?
The look Shivala gave him spoke her thoughts well enough; Are you really thinking that? It was met with a simple nod, and Shivala closed her eyes again.
And you, Annabelle, are you alright?
If you expect me to fight, I'm not going to. The words came out thoughtless, and yet Shivala's thoughts agreed, I'm not going to fight for something I don't need to fight for.
Fala'thorei shook his head at her, and she nodded in return. I came here to execute you, should you have been tainted while your soul was in the nether... Fortunately, you are fine.
I don't expect you to fight. If you choose another path in life that makes you happy, and isn't a danger to others.. that is fine.
Shivala, once again, ignored Annabelle, Fortunately? Why fortunately?
It would be a shame to have to kill one I consider a friend.
Shivala glanced at Annabelle, Mind leaving? Or just covering your ears? Fala'thorei nodded in agreement, and the Human pushed herself up, Yeah, I think I'll go recover myself... contact me on the windstone if you need me.. I know you don't like me very much, but I'm glad you're back too. With a nod, she departed.
Nonetheless, Shivala switched to Darnassian, You consider me a friend? You fucking left me! Why the fel do you even care!?
Fala sighed, I did what I had to... I wasn't fully in control of myself, Shivala.. I wish I hadn't said and done what I have, but I cannot change time. Shivala, I am sorry.
And? There's plenty of shit to kill all around here! You don't need to go to fucking Outlands!
Fala'thorei nodded grimly, If you cannot forgive me, then I can only wish you the best for the future... Do you wish for me to leave?
Knowing you, you're going to anyways!
Fala'thorei shook his head, Only if you should wish it?
Shivala stared at him, Why do you treat me like a child?
He sighed again, rubbing his forehead, I do not mean to. I do not understand you, Shivala... I wish I did, but I don't... I want to make things right between us. Just tell me what to do, Shivala... I'm at a loss. He sighed.
Shivala held up her hand, attempting first to hold up her pointer finger, then her middle, each to no avail. f**k! Eventually, she settled for her pinky, touching the tip delicately, Stop treating me like a child?
He scratched at his sawn-off horns,I'll try my best, Shiv, but believe me that I don't mean to.
Why not? Are you not capable of it?
He sighed, becoming frustrated, I don't know, Shiv. Just tell me what to do! Tell me how?
She shook her head, Stop asking me stuff!
The two continued to talk, eventually going for a walk. Her brother joined them, and the three talked. It ended with him hugging her, kissing her cheek and running off. Her brother attempted at conversation, and before she could react, she'd fallen asleep.
He caught her as she began to fall, carrying her back to the inn, where she was placed in a nice bed and allowed to sleep.
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Temporary Drawbacks
Halt on Prestige Training.
Preference to be alone.
Now a pacifist.
Weak due to blood loss.
Goes to sleep without feeling symptoms, such as yawning.
Permanent Drawbacks
Pain whenever she reaches for something from her back due to shoulder injuries.
Sometimes loses ability to move middle and pointer finger.
Doesn't like throwing knives.
Doesn't like people behind her.
Killer = Sylvandre
Reviver = Annabelle
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