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Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Jan 27, 2018 22:27:58 GMT -5
Questions. Questions were something Shari could easily work with. Since she could not lie there was no time to worry about how she would answer, what twists or bends she may make, there was only truth. Truth, no matter how hard it might be for another to hear, was easy for her to say.
At the Shark's comment about a spine she became very confused for a moment. Was her spine showing? She reached back to brush the back of her hand over her spine to make sure, just in case, because one never really knew right? Secure in the knowledge her spine was not indeed showing she passed that concern from her mind quickly.
After settling comfortably into the reminded knowledge that her Owner must still be alive the other woman's next comment once more managed to be a mental slap across the face. '...sounds like your Owner doesn't want you.' Yes. There had indeed been that thought slipping across her mind more then once since he had disappeared, leaving only a note after several days of no word.
Her lips twitched. "I suppose that is indeed a possibility. If a month goes by with no word from him, i w-will have to seek higher powers to remove my adornments- if... if it indeed comes to such a drastic measure. " Saying that made her stomach sink violently, and caused her mouth to go dry. Having her adornments removed in such a way meant all hope was to be abandoned. That her Owner indeed abandoned her, and despite all that was shared and said between them in the time they had been together it must have all been lies. Lies. Shari still did not understand why people indulged such horrible things.
"So what will you do now?" Zaeram asked.
Shari's head tilted in the opposite direction. This woman who had attacked her, and ruined one of her cherished feathers was asking such a question? She did not seem one to lure and bait for any reason... but her current actions and questions were not matching up to how she first announced herself.
The fear that had seized her heart slowly ebbed away to mere caution. The doe only twitched her tail , the wind stopped its anxious calls to flee.
"I will continue as i always have. Serving my family to the best of my ability until the time Elune chooses to shed more light upon my personal future and what path i should head down."
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Post by Zaeram on Jan 28, 2018 11:07:30 GMT -5
"I suppose that is indeed a possibility. If a month goes by with no word from him, i w-will have to seek higher powers to remove my adornments- if... if it indeed comes to such a drastic measure. "
A clawed hand slid up the demon hunter's chest toward her own neck as she then aborted the move like she had been merely brushing a stray hair or cobweb away. If one could get Zaeram into better light one might be able to make out that there was a continuous line around her neck where her skin didn't line up quite right. As if there had been a scar once from something of weight being around her neck for a very long time.
The Red Shark considered the other's words curiously, so she'd have to get her adornments removed by another? How did that work? Did her Owner have a Master himself then? She blithely wondered if this was some sort of druid thing as she had no clue due to the fact she had never been raised like other Kaldorei had. What a curious system which made her glad her own adornments were merely unmagical piercings, no less strong in the ties between Zaeram and Fellen as they didn't need sorcery to bind them.
"I will continue as i always have. Serving my family to the best of my ability until the time Elune chooses to shed more light upon my personal future and what path i should head down."
If the Illidari female still had eyes she would have been rolling them by now, as she was reminded why she didn't like associating with 'normals' all that much.
You asked.
Her face rolled up into a sneer as she couldn't disagree with that thought as she would have to watch that particular weakness that led her to be curious about what was rattling around inside a 'normals' heads on occasion.
Bonelessly she dropped to all fours, her movements sudden and swift, the predator was back as she slunk up close to the druid's smaller form as she purred into her tapered ears.
"Once a pet always a pet then, but a pet without an Owner all the same," she clicked one of her claws against one of Shari's wrist ornaments, once again she took the feather she had taken off of the female and drew it up an arm, over her shoulder, up one side of her neck and then over her ear, "And if I claimed you for my own? My pretty little healer pet. I would make you so much stronger..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 13:59:09 GMT -5
It feels like its been weeks since her wolf's prescience last graced her footsteps, eyeing her treat bag eagerly as if awaiting an endless supply of goodies. That treat-bag had been empty for (in Karrii's mind,) an eternity with no pet to receive them. Her steps themselves feel hollow, empty as she paces first through the Stormwind Graveyard, then the altar she knows so well. Still, no trace of Scout, even though it had been days since Karrii last searched here. That was it then, she would have to get the others involved. Searching for Scout on her own wasn't working, and she found herself craving more and more, the attention and company of other Cats. Ironic, that she, who claims herself a hermit is actively seeking the relationships that initially made her nervous. Funny how the world works sometimes. She looses herself in the rustling of leaves, the whispers of wind on this otherwise dead night, appreciating the forests for its trees. And yet, she can't help but feel as if something were off. Her walking halts, her eyes cast down. She could hear low, low voices, near whispers, but what they were saying was entirely lost in the gentle caress of the night winds. She could taste fear on the wind. A prey animal cornered at long last by some lone huntress. Karrii feels nothing herself, but a morbid sense of curiosity. This is Stormwind, not the untamed wilds outside the gates. Who should so feel fear? Some housewife who'd bothered to break her vows with another's husband? Certainly not. This tastes more primal. A voice flickers through the wind, and she recognizes it. Knowing that particular woman could be seen as both a boon and a curse in this exact moment- Shari'Adune could never incite fear in another, Karrii is certain, and her footsteps switch from gentle tiptoes to lumbering sprints. With luck, the predator would disperse in fear of being outnumbered. A hand reaches over her shoulder for the ribbon-wrapped rifle she keeps at her back, drawing it to her chest. It's pre-loaded, and she slams the safety trigger off. Karrii feels a yell rise in her throat, Shari'Adune's name tearing out of her viciously as she presses her way into the clearing, the gun's barrel pointed and lifted to the male, the first she sees. But something was yet off. There are two, not one. Karrii has miscalculated, and there is no going back. ((I totally understand Karrii has done a dumb thing. She accepts whatever fate is to fall on her ))
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Post by Feljäger on Jan 28, 2018 14:58:51 GMT -5
He had been on his guard for outside interference since the waif had capitulated and made no effort to flee her self-imposed situation, so it was that the approach of the human came as no surprise to the demon hunter. Cover of night offered no protection to an elf and cover of no form afforded protection from the demonic birthed magical gaze of a demon hunter. Then there was the loud click of the safety of her unusually cumbersome weapon for such small arms. It was like a tree branch snapping in his ears, alerting him had he not already seen her. The yell finalized her idiotic actions.
He was only just modestly out of his crouch, so to lower back into it and use his fel driven speed to close distance to the riflewoman in a flashing instant was as nothing. He was upon he in a thought’s passing, his abdomen pressed into the muzzle of the rifle, the blade of one warglaive poised inches from her face, and his face hidden behind his war mask but his hotly gleaming emerald gaze flashing upon her.
“Hello, Mouse,” he semi growled as he froze in his position. His attack did not fall, it was a display and nothing more. “Your hunting skills need work. I easily saw you coming at the distance you should have used with this weapon, and you cried out to reveal yourself, that is a horrible plan. So tell me. Do you have the steel to pull the second trigger and spill my intestines when I have done nothing?”
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Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Jan 28, 2018 15:37:09 GMT -5
It seemed like an eternity before Zaeram spoke. In that lengthy silence Shari began to sense Karrii. Their connection through the family's mental link alerted her to her friends waking, yet nothing more. Shari's image was barely visible in the mental plane of the guild hall, lacking the ability to do anything else as her physical self was too caught up to offer much focus anywhere else.
The demon huntress dropped to all fours making the Druidess jump a little bit, holding her breath as the feather tickled along her body until a loud giggle escaped her lips followed by a squirm before she bit it back and became still again.
"Once a pet always a pet then, but a pet without an Owner all the same," Zaeram clicked one of her claws against one of Shari's wrist ornaments, once again she took the feather she had taken off of the female and drew it up an arm, over her shoulder, up one side of her neck and then over her ear, "And if I claimed you for my own? My pretty little healer pet. I would make you so much stronger..."
When Zae spoke into her ear it was all she could do not to shrink her neck down and turn her ear away- her breath dancing along the inner curves of her ear was ticklish too. Though she didn't turn away she did twitch.
Oh Shan'do where ARE you? Shari's anxious thoughts brought tears to her eyes again. He would have felt her fear from before, and yet, there was only silence from him.
"Shari'Adune!" a familiar voice yelled out suddenly. This caused her head to jerk up and peer past Zae into the darkness to see Fellen's blade poised under Karrii's throat.
Suddenly it just wasn't her own fate at stake, it was Karrii's- a family members too. The first letter of her next words were loud- then peetered off to a whisper as her hands clenched upon her lap, "NNNnno-! Please Miss, don't let him hurt her."
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Post by Zaeram on Jan 28, 2018 17:11:08 GMT -5
Liking the laughter Zaeram had elicited out of her somewhat captive druidess, her delight was quickly dashed by rushed footsteps through the forest and a very loud click that let her know someone was reading one of those concussion weapons some of the other races' favored.
"Shari'Adune!"
Ah, so this interloper knew her rabbit then, Zaeram kept her attention only on her quarry as she trusted her Master implicitly in dealing with the small human. Her life was in his hands now, although if she did pull that trigger Zaeram would have to take action and the human would probably end up in several pieces streun about the wood.
"NNNnno-! Please Miss, don't let him hurt her." The druidess's outburst devolving into a quivering whisper made Zaeram cock her head slightly.
"Shh, shh, my pet," her face split into a vicious grin, "My Master seems to know her, that may yet save her hide. If she's stupid enough to shoot... that's another matter entirely for when it happens, yes? However I do think you are worrying for the wrong person currently."
Reaching out with a clawed hand she gently turned the druidess's freckled face back to Zaeram's ugly one.
"Especially if I take you away from here to make you mine."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 17:41:26 GMT -5
Karrii would be the first to admit her idea hadn't been entirely thought through. She'd assumed it was the type to strike on hapless victims, the voiceless ones. The type of person who'd flee at the sound of trouble on the horizon when their fun were to be cut short. She absolutely isn't expecting to meet either demon hunter, not here.
Still, the adrenaline flows through her veins and it's too late to pull away and ignore it now. "You." she snarls, uncharacteristically vicious. Had it been any other, had it been Grim, or Kat, or even Edon, she would not have acted so ferociously. Because it happens to be Shari'Adune, the druid who had nothing but love to spare, the woman who'd fed her and behaved as only a woman of the light could, Karrii grows angry.
There is no Kat here, no leadership. It is Karrii and her rifle and this half-ling here, with his own pet to claim Shari'Adune. "I wasn't trying to be quiet." she snaps at last. "I was hoping you were a stupid human, but instead it's just two stupid elves."
Brilliant. Such a master of linguistics she is.
Still, she doesn't move, her gaze locked on the pointed tip of one blade. "Done nothing? Please. Demon hunters are about as well-liked in these parts as Death Knights, for similar reasons. Shari is one of mine. Let her go."
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Post by Feljäger on Jan 28, 2018 19:20:26 GMT -5
“Me,” he retorted with a tone that oozed arrogance and delight that he was worth remembering with such vitriol.
”I wasn’t trying to be quiet. I was hoping you were a stupid human, but instead it’s just two stupid elves.”
He chuckled and tipped his head to the side, lowering it slightly and taking what seemed to be a more relaxed pose, however his weapon had not lowered from where it was, poised scant inches away from the thin cleft of her mouth.
“Kat told you, we are not elves. Not any longer. We gave up being elves when we gorged ourselves on the heart and blood of a demon. My wife over there, she dined on an Eredar. You know what that is, yes?”
He paused, allowing the appellation he used for Zaeram sink in and to gauge the effect it may have, and thought of her final statement to him.
“And we have done nothing in the here and now. Look. Does your companion have a wound, does she bear even a scratch? Is she bound by either of us that you claim are are welcome as a Scourge? No. Her bonds tie her to another, ask him to release her, she does not belong to us. We cannot let her go as we have not restrained her.”
Not as of yet. That is the unspoken conclusion to his words and is what makes him grin behind the war mask.
With that he concentrates and his armour and glaives thrum with fel borne energy laced with a violet weave of arcane. Bale fire wreaths him for a moment and then vanish to leave him unarmoured and without his principle weapons. His stomach still pressed against the muzzle of her firearm, in fact he is pressing into it harder by the moment. As if he was enjoying the pain it was causing him.
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Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Jan 29, 2018 9:51:28 GMT -5
Shari was quite anxious for her friend. She was so young and had so much life left for a human. If they hurt her she would- she would- her shoulders slumped. She wasn't entirely sure what she would do, but if it came down to it, Elune would guide her body she was sure of it.
"Shh, shh, my pet," Zae's face split into a vicious grin, "My Master seems to know her, that may yet save her hide. If she's stupid enough to shoot... that's another matter entirely for when it happens, yes? However I do think you are worrying for the wrong person currently."
No, she was not worrying about the wrong person. She would lay down her life for anyone in the family, especially this girl. If she is stupid enough to shoot.
"Miss! Don't shoot!! Please! Don't shoot!" pleading eyes were turned in Karrii's direction although her small form was engulfed by the other demon hunters.
Reaching out with a clawed hand the demon huntress gently turned the druidess's freckled face back to Zaeram's ugly one.
"Especially if I take you away from here to make you mine."
Shari stared toward Karrii as long as she was able until the angle her face was turned caused her eyes to snap back ahead. ~Take me away? No, no she cannot do that!~
Her eyes studied the other females face as she spoke, avoiding eye contact, " Miss you cannot make me yours. Not until the adornments are removed by the one who placed them."
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Post by Zaeram on Jan 29, 2018 11:36:00 GMT -5
Letting go of the druidess's face Zaeram clicked her tongue curiously as the diminutive female called out after her friend and turned back to her.
"Miss you cannot make me yours. Not until the adornments are removed by the one who placed them."
"A month then," the Illidari said as she stood up abruptly as Zae had a habit of either being completely still or exploding into motion, never there an in-between, "You said if your previous failure of an Owner does not return in a month you will have to get them removed. Thus I will return in a month to this very spot. If you have had your bindings removed by then and you wish a real Owner who will care for you and make you strong, then come and I will be waiting for you and give you back your feather here. If you do not come and I find you wearing them still without an Owner, I will take matters into my own hands as I have yet to see a magical binding that cannot be broken."
She showed Shari the feather betwixt her fingers as she flipped it around between them showing off her superior dexterity and then opened one of her many mismatched earrings on her right ear and speared the feather through the shaft and re-attached the earring back in her ear so now the feather hung down. It hung there limply, looking alien against her wet-looking hair, but then a bit of a breeze stirred it gently as the Red Shark toyed with it lovingly fixing the other female with a possessive stare.
"One month," she said and then her attention snapped back to her Master seeing what he'd do or order her to do next...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2018 14:47:33 GMT -5
Her voice lifts yet again, cracking with the effort she expends. She didn't like him in the bar, and she doesn't like him now; Kat can converse and associate herself with whomever she likes, but when that person threatens another cat...
"It doesn't matter what you are!" she shouts. "Demon, elf, it doesn't matter if you're going to be aggressive! I'm not letting either of you hurt nor take Shari'Adune!" Though her finger pulls itself from the trigger, she leans into her gun; hard.
"You know exactly what you're doing, don't play dumb! Emotional torture is just as poor form as physical!"
Her keywords are emphasized, demon, aggressive, hurt, torture. She knows many of the Stormwind Guard's patrol routes, but doesn't quite know the time. With luck, someone would hear her screaming her damned head off and would rescue the pair of them. Karrii knows Shari'Adune well, and figures she wouldn't shout. Not in her current state.
"Let her come to me." she snarls the demand, her diminutive figure trembling more from anger and rage than from fear.
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Post by Feljäger on Jan 29, 2018 16:10:36 GMT -5
The more pressure she placed on the weapon the more he smiled at the sensation it caused him. Every ounce she placed into it he matched two fold, until he was close to pushing her back such was the discrepancy in physical strength. The front iron sight digging into the seam of two of his smooth abdominal scales and causing blackish blood to trickle down his bared belly.
“You are starting to bore me, MOUSE,” he snarled with a distinctly violent and predatory aspect falling over him, his teeth bared in a wide and feral smile. Saliva glistening and the drool of a killing machine prepped for the taste of fresh blood forming at the corner of his yawning maw. The way he said the last word, raised in pitch and volume, nearly a demand for her to act.
“You should have taken the shot at range. At my head. You never take a weapon into a situation unless you fully intend to kill your prey. Every hunter knows that.”
He drizzled the words like one would syrup over hot cakes, his presence full of the promise of pain and death. He didn’t let a moment pass before issuing his command without even shifting his gaze from the armed huntress that was dwarfed by his size. His voice loud, sharp, and commanding in a way that would tolerate no disobedience.
“ZAERAM! To my side!”
Then he lowered his head closer to his prey, grinning like a maniac all the while, and whispered the following words to her.
“Pull that trigger… if you truly believe I won't destroy you in the moment that follows.”
She had been warned the night past, in the Blue Recluse, by her own leader. This creature at the end of her rifle walked the world like he was indestructible. He owned every situation, and win-lose-or draw he would challenge the universe without hesitation or regret. He clearly wanted her to attack first. To draw first blood. As in that wake he was fully within his rights to defend himself, at least in his own mind, and his nature was to make good on every last promise of wanton violence that permeated his voice and laced his words. She would have had an advantage at range. But his arm was as nearly as long as her rifle and at this close of proximity he could make good on the threat.
Then there was the other demon hunter to contend with...
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Post by Scout on Jan 30, 2018 11:34:39 GMT -5
Padding near silently through the night, Scout perked his ears at the scents on the wind. One he had been following for some time, but the others his mind registered as BAD and evil. Snorting he burst into a dash trained to him by his mistress and within seconds was by her side, his hunched back reaching the human's hip. He coiled in a half circle around her, pearly white teeth bared, ears flat against his head so that it looked like they almost weren't there at all as they got lost in the heavy fluffy mane of fur about his neck. His wolfish yellow eyes were narrowed and locked on Fellen. A couple snaps in the air were offered as he continued to snarl and lick his teeth, muzzle a mass of wrinkles with his dangerous smile. Just as Zaeram obeyed her master, Scout obeyed his, so he stayed between them, ready to spring only if Fellen made a move against his mistress, though he would keep inching fraction by faction between them hoping to back the evil thing off some. Blood was on the air, but it did not belong to his mistress. Farther away he had scented Shari, another familiar friendly scent, but the third scent was just as tainted and bad as the one before him. His bushy tail curled around Karrii's hip, her back leg warm against his own. ((PS This is Kat posting. ))
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Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Jan 30, 2018 20:30:40 GMT -5
Shari had the choice to meet Zae in this same spot in one month if her bindings had to be removed, for 'a real Owner.' Amallah was a real Owner, he just... left her behind and then did not react when she had been most frightened... He is dead. No! He is not, else they would have opened! Then he doesn't want you. But i tried so hard. Not hard enough.
" If you do not come and I find you wearing them still without an Owner, I will take matters into my own hands as I have yet to see a magical binding that cannot be broken...." The demon huntress said, then, "One month.."
All Shari could do was whimper, her thoughts churning around at a sickening pace in her mind causing her eyes to go dim. Her head bowed down, energy seeming to be sapped from her, long hair falling from her shoulders to become a teal blanket hiding her features. Thin arms trembled as breathing became secondary to thinking.
Her hearing sucked in on itself, the sound like one suddenly going under water. Drowning.
A shaky breath was exhaled, fingers digging into the soil as her torso slumped froward.
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Post by Zaeram on Jan 30, 2018 21:37:23 GMT -5
Watching the other female slump to the ground Zaeram cocked her head curiously making the new feather in her ear flitter about a bit. Was her last Owner so ham-handed that he broke her so that the loss of him did this? Both Fellen and Zaeram knew they'd die at some point, which was why Fellen had changed the scope of her training of late, his planning for her to succeed him and while it might cause her discomfort at the thought of being without Fellen the Illidari female wasn't about to fly to pieces over it. Or was it the fact the thought of Zaeram being her new Owner was that unpleasant? Gritting her teeth as they locked together in her mouth she mused to herself that it was good to know how utterly repulsive others found her then. A good reminder she was forever removed from her birth race, a breed apart... a breed above.
“ZAERAM! To my side!”
Fellen was a master musician and she his finest instrument as her body snapped to attention like a taut hair bow raised to a violin about to play a signature piece as she was already in motion the moment her name was called. She strode over to stand next to him like she owned the forest, brushing past the female - but never touching - with the gun to her Master like she wasn't even there and certainly of no concern. The Red Shark didn't even draw her bone blades as she just put a hand on her hip casually and grinned unnervingly at the little 'mouse' with the large shotgun.
"One would think in discharging such a large contraption it would do more damage to her than to you Master."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2018 22:57:10 GMT -5
Karrii presses so hard against her rifle that her feet drag backwards with the effort, pushing deep ruts into the earth. "YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO CALL ME THAT!" she spits, appearing as vicious as the beast at her feet.
Though shooting wasn't her intent, (Light knows Karrii would never hurt one of Kat's playthings unless provoked) Karrii feels the shame wash over her momentarily. She could have ended it perhaps, but maybe not. The demon hunter would have blocked it easily, Karrii knows. She's not as dumb as she seems.
"Is there any way you could be less... I don't know, eerie?" she snaps, a hand falling to caress the face of her pet. His presence comforts her, but does nothing to stop the trembling of her fingers. The beast snaps at the air, but shakes his head at her pet, snorting uncomfortably.
"Neither of you will be taking Shari'Adune, not now, not ever." she spits, completely prepared to make good on that promise. She doesn't understand why she has the need to be 'Owned,' but Karrii would be dead before she'd let either of these two take her away. With the muzzle still raised, but no longer digging into the flesh of the hunter before her, Karrii can feel her confidence fading quickly. "Scout, go to Shari." she commands. The wolf does nothing, his ears perking at his name, but refusing to move.
Fantastic.
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Post by Feljäger on Feb 2, 2018 16:37:11 GMT -5
A beast burst out of nowhere but there was no interrupting the demon hunter when he was considering his prey. He was aware of the new threat in the same way the wolf was aware of a new flea, distant and ultimately forgettable. The weapon at his gut was a more immediate threat, and that was also only just above his dismissal. The cur did not attack, another predator that liked to pretend it was a killer but was enthralled to another, whereas Fellen had yet to perform an action that wasn’t intimately considered and applied with a distinct agenda. He gave the animal no mind as it was just an animal and would behave in ways that anyone with knowledge of the primal mind could predict.
There was no mind more primal than that of a demon.
He was aware of Zearam’s presence more than her words, though he heard then clearly enough.
"One would think in discharging such a large contraption it would do more damage to her than to you Master."
He smiled a bit wider, his fangs shining, his vicious grin bisecting his violet face, the muscles in his jaw quivering as if anticipating the sharp flavor of fresh blood.
"YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO CALL ME THAT!" his prey mewls and rises up against him with righteous indignation. Her ferocity attempting to match his own.
He chuckled at that. Not her words, though she would likely take it that way, but more her pathetic attempt to try and rise to his level of deliberate cruelty and violence. The very definition of vicious and she fell far short of the mark. Even making the attempt in light of what she stood again was comical in a very dark fashion. He could not stop snickering at her as he considered how many people she had killed, how many lives she had snuffed out, and how many lifetimes she would require to even come close to matching his level of deliberate cruelty.
“Don’t underestimate an opponent Zaeram,” he growled without looking away from his opponent. “And you’re right, Rat, I don’t have the right to call you something you clearly are not. You’re teeth are larger than that, yes? No. No mouse. A rat. Yes…”
The weapon slid out of the wound it had made in his stomach and the Rat issued a command that her pet ignored. He scoffed but did not move a bit to reduce his readied position, a bow string with an arrow nocked and straining to be fired, but held in an iron grip that would not be released without specific intent.
“Unfortunate,” the demon hunter said with a clear not of regret, but at what was not exactly clear. “Pathetic and unfortunate.”
((MEANWHILE, in another part of the Park, not far away…))
“Shh. Did you hear that?”
Jeff was not his actual name, that would be Maynard, but that is what his entire regiment referred to him as. He was one of the older soldiers in his battalion, having joined the Stormwind Army when King Adamant Wrynn was lord of the realm and serving under every ruler since, and thus he was balding and grey in beard and at his temples.
His companion stalled in their march, just as he had a moment before, and trained her head to try and hear through the plate helm that covered their heads. Distantly a voice raised, alarmed, shouting something that could not be easily discerned without removing their matching Stormwind Guard helms. Something that any veteran soldier would never do.
“Trouble?”
Her name, as much as she disliked it at first, was Mutt. Her actual name was Meridith but, as with most things in the military, a name developed within the military stuck longer and stronger than any name possessed before joining. Jeff had five partners before she was assigned to him, and all had to bear the nickname.
When Jeff had joined he was befriended by a large, older mongrel dog that was a stray that lived near the barracks. The dog was named Jeff and a smaller partial mixed breed corgi always followed the mongrel around, that the barracks called Mutt, and both were beloved by those that fed them scraps. However nobody liked the dogs more than Recruit Stone, or what Maynard was called at the time, and thus he gained the nickname of Jeff. Years later, after the First War, Sergeant Stone was appointed a second, to learn from him and because it was a standing order than no Guard of Stormwind be on patrol without a second. The pair was the basic fighting unit of the Stormwind Army and soldiers became closer to their partner than they did to their own wives or husbands. Due to his particular monicer in the regiment his partners were always known, affectionately, as Mutt.
Now he was Sergeant Major Stone, having lacked the money and the desire to become Knight Stone, and a respected squad leader within Stormwind. Jeff nodded his head, the light from his shield lantern glinting off the silver high shine of his polished brushed steel helm, and drew his sword.
Mutt followed suit, producing her long sword and slinging her kite shield into place, and fell into stride behind him as they turned to follow the source deeper into the lake side park. Within moments they were joined by a third guard, his rank markers indicating he was a Master Sergeant, and bearing a long and elegant spear that marked him as wall sentry. A soldier on his way back to barracks but when any Stormwind Guard witnesses others in such a state it is instinctual to join in case greater numbers might be needed.
They were now unable to follow the sounds themselves. Three fully armoured warriors, clad in the plate of their order, made a noticeable racket as they ran, though their armour was so crafted to allow them to march long distances without tiring but still afford pronounced defense against blade and bolt. Jeff lead the way, following what little he could see through the T shaped visor of his helmet, and his instincts. A pale green glow swiftly drew his attention and that lured him to something unnatural, and unnatural usually meant trouble.
As soon as the trio were within view of the standoff their intent became obvious. Immediately their gait went from a distance consuming but careful stride to that of combat being expected. Mutt and the other guard stepped out into a wedge instantly, flanking the soldier in the lead, with Mutt moving to add her shield to his own as if they would make a phalanx at any moment.
“HALT!” Jeff cried out as they neared. Swords and shields and spear readied and lowered and clearly aimed at the two demon hunters.
Fellen scoffed again and licked his lips as he stared at the Rat.
“Took them long enough,” he said only loud enough for Karrii and Zaeram, and perhaps Shari should she be listening carefully enough, to hear.
With that he slowly and carefully raised his clawed hands until they were well over his head. Never taking his eyes off the waif of a female that still packed a massive weapon of destruction with a wolf snarling about her small frame. His smile never fading.
“Hands in the air!” Jeff bellowed even after Fellen had beat the command to do so.
A spear wound up inches from the back of the male demon hunters head, while the female Guard squared off against the female demonic being, and the leader leveled his shield and pointed his sword defensively toward Karrii.
Shari’Adune of them all being the one that looked the most to be requiring assistance, and no soldier in any situation immediately assumed innocence if weapons were involved.
“Weapons down,” the guard in charge ordered sharply. “Now!”
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Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Feb 2, 2018 17:13:34 GMT -5
((To make it easier to discern Shari's thoughts from the 'bad' thoughts I will put non Shari-like thoughts in color. Should have been doing that from the start, but oh well. Will remember from now on. ))The shouting seemed so far off... from her place under water... in her mind. It seemed hard to breathe. Don't you hear your little friend? The demon hunters will kill her. All because you did not react. To think you could have saved her. ~Please, don't say such things. How am i to react when i cannot stand? i cannot even raise my head. Everything feels so... heavy.~Don't worry your mind. Relax into my embrace. I will take you away.Shari shook her head perhaps unseen as the three talked, and the wolf continued to growl. It was still bowed, her little burn scarred hands lost in the grass, fingers pressing deep into the earth as if she could sprout roots from them and live quietly as a tree. She was just a small shape, firelight dancing over her still form as the wind played with long tresses of her hair, and the feathers Zaeram did not cut. ~You cannot take me away. Shan'do is coming.~He is dead. No! He doesn't want you. No! The demon huntress wants you. One month. One month. "NO!" the words erupted from her dry lips with a passionate force that echoed through the night, tears streaming down her cheeks. An observer would think she was yelling at the fire. Gasping she snapped her head up and looked around blinking quickly, trying to see through the blur of her tears. "HALT!" came Jeff's yelled order, starling her enough to jump a bit and twist to the side so that she was placing her weight on one thigh, knees bent as she braced her form with her hands to the left of her hip opposite of her knees. "HANDS IN THE AIR!"Squeaking Shari re-positioned so that both knees were pressed into the ground and thrust her trembling hands into the air as the command was belted out. Her head fell forward again. Those humans are going to kill everyone. Even that female demon hunter. You will be all alone again.No... Oh yes, because you are weak. That is why he left you here and disappeared. Weakling. Useless."Weapons down! Now!" the soldiers commanded.Useless...Only managing a bare whisper, likely not heard by anyone, the druidess whimpered, "P-please... D-Don't hurt anyone... P-Please no one get h-hurt..."
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Post by Zaeram on Feb 2, 2018 20:19:45 GMT -5
It was always a pleasure to watch her master work his will upon someone, even with minimal effort he was already inside the young huntress's head messing with her like a bored, well fed cat toys with a mouse until it dies. Zaeram just enjoyed the view for the time being.
"Don’t underestimate an opponent Zaeram."
Bowing her head slightly, "Yes, Master," she replied quickly and then stayed silent to continue to watch the resolution between Fellen and the girl.
"NO!"
Zaeram's head jerked in Shari's direction with a curious glance as her yelling out so forcefully. She was still curled up before the fire and part of Zaeram wanted to wander over to see what was going on with her possible pet-to-be, but her Master had ordered her to his side and she was far better trained than the little girl's growling mutt, thus her curiosity wasn't about to be sated anytime soon.
Of course their party was crashed finally, both literally and figuratively as three of Stormwind's finest came clattering through the meager forest as the Red Shark repressed a sigh hearing them coming long before she could 'see' them. How did these people catch anything happening in this city with such a racket? Oh, that was right, they didn't, not really. She had seen enough of the goings-on in this city to know better, however they were the so-called law of the land, thus the leadership of the Illidari would probably frown on Fellen and Zaeram killing them and disposing of their bodies somewhere. Although her claws twitched ever so slightly with the latent desire to pounce on one of these tin-can humans and rip all their armor off...
“HALT!”
Of course they aimed all their weapons at Fellen and Zaeram first. Nevermind that it was the girl who had the gun leveled at Fellen and he was seemingly unarmed. Nevermind it was Fellen who was bleeding.
Maybe they weren't as stupid as they seemed, this Stormwind Guard.
“Took them long enough,” she heard her Master sneer as she didn't respond as when he started raising his hands, she followed suit, looking bored all the while.
"Hands in the air!"
This was getting far to predictable as Zaeram's senses trailed off as the lead guard then yelled for weapons to be lowered and it took a bit of resolve not to yawn. She noted that Shari was also raising her hands in the air, again Zaeram tilted her horned head ever so slightly wondering just what was going on with her. The wind brought the faintest whispers to the Shark's ears that sounded like her moaning as she leveled her non-existent gaze on the female Guard that had her weapons trained on Zaeram as she inclined her head politely as if to say 'Hello' while keeping her clawed hands high up in the air.
"After you're done restraining us, would one of you be so kind to check on the woman by the fire."
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Echo of the Past
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2018 15:27:13 GMT -5
The girl resists the urge to level the rifle towards the male, trembling in frustration. Kat called her a 'Rat' once, and at the time the word was meant as a compliment. Though the Demon Hunter's voice is laced with sarcasm, seething with the sick connotation of what it meant to be, 'Rat.'
She could have kicked her beast on top of that, as pleased as she was he made his grand return. Not listening to his master, and at a time like this? She curses the damn vendor that gave him his original name, curses herself for not being a decent beast-trainer.
Even now, with the echoing sound of armor and heavy footsteps, Karrii cannot bring herself to smile. her plan had worked, but as Fellen had stated, it had "Took them long enough." Both hands seize her gun, and she throws it- hard, onto the ground. Both gloved hands lift, parallel with her head while her dark gaze narrows intensely at the demon hunters.
She doesn't recognize the voices shouting at them, barking orders that she obeys readily. At least now, Shari'Adune was safe.
Or at least as safe as she could be in the presence of the damned predators.
Scout's snarl lowers to a deep, throaty growl, his ears perking at the clinking armor, though his gaze never leaves his master's target. He's had experience with the Stormwind guard, and knows they are no threat to his human, even as a shield and sword are levied in her direction.
"The Kal'Dorei is with me." she offers quickly, just in case it could appear otherwise to these men- and woman.
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