Post by Shari'Adune Forestsong on Feb 14, 2018 15:10:51 GMT -5
It seemed like she had been running for days without rest. Bounding through the forest of Teldrassil with what felt like the devil on her heels. She didn’t dare look behind her, her wide eyes were fixated on some indiscernible point in the distance that she didn’t seem to be able to get to.
Her lungs burned for air as her nostrils flared and hooves beat into the earth, kicking up good sized chunks behind her. White fluffy tail was fully erect, a silent flag of fear, a signal to run!
A loud bray filled the suffocating silence when she opened her mouth, calling, searching, crying for someone, anyone.
Branches whipped by, stinging her hide, her legs, pieces getting caught in her coat making her appear like a truly wild beast of the forest.
Ahead she noticed a bank, she would have to jump. Snorting, her muscles tensed to carry her over the hill, however when she cleared it her hooves found nothing to support her. She was falling into complete blackness.
Shari’s mind screamed for Elune. A bolt of pure white light erupted from the sky shining down upon her like moon fire. It cleared her mind enough for her to find flight. A true Druid of the Talon she drew upon the Raven, becoming the form so dear to her dear in a cloud of sparkling mist. Deep midnight blue wings reached into the darkness as the light from above faded. The air itself seemed to catch her form on invisible hands. Yet she still could not see where she was going.
Then it became clear, she suddenly knew what the desperate rush was for… she was looking for him. Her Shan’do, her Owner, her love. “Amallah!” she cawed shrilly, her stiff tail feathers slicing hard to the right as she turned blindly.
Down below she caught sight of a faint glow. Peering frantically toward it she altered her course to intercept a rapid flapping of feathers marking her adjustment.
As she neared she saw it was a moon well. Oh thank Elune, a moon well. The water sparkled gently, slowly calming her rapidly beating heart.
And then she saw him, sitting with her back to her, wearing a black swashbuckler’s shirt and worn leather pants. His long deep blue hair was blowing gently in an unfeeling breeze, the feather she had given him moving as if to show where the other tendrils of hair where to go.
Shan’do. It was really him. At last!
She fought against the unfelt breeze that was turning into heavy gusts of wind. It was like she was flying in place against an unseen barrier. Harder and harder she flapped her wings that being the only sound besides the beating of her heart which thundered loudly in her ears.
It wasn’t until Amallah stood and stepped into the moon well, that she was set free of her invisible bonds taking her close enough to the well to reclaim her Kaldorei form.
Joyfully she leapt into the sparkling cool water; her thin little arms open wide as she came close enough to circle them about his waist, hands pressing against his back becoming lost in his hair.
Sobs began to wrack her body as she turned her face into his broad chest inhaling his scent. He reached up and began to pet her head as he always did.
“Where have you been, Shan’do!? I have been so very worried about you! Please say something, I have missed your voice so much!” she cried through hiccups, her tears soaking into his shirt.
A soft rumble began in his chest, a sound which she had become familiar with as his murmur of approval- but then a warmth at her feet made her look down.
To her horror, the moon well water had turned to blood. Sickeningly warm, fresh blood. The smell made her gag. When she brought the back of her hand to her nose she found it wet… with blood.
Squeaking in alarm she blinked and pulled back enough from Amallah to look up into his handsome face for the first time. His eyes were closed as if he were dreaming, but they were oozing blood which was pooling down over his cheeks, his jaw to his collarbone and finally down his chest. His long thick hair was also soaked black.
Stumbling backward a few steps she swiped at her face as it was suddenly wet from where she had had it pressed into his chest.
“W-w-w… “ Lower lip trembling, tears creating clear lines over her stained face she stared at his closed eyes begging for explanation.
His hands fell limply to his sides and his lips began to jerk faintly, then twitch… before they pulled into a sick smile filled with pointy teeth. Blood poured from between the clenched teeth.
As Shari screamed his eyes snapped open glowing a bright red- staring right…into…her …soul.
“NOOOO!” she wailed as she bolted up in bed soaked in a cold sweat. Panting she blinked around the little home she had decided to bed down in in Val’sharah. The covers had been kicked off the bed, the pillows long forgotten somewhere on the floor.
“No…” she squeaked again tentatively touching at her face. Finding it went she yelped and drew back her hand to inspect it, able to see it well enough even in the dimly lit room. It was sweat. Just sweat.
Clutching the hand to her collar she bowed her head and swallowed thickly trying to center herself. It had just been a nightmare.
That’s when she felt something strange about her collar, both hands flew to it, nimble fingertips sliding around the cool metal to find it was no longer a continuous band… it had opened. The adornments on her wrists had already fallen off, a glance through tears confirmed the anklets were also open.
Amallah was dead.
Her lungs burned for air as her nostrils flared and hooves beat into the earth, kicking up good sized chunks behind her. White fluffy tail was fully erect, a silent flag of fear, a signal to run!
A loud bray filled the suffocating silence when she opened her mouth, calling, searching, crying for someone, anyone.
Branches whipped by, stinging her hide, her legs, pieces getting caught in her coat making her appear like a truly wild beast of the forest.
Ahead she noticed a bank, she would have to jump. Snorting, her muscles tensed to carry her over the hill, however when she cleared it her hooves found nothing to support her. She was falling into complete blackness.
Shari’s mind screamed for Elune. A bolt of pure white light erupted from the sky shining down upon her like moon fire. It cleared her mind enough for her to find flight. A true Druid of the Talon she drew upon the Raven, becoming the form so dear to her dear in a cloud of sparkling mist. Deep midnight blue wings reached into the darkness as the light from above faded. The air itself seemed to catch her form on invisible hands. Yet she still could not see where she was going.
Then it became clear, she suddenly knew what the desperate rush was for… she was looking for him. Her Shan’do, her Owner, her love. “Amallah!” she cawed shrilly, her stiff tail feathers slicing hard to the right as she turned blindly.
Down below she caught sight of a faint glow. Peering frantically toward it she altered her course to intercept a rapid flapping of feathers marking her adjustment.
As she neared she saw it was a moon well. Oh thank Elune, a moon well. The water sparkled gently, slowly calming her rapidly beating heart.
And then she saw him, sitting with her back to her, wearing a black swashbuckler’s shirt and worn leather pants. His long deep blue hair was blowing gently in an unfeeling breeze, the feather she had given him moving as if to show where the other tendrils of hair where to go.
Shan’do. It was really him. At last!
She fought against the unfelt breeze that was turning into heavy gusts of wind. It was like she was flying in place against an unseen barrier. Harder and harder she flapped her wings that being the only sound besides the beating of her heart which thundered loudly in her ears.
It wasn’t until Amallah stood and stepped into the moon well, that she was set free of her invisible bonds taking her close enough to the well to reclaim her Kaldorei form.
Joyfully she leapt into the sparkling cool water; her thin little arms open wide as she came close enough to circle them about his waist, hands pressing against his back becoming lost in his hair.
Sobs began to wrack her body as she turned her face into his broad chest inhaling his scent. He reached up and began to pet her head as he always did.
“Where have you been, Shan’do!? I have been so very worried about you! Please say something, I have missed your voice so much!” she cried through hiccups, her tears soaking into his shirt.
A soft rumble began in his chest, a sound which she had become familiar with as his murmur of approval- but then a warmth at her feet made her look down.
To her horror, the moon well water had turned to blood. Sickeningly warm, fresh blood. The smell made her gag. When she brought the back of her hand to her nose she found it wet… with blood.
Squeaking in alarm she blinked and pulled back enough from Amallah to look up into his handsome face for the first time. His eyes were closed as if he were dreaming, but they were oozing blood which was pooling down over his cheeks, his jaw to his collarbone and finally down his chest. His long thick hair was also soaked black.
Stumbling backward a few steps she swiped at her face as it was suddenly wet from where she had had it pressed into his chest.
“W-w-w… “ Lower lip trembling, tears creating clear lines over her stained face she stared at his closed eyes begging for explanation.
His hands fell limply to his sides and his lips began to jerk faintly, then twitch… before they pulled into a sick smile filled with pointy teeth. Blood poured from between the clenched teeth.
As Shari screamed his eyes snapped open glowing a bright red- staring right…into…her …soul.
“NOOOO!” she wailed as she bolted up in bed soaked in a cold sweat. Panting she blinked around the little home she had decided to bed down in in Val’sharah. The covers had been kicked off the bed, the pillows long forgotten somewhere on the floor.
“No…” she squeaked again tentatively touching at her face. Finding it went she yelped and drew back her hand to inspect it, able to see it well enough even in the dimly lit room. It was sweat. Just sweat.
Clutching the hand to her collar she bowed her head and swallowed thickly trying to center herself. It had just been a nightmare.
That’s when she felt something strange about her collar, both hands flew to it, nimble fingertips sliding around the cool metal to find it was no longer a continuous band… it had opened. The adornments on her wrists had already fallen off, a glance through tears confirmed the anklets were also open.
Amallah was dead.
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