Intervention

[Shari'Adune Forestsong]

((From an in game RP that happened awhile ago.. only now just got it edited. Many thanks to Thazrial for his help in her story line.))

Shari’Adune glances to her right feeling eyes upon her. Gooseflesh springs over her arms causing her to scowl and rub at them vigorously. Muttering under her breath her dimly glowing eyes dart around to note the approaching demon hunter. Hissing softly, her lips twitch away from her teeth. Drawing her legs under her, she stands and turns crisply, little hands drawn into tight fists as she begins to (try) to walk 'casually' in the opposite direction.

The Demon Hunter glanced to the direction of the hissing and lofted a brow. "The fel?" He asked quietly before inspecting the woman’s aura. He shook his head lightly as he began to follow and inspect her a little more closely. His lips curled into a grin and he cocked his head to the side, "Someone want to come out and play?" He asked in a slightly taunting tone as he stayed a few steps behind her around the city, one hand remaining on his sword.

The small druidess pauses in her stride, her head tilts slightly as if there was a bug on her shoulder to inspect. The woman's voice is raspy, deep. Annoyed. "Go play in a lava pool, demon hunter pig."

He shook his head letting out a gravel-like laugh, "No, I don't think I will. I think there's something or someone inside there that I'd very much like to meet. Tell me, what is your name?"

Shari jerks up her chin, "Do I look that stupid to you?-" pauses glancing down at her hands and snickers, "Perhaps I do. That cannot be helped... currently. Opportunity knocked, and all that. I'm sure you understand." Waves a hand in the air, "You will meet me in time... Everyone will. "

The male 's grin widened, "Awe, c'mon." he said still goading the woman. "I'm Thazrial. Just let me know your name at least. You might be able to trick most in this city but I see right through you." He inspected the woman's aura deeper. "Just a little friendly introduction, the dark and brooding 'Everyone will.' I like that, it's a nice touch."

She bristles at being followed by the hunter. Her voice however remains a dead monotone, though her gait becomes stiff, hands remaining clenched. "I am not speaking to 'try' and impress you. A proper introduction will happen .. in time. I was thwarted from my plans once before. Not this time, and not by the likes of you."

Thazrial nods, "Oh, you've got me all wrong. Thwarting plans is kind of my forte." He said with a devilish snicker. “Especially when it comes to the likes of you. But I prefer to play with my food before I eat it." His brow raised and he inquired, "Out of curiosity though, how did your plans get unraveled before?"

Shari stops dead, a soft growl in her throat. The growl suddenly becomes choked; a hand unclenches and moves to press at her right temple. A soft, trembling voice whispers, "P-Please... Sir... I am s-so sorr---" She gnashes at the air and jerks a hand in the form of a claw at him, "Back off. Lots of chew toys on Argus yet. Or better yet, go play with the warlocks' pets. Filthy little worms."

He gritted his teeth as the real woman tried to regain control for a moment but was pushed back. "I knew you wouldn't answer my question, I actually felt kind of stupid asking it but figured your kind is pretty dull-witted. Always boasting about power and how unstoppable you all are." Using the fel coursing through his veins he rushed towards the woman whispering something quickly, his hand still on his blade.

The female refuses to look 'up' at the much taller form of the elf, instead allows her eyes to glaze over and see through him. "You should be used to being stupid. Illidan chose the wrong side after all." Turning on her heel she brazenly presented her back to him and began to walk again. "I am unstoppable... They thought me dead, I cannot die."

Thaz placed a hand over his heart and tilted his head, his lips curling into a feigned frown, "Now that one hurt a little." He said picking up on the scents of corruption deeply seeded in the woman. "So they thought you were dead, hm? Did they all forget about you and your name and all the wicked things you've done so now you have something to prove?"

She hisses violently, the monotone dropped for just a moment, "I HAVE THINGS TO FINISH!" Clears her throat, thin shoulders rising and falling with a cleansing breath. When she speaks it is more to herself, "I knew it was a bad idea to come to this city... and yet, i had to watch. See all the smiles... the laughter; it makes the suffering and terror so much sweeter."

The Demon Hunter was a little taken back by the sudden outburst. "Keep it in your trousers. No need to yell. Right now you just have one hunter on your trail. Imagine how scared you'd be with a whole bunch of us after you." He said, still tailing the woman closely before shaking his head, "Though, on second thought, you'd probably still be an insufferable pain in the ass talking about the day you will have your revenge on us sorry S.O.B.s." He paused a moment, his grin returning to his face, "I'm right aren't I?"

“No need to follow me like a lost puppy either, pig.” She keeps walking stiffly, though as casually as possible. My time of 'talking' will come to an end soon enough, and you and all these fools will WISH all i was doing was just talking... Oh the things I have planned for this time around... “She snorts. “ I am not ~scared~ Demon Hunter. Far from it. I got this one when she was broken, so many others to collect...recruit...”

Thazrial shook his head, "The thing is though, I wouldn't try and attack you inside the city. So..." He lets out a rather drawn out sigh, "I have to follow you until we're outside. Then we can get much better acquainted with one another. Plus I need to make sure you don't try and do anything foolish while you're here. Think of me as your own personal escort around the... well my eyes aren't so good. Is this place beautiful? Let's say it is. Your own escort around the lovely city of Stormwind."

Shari snickers darkly, "Then perhaps I will stay inside the city. Watch you play lap dog to the boy king? It's not too late you know. You can still hedge your bets on a truly worthy Master. After past failures I am very...motivated to succeed this time… This little puppet is the first of many... many more.”

With a shake of his head he snorted, "I don't play lap dog to anyone. I don't really consider myself a part of the Alliance either... So in a way, we're both outcasts." He lifted a brow at the woman, "If I were to go about working for you, a truly worthy master, what would you have me do your majesty and future destroyer of worlds?" He couldn't hold back a chuckle as he spoke.

The woman bristles again, though her voice remains even. "First thing I would have you do is to go swim in a lava pool on Argus. Or anywhere would do. Fire is fire. Or maybe.. Get you to go plant a tree... But that's been done before."

He shakes his head, "Only if you come with me to Argus." He cast his gaze towards the guards on his right and gave a reassuring nod that nothing was wrong. Then pointed to Shari, making a motion with his hands that she's been drinking. "Just seeing her home." He said with a smile, his mask crinkling as his lips curled. "What do you say we go somewhere a little more romantic without so many prying eyes, dearest."

She stumbles a bit as she walks. After catching herself from hitting the ground, in an awkward position she straightens slowly, head bowed, voice faint and soft, "I am ...s-still.. here..s-so..tired.. Worthless.." Inhaling sharply the druidess clawed at her face leaving light red scratch marks down the front, the raspy deep voice returns- in Darnassian... “You sicken me to no end, worried the little worms might get i your way? One little peep from this waif and they will come to her aid. Then what would you do. Hmn?”

"Oh thank the fel I no longer need to talk in that brutish language.” He replied also switching to the Darnassian tongue. “You could peep away all you want and I could round up a few friends to convince a council of what you really are and your plans."

Shari’Adune eyes him up and down then laughs maniacally.

“I am done playing with you, humoring you... I hope you have felt like a big-boy tonight. You have no idea who you are talking to. Oh you might have an idea what I might be, but even that is as accurate as saying the sky is blue. You would be humbled to know who I am behind this little mask. “ She taps on her chest - talking to herself. “ Worthless little thing that he abandoned... “ Looks over to the demon hunter. “Even you will crack. And when you do, I will be there...” Smirks.

Thazrial shakes his head. "I haven't seen the sky in quite some time but I'm sure it's a little too late for it to be blue. But as far as calling me a big-boy, I thank you. That's the nicest thing you've said to me so far." He nods slowly and wags his finger in the air, "Aha! Abandonment issues. Sorry to hear that." He said with a soft snicker, "I'd love it if you were there, I'll show you these bones don't crack easily."

Shari rolls her eyes, scowling. The expression did not seem right on her face. "Ive been very nice this whole time. Letting you in on the fact you will be serving a worthy master soon." Shakes her head, "I have no interest in cracking your bones. What use to me would you be then? You will become my puppet. Just like she is, just like Fandral was."

“ See, that's where you're wrong. You aren't a worthy master and Fandral was killed without the help of our kind. You're up against a different enemy. I suggest you do your homework on me; I've devoted my life to learning about you. “ Thaz rolls his head on his shoulders, ”Though I don't totally hate the idea of letting you become powerful then ripping you from her body and infusing your power with mine. That sounds like it could be fun for everyone.”

“Listen to you. No matter the enemy I will prevail this time. I need not do any home work on ~you.~ You're a piece of excrement from Illidan's ass. You and all your kind. All the same. As for my power. You want to play, pig, come to my realm... I can't crush you in this form. But there, I can play in any form I want...” She purses her lips then puckers them and kisses. “See who dies, and who submits.”

Thazrial shook his head and couldn't help but to laugh as she insulted him. "Honestly, I think we would make great friends. You have a good sense of humor." He shivered as she blew him a kiss and shook his head. "Not right here, and not against her will. Don't worry though, we will have our chance to spend a little time together."

“Nothing is against this ones will if you own her.” She offers in a chiding tone, “Pathetic little thing. I had been hoping for more of a challenge... However her suffering was so delicious I had to indulge myself. “Shrugs lightly. ”We all have to start again somewhere...” Scoffs and turns to walk again. “I gave you an invitation to come visit me... personally. Bring all your friends... You will need them.”

Thaz chuckles and shrugs with a snap of his fingers, “Well, you made up my mind. First I thought,” Thaz places his hands on his hips heroically,”I shall consume your power and infuse your soul with mine! “He lowered his gaze and gritted his teeth flipping in front of the woman as she turned away. “But I won't let this one suffer and I won't bring friends. You've made your enemy and I'm not one to roll over. Our battle will be on to remember and savor.”

Shari’Adune cackled maniacally at the situation. “I've already had a battle to remember. A battle that went down in history. You hardly are worth a second thought.”

Thaz glowers, “Well by all means, don't rescind your invitation of letting me stop by your home. I'd like to give you a housewarming gift for eternity in the nether.”

The druidess hisses leaning in closer, "Oh it hasn't been rescinded." Her lips poignantly form each word, "While it would not be a battle to remember, I will certainly savor every moment of it, crushing your little body beneath my hoof." Shivers and grins in a sadistic manner, looking him up and down. "I imagine you will make a wonderful squishing sound. The same sound Illidan made," cocks her head to the side eyeing him piteously, "when he created you..."

Thazrial tries to boop the female on her nose. "Very sure of yourself aren't you? I am too." He made some squishing sounds with his voice, "Don't forget the bones too, they have a bit of a crunch or a snap." He cocked his head to the side folding his arms over his chest and asked, "So I've always found this part weird, are you a male in a females body or a female in a females body. I can never really be sure until I see your true form."

The woman doesn't move as he boops her on the nose, her expression remains emotionless, though she does glance briefly at the guards. Snapping this idiot’s finger would likely cause more unwanted attention. Inhaling sharply she bares her fangs at him, "You still have NO idea who I am do you? You stupid, pathetic fool. To ask a question like that. You have already seen my true form I am sure. However I can't say I remember you. Surprise, surprise."

His eye's widened, "Oh, you have fangs too?!" He pulled his mask down revealing a scar on the right side of his face that stretched from his mouth to his ear as well as fangs. "I usually only take this off on Hallows End for the kids. Spooky!" He jested before baring his teeth and hissing at the woman. He pulled his mask back up and says, "Um, hello?! I've been locked up for quite some time now but..." He paused a moment, "Sorry this might hurt a bit, I don't see you as very threatening. Nor powerful enough to corrupt one of the strongest druids in the world." He shrugged, "I could be wrong, and in that case I'll eat my words and you probably might maybe kill me, but hey, that's a part of the hunt." There was a thoughtful pause before he adds, “And I know your scent so hiding will be futile.”

“Stop would you... These guards likely think you are initiating some Demon Hunter mating ritual. Me, I was trying to be threatening. However that is hard to do when you're form is about as imposing as a down feather. Not only did I corrupt him, but other powerful ones as well... And let us not forget what happened to, "she stuck her lip out in a heavy, mocking pout, "poor , dear Ysera...”

Thazrial turned his gaze to the guards and switches to common for a moment, "Sorry about the hissing, it's a demon hunter mating ritual. Feel free to keep watching, she thinks the more the merrier!" He turned his gaze back to the demon and switches back to Darnassian to continue. “See, now it's out in the open and you can't be more embarrassed than you are now. Face your fears! Don't run from them. I can use feathers if you like a more sensitive touch but I think we should start with swords first and find out how soft each other likes it.” He shook his head trying to stop smiling. “I've heard stories and names of those in relation with Ysera but I guess I have to do some more reading. You like being cryptic.”

Shari palms her face at Thaz's words, her thin smile twitching to the left. For a brief moment her eyes flashed red... then faded back to the dim silver they were previously, "If you had been out of Illidan's ass long enough you would have known that it was I who corrupted The Dreamer... No one else. Turned her against her dearest friends making them kill her..." Scoffs and shakes her head, the scowl on her face fading- a single tear appearing to roll down her cheek. The tickle of it made her blink in surprise and tentatively touch a finger to it- Hand curling into a fist she snarled, "I am done with you for tonight, funny-boy. Clearly my puppet requires some further attention. Which I look forward to giving her."

The Demon Hunter shook his head, "You should probably keep that form then, you're much prettier like this. Kind of suits you well, considering you were made to be a little bitch." Placing both his hands on his face and gasps, "Reincarnation. You were defeated like a bitch and came back in the form of one... Poetic justice." He let out a hearty laugh, "C'mon. It's a little funny." He crossed his arms back over his chest placing himself in front of Shari, "You aren't going anywhere without me in tow, sweetheart so where are we off to? Do you need some rest? You're a lot smaller than I remember."

Shari snorts then chokes a bit and coughs, "Prettier? It is obvious you are blind. This creature is anything but pretty. It's a sad form really..." Plucks at her tabard wrinkling her nose in disgust. Take my word for it." Her face falls flat at Thaz's miserable attempt at humor. "Not funny ... in the slightest. Although, your attempt at posturing IS." Gestures vaguely at her expressionless face, "Look, I’m barely able to contain myself." Raises a brow at him, "I told you I had to deal with her so for that, ~yes~ she needs to be asleep for me to ... enjoy her."

Thaz turned his gaze to the guards. “The mating ritual was a success. Directions to the nearest inn are in order.”

The guard shook his head, unamused by Thaz's behavior.

Chuckling to himself the Demon Hunter continued in Darnassian to Shari, “Your comments, much like mine, don't offend one another. You have an uncanny way of making that sound extremely creepy. Enjoy her? That's shallow even for you but bending people against their will seems to be the only way you feel adequate so have fun... uh, forcing yourself. You're like what, twenty feet tall packing a peanut? I pity you.”

Shari glances at the guard with a flat stare, and then turns back to Thaz. "There is no force anymore... She has no fight left, and is so submissive naturally. It didn't take much, and doesn't take much.” She inhaled softly, ”If you spent less time trying to be funny and more time actually trying to act like a proper male then you might understand, and then I might tell you of ways I help to keep her in line as it would be quite an enjoyable thing to hear. But alas..." Gestures toward him, "You are... only what you are. And I am done wasting my time on you.” Her voice dropped to a purr, “If you feel the need to join me… Then by all means... Accompany me to the nearest area to rest. You can touch her body, but remember I ~own it~ and her precious little mind."

His eyes flared with fel fire, the tattoos on his body almost shining so brightly that it was nearly visible through his leather armor as it illuminated. His tone grew deep and stern, demonic, as he gnashed his teeth while speaking, "Wait until I liberate her of your pathetic control. I'll show you how dominant I can be and we will see how much of a submissive little bitch you turn into. Don't compare me to a real male, a real male can court a woman and she has the right to accept or refuse a Dom. Not leave them with no choice in the matter."

She raises a calm brow at him, knowing full well she had nothing to fear in this frail little body, standing next to the city's guards. "Oh, did i strike a little peanut sized nerve?" Snerks and extends her left foot and gingerly pulls up her robe. Leaning down a bit she tugs at the leather strap- causing the bell there to jingle, as she displays the tattoo underneath it- A black circle of thorns with stag horns in the middle, "A real male knows control without question. And she, being of a particular order, knows that... and obeys those with a similar tattoo, like a good little wench." Draws back her leg and allows her skirt to drop, "Don't speak of things you clearly don't understand. Useless though she is, her little mind has much juicy information that might cause your horns to uncurl if you were to learn of it all." Snickers and waves a hand at him dismissively, turning to head toward an inn.

Thazrial kept his gaze locked on Shari, accompanying her to the inn without a word. Once inside their room he closed the door, attempting to imprison the girl in demonic binds, hoping it would in turn keep the demon within from advancing on the female further. "A thief and rapist take what they want. You are both and deserve nothing. That is not a Dominant, you are just controlling to get what you want. There is a difference; it separates humanity from devils like you."

She would raise a brow as she is bound, "Says the one who is into bondage..." Snickering she closes her eyes, falling victim to the hands of her inner tormentor, the bonds of the Demon Hunter doing little to stop anything.

Thazrial sat up all night just watching Shari as he thought about different ways to break Xavius' hold on the female.