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Rain clouds hung in the sky over the vales at the base of Mount Hyjal. Rain came down in a slow, steady, soaking drizzle. A storm crow was perched on a low branch. It was a mysteriously beautiful bird with dark feathers. Blacks, purples, dark blues covered its body. The only bright color that stood out was the thin yellow strips, one on either wing extending along the wingspan. Below the strong branches, a young night elf crouched, silently watching the storm crow; for hours he watched. Days, weeks, months were devoted to this single animal.
The druidic practice was still very young. Led by Cenarius, many night elves shunned the magical corruption that was festering in Azshara. the great and kind queen had become cold to all but her trusted highborne, the noble elves.
Aleros, still young tho this world, was not entirely learned of the corruptions of arcane magic. However, he had a keen sense for the great balance of the world. He had not known the kind queen, only in his time had he seen the results of arcana and had yet to be exposed to it himself.
He and the storm crow stared back and forth for hours, days. His body began to weaken from hunger. He became dizzy, weak, dazed, and began to fade into unconsciousness.
Awakening, he found himself perched upon a branch, right beside the stormcrow itself. It looked at him with curious eyes. His body was covered in feathers, he did not have fingers, but wings. In place of his feet were long slender talons. He was a stormcrow. Was this a dream induced by the hunger, his lack of sleep, or was it what he had been looking for... yes, this was it. He spread his wings and lept off the branch.
THUNK, the sound of a dagger blade embedding itself deep into a solid surface sounded right by his head.
"Oi, druid! Get your lazy cat ass up!" His glowing yellow eyes opened, right in front of the left eye was dagger sticking out of the bed mattress, a couple of his whiskers were cut short on the left side of his muzzle.
"If the innkeeper finds out, I'm not taking the blame," he growled lazily.
"You're always the one to blame, druid," Vegi sniggered. He turned his eyes in the direction of her voice. Her back was to him and her body was bare from the waist up. He saw the tattoo upon her backside, moving with the sway of her body as she adjusted some straps on her belt.
He arched his back, stretching his front legs out while emitting a yawn, his mouth opening wide and exposing a healthy row of gleaming white teeth. He surveyed the room for a bit, his eyes wandering over the structural supports of the dwarven room. He was about to jump off the bed when he heard Vegi's voice again.
"Fetch boy," she held out her hand as if she expected him to give her something. He saw that she had now put a leather tunic on, but the front remained unbuttoned, hanging wide open while just barely covering essential areas.
"Oi, druid, I said fetch." He looked puzzled until she pointed at the knife sticking out of the bed. He sige glanced it then gave her a you've-got-to-be-kidding look. Her palm still up, she curled her fingers as if wrapping them around something over and over.
Aleros let out a groaned then pushed himself so he was sitting on his hind quarters, his front paws on the bed. His eyes lowered and in no more than a second, his fur and the rest of his feline features melded into a tall, slender shape of a man. More precisely a night elf with light blue skin and long ears. His long shimmering white hair fell down his back, his chest muscular and his shoulders broad. The bluish skin varried in shade from one part of his body to another. The only clothing he wore was an ankle length druid's kilt in a wooden khaki color. His pupils remained as dark slits from his previous form, but as soon as he blinked them, his eyes were back to their fully yellow luminous color.
Aleros' arm reached to the dagger, grasping it in his hand. He threw it right at her head defiantly but she caught it without blinking.
"Good boy." Vegi had a triumphant and somewhat suggestive grin on her face. He grinned back in the same devious way.
His hand raised in front of his face, curling his fingers as sharp claws came out of the tips. His eyesight shifted from the claws to Vegi slowly. His voice rolling off his tongue low and smooth.
"Who are we killing today?"
"Emperor Thaurissan."
Aleros' striped frostsaber was roped up outside the giant iron gate of the dwarven capital city. Beside it, laying in the snow, was Vegi's dark nightsaber. Their ears flicked and they rose from sleep as they heard their masters approaching.
"We'll ride east through Dun Morogh, into the vicinity of Loch Modan. You think Thane there can handle it?" Aleros motioned to Vegi's nightsaber.
"Of course he can," Vegi didn't look at Aleros, who was already mounted on his frostsaber. She swung her leg neatly over the saddle, grabbing the reins, not missing a beat of the conversation. "He's tougher than you think." She quickly added, turning about before descending the steep incline into Dun Morogh.
The snow fell and danced through the morning air, the ground coated in the fluffy white powder year-round. The two tigers that trudged through the snow drifts left shallow paw prints in their wake.
The two rode through the morning, the sun shone through the clouds in tiny, thread-wide beam. Otherwise the sky was in dark clouds, the morning quiet save for the sounds of waking wildlife.
The path veered upward into the mountains, but quickly sloped down into a dark tunnel. Not even hesitating, the two plunged into the darkness on their mounts.
The druidic practice was still very young. Led by Cenarius, many night elves shunned the magical corruption that was festering in Azshara. the great and kind queen had become cold to all but her trusted highborne, the noble elves.
Aleros, still young tho this world, was not entirely learned of the corruptions of arcane magic. However, he had a keen sense for the great balance of the world. He had not known the kind queen, only in his time had he seen the results of arcana and had yet to be exposed to it himself.
He and the storm crow stared back and forth for hours, days. His body began to weaken from hunger. He became dizzy, weak, dazed, and began to fade into unconsciousness.
Awakening, he found himself perched upon a branch, right beside the stormcrow itself. It looked at him with curious eyes. His body was covered in feathers, he did not have fingers, but wings. In place of his feet were long slender talons. He was a stormcrow. Was this a dream induced by the hunger, his lack of sleep, or was it what he had been looking for... yes, this was it. He spread his wings and lept off the branch.
THUNK, the sound of a dagger blade embedding itself deep into a solid surface sounded right by his head.
"Oi, druid! Get your lazy cat ass up!" His glowing yellow eyes opened, right in front of the left eye was dagger sticking out of the bed mattress, a couple of his whiskers were cut short on the left side of his muzzle.
"If the innkeeper finds out, I'm not taking the blame," he growled lazily.
"You're always the one to blame, druid," Vegi sniggered. He turned his eyes in the direction of her voice. Her back was to him and her body was bare from the waist up. He saw the tattoo upon her backside, moving with the sway of her body as she adjusted some straps on her belt.
He arched his back, stretching his front legs out while emitting a yawn, his mouth opening wide and exposing a healthy row of gleaming white teeth. He surveyed the room for a bit, his eyes wandering over the structural supports of the dwarven room. He was about to jump off the bed when he heard Vegi's voice again.
"Fetch boy," she held out her hand as if she expected him to give her something. He saw that she had now put a leather tunic on, but the front remained unbuttoned, hanging wide open while just barely covering essential areas.
"Oi, druid, I said fetch." He looked puzzled until she pointed at the knife sticking out of the bed. He sige glanced it then gave her a you've-got-to-be-kidding look. Her palm still up, she curled her fingers as if wrapping them around something over and over.
Aleros let out a groaned then pushed himself so he was sitting on his hind quarters, his front paws on the bed. His eyes lowered and in no more than a second, his fur and the rest of his feline features melded into a tall, slender shape of a man. More precisely a night elf with light blue skin and long ears. His long shimmering white hair fell down his back, his chest muscular and his shoulders broad. The bluish skin varried in shade from one part of his body to another. The only clothing he wore was an ankle length druid's kilt in a wooden khaki color. His pupils remained as dark slits from his previous form, but as soon as he blinked them, his eyes were back to their fully yellow luminous color.
Aleros' arm reached to the dagger, grasping it in his hand. He threw it right at her head defiantly but she caught it without blinking.
"Good boy." Vegi had a triumphant and somewhat suggestive grin on her face. He grinned back in the same devious way.
His hand raised in front of his face, curling his fingers as sharp claws came out of the tips. His eyesight shifted from the claws to Vegi slowly. His voice rolling off his tongue low and smooth.
"Who are we killing today?"
"Emperor Thaurissan."
Aleros' striped frostsaber was roped up outside the giant iron gate of the dwarven capital city. Beside it, laying in the snow, was Vegi's dark nightsaber. Their ears flicked and they rose from sleep as they heard their masters approaching.
"We'll ride east through Dun Morogh, into the vicinity of Loch Modan. You think Thane there can handle it?" Aleros motioned to Vegi's nightsaber.
"Of course he can," Vegi didn't look at Aleros, who was already mounted on his frostsaber. She swung her leg neatly over the saddle, grabbing the reins, not missing a beat of the conversation. "He's tougher than you think." She quickly added, turning about before descending the steep incline into Dun Morogh.
The snow fell and danced through the morning air, the ground coated in the fluffy white powder year-round. The two tigers that trudged through the snow drifts left shallow paw prints in their wake.
The two rode through the morning, the sun shone through the clouds in tiny, thread-wide beam. Otherwise the sky was in dark clouds, the morning quiet save for the sounds of waking wildlife.
The path veered upward into the mountains, but quickly sloped down into a dark tunnel. Not even hesitating, the two plunged into the darkness on their mounts.