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[The communicator dangles from someone's belt, flipping on and showing the path he takes. The person is on the back of what appears to be a horse, the black beast's head encased in leather.]
Where...Midnight, where did you lead me? This isn't Ashenvale! Darkshore, then, perhaps.
[The familiar voice of Duibhin is heard. The horse whinnies, tossing her head...Horses aren't supposed to have eyes of glowing green fire are they? Or...fangs? Oh well, he does attract weird ones.]
Well, we'll just turn around then, and it shouldn't be long before we're back where-
[There's a sudden commotion as (once more) every new pet and mount he's acquired decides to break free, bolting away. Talbuks run past the rearing horse, and perhaps a draconic form (or three) is seen as a quick and tiny blot in the sky.]
Wait! Come back! Damn it all! Midnight, I-
[And the elf stills. This is too familiar, too much like a dream he remembers from months before. He stills, gloved hand dropping, to his saddle and instead clasping on the communicator.]
This, then...
[Familiar eyes are seen through a very distinct metal helm that rather looks like a mask. The rest of him is dressed in a white robe, what's visible at least. And oh, the look in those green eyes is murderous.]
You. You creatures. No-
[It's all sinking in now. He's back in Demeleier. A few days here, but back home, back where he belonged, over five months.]
No. No I-
But I was, I thought-
Send me back! You cannot just rip me away! Not now! Send me back!
My pets...my friends...
[And a softly uttered word as he slumps, dropping the communicator to the ground. Have a demonic horsie face snuffling at the screen as Duib whispers.]
Beras...
Where...Midnight, where did you lead me? This isn't Ashenvale! Darkshore, then, perhaps.
[The familiar voice of Duibhin is heard. The horse whinnies, tossing her head...Horses aren't supposed to have eyes of glowing green fire are they? Or...fangs? Oh well, he does attract weird ones.]
Well, we'll just turn around then, and it shouldn't be long before we're back where-
[There's a sudden commotion as (once more) every new pet and mount he's acquired decides to break free, bolting away. Talbuks run past the rearing horse, and perhaps a draconic form (or three) is seen as a quick and tiny blot in the sky.]
Wait! Come back! Damn it all! Midnight, I-
[And the elf stills. This is too familiar, too much like a dream he remembers from months before. He stills, gloved hand dropping, to his saddle and instead clasping on the communicator.]
This, then...
[Familiar eyes are seen through a very distinct metal helm that rather looks like a mask. The rest of him is dressed in a white robe, what's visible at least. And oh, the look in those green eyes is murderous.]
You. You creatures. No-
[It's all sinking in now. He's back in Demeleier. A few days here, but back home, back where he belonged, over five months.]
No. No I-
But I was, I thought-
Send me back! You cannot just rip me away! Not now! Send me back!
My pets...my friends...
[And a softly uttered word as he slumps, dropping the communicator to the ground. Have a demonic horsie face snuffling at the screen as Duib whispers.]
Beras...