Post by Sarania on Nov 8, 2011 23:12:14 GMT -5
((It should be stated here that Sarania has no memory of the first portion of the story here, but I posted it for foreshadowing purposes.))
Liav had been watching the human female for quite some time now. He hadn’t meant to. She sat a few feet away under a tree in Nagrand, slowly turning the pages of a book that she couldn’t possibly be reading; her milk-white eyes stared blankly off into nowhere. Liav had, for some reason, become captivated by her unnatural calm, by her eyes, by the methodical page turning. It almost didn’t seem fair to kill her as she sat unarmed and alone. She looked somewhat frail, but healthy. She looked like someone who had experienced too much in her lifetime. He may have felt a stirring of emotion as he moved his lips to start casting, but compassion was not in his nature.
“Utter another word, blood elf, and you may find me to be a more formidable opponent than you anticipated.”
Liav stopped. How did she know he was there? She hadn’t moved, nor changed her expression, save to speak those few words to him. He noticed, then, that small traces of flame had begun to coil themselves around her fingers, and slowly stepped toward her.
“Be smart, rather than proud, and take the opportunity I’ve given you to save yourself the anguish.”
Liav smirked at her arrogance. A frail, blind, human warlock had the audacity to think she could even touch him. He took another step toward her and froze when his eyes met hers, as they now appeared to be trained directly on him. Where there had been blank, white orbs only moments before, there was now blackness. Nothing. Not a space where her eyes should have been, but another entity entirely; a void, a darkness that seemed to live, to move, and that threatened to swallow him whole at any moment. A darkness unlike anything he’d ever felt. Yet, as always, his pride was more important than his fear. As he began to whisper the words to a spell, he screamed in agony and fell to the ground clutching his face. She walked slowly over to him and placed her hand on his, sending tiny rivulets of gold-tinged magic through to the flesh beneath. Liav looked up to see her eyes had returned to their placid state.
“I would rather not have caused you pain, but it appears that the blow to your ego was most effective. No amount of healing magic will remove those scars. I advise you to leave me in peace now, as you see how well threaten-”
Liav grinned evilly as she went silent, her mouth still slightly open. It was a shame she was blind, he would have loved to see her eyes change as he deftly slid his dagger into her side. “You may be fast, human, but your arrogance impedes you. However,” he whistled for his drake to descend from his perch, and then whispered in her ear, “It has proven most fortunate for me.”
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Sarania slowly opened her eyes, trying to see any faint recognizable energy in the room around her. Where am I? What happened? “Ah, there you are…” she heard a deep, gentle voice immediately to her left. She tried to focus on the sounds and smells of her surroundings, but it was almost impossible. There was a searing pain in her right side. How was I wounded? She parted her lips to speak, but was interrupted by a finger placed upon them. She recognized the flesh. Blood elf. “Shhh. You don’t need to speak. You’re all right. I found you bleeding in Nagrand, with your belonging scattered all about. It seems someone may have taken your valuables. I brought you back to my home to care for you until your strength returns.” I didn’t have anything valuable but my journals. Oh, gods, my journals. Sarania tried to speak again, but couldn’t. “Here. Have some water.” The blood elf gently lifted her head and brought a small cup of water to her lips. As skeptical as Sarania was, she was thirsty, and so she drank, surprised to find a moment of comfort in such a suspicious situation. The blood elf leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Trust me.”
Sarania’s eyes snapped open. The same dream again. Liav. She felt the familiar pangs of sorrow as she remembered his voice. It had been weeks since she'd last been in his presence. He said to wait. He said he'd be back. As she lay in bed, sheets clinging to her sweaty form, she decided she had waited long enough. She had to leave. She had to find him or find something else familiar or else lose her mind. She had long since left all of her former friends behind, and she knew to think that anyone even cared to see her after the trouble she had unwittingly caused by succumbing to Onikriss was unreasonable, but she had no choice. She was heading back to Stormwind. First thing in the morning she would gather her things and go. It was going to be a long ride, and she needed rest.
As soon as she fell back asleep Liav walked to the bedside and brushed her hair away from her face. It had taken months to perfect a spell that would make his presence unknown to her. A soft spot for her had made it's way into his cold heart, and it made him sick to deceive her this way, but before he could get what he needed he had to test her obedience. He wanted her to stay, to wait until he felt enough time had passed, but in the back of his mind he knew she wouldn't. She would leave and he would follow closely, watching and protecting her. Love was her obvious weakness, and it was the path he had chosen to take to win her over quickly and thoroughly. Love was the thing that compelled her to leave Stormwind to begin with, to keep her journals, to save him from burning even though she had cast the Incinerate spell to begin with. Liav reached up and felt the burn scars on his face, and a wave of fury washed over him as he remembered the pain. As quickly as the rage overcame him, it washed away again, and he gazed down upon her as she slept.
It was going to break his heart when he finally got around to killing her.
Liav had been watching the human female for quite some time now. He hadn’t meant to. She sat a few feet away under a tree in Nagrand, slowly turning the pages of a book that she couldn’t possibly be reading; her milk-white eyes stared blankly off into nowhere. Liav had, for some reason, become captivated by her unnatural calm, by her eyes, by the methodical page turning. It almost didn’t seem fair to kill her as she sat unarmed and alone. She looked somewhat frail, but healthy. She looked like someone who had experienced too much in her lifetime. He may have felt a stirring of emotion as he moved his lips to start casting, but compassion was not in his nature.
“Utter another word, blood elf, and you may find me to be a more formidable opponent than you anticipated.”
Liav stopped. How did she know he was there? She hadn’t moved, nor changed her expression, save to speak those few words to him. He noticed, then, that small traces of flame had begun to coil themselves around her fingers, and slowly stepped toward her.
“Be smart, rather than proud, and take the opportunity I’ve given you to save yourself the anguish.”
Liav smirked at her arrogance. A frail, blind, human warlock had the audacity to think she could even touch him. He took another step toward her and froze when his eyes met hers, as they now appeared to be trained directly on him. Where there had been blank, white orbs only moments before, there was now blackness. Nothing. Not a space where her eyes should have been, but another entity entirely; a void, a darkness that seemed to live, to move, and that threatened to swallow him whole at any moment. A darkness unlike anything he’d ever felt. Yet, as always, his pride was more important than his fear. As he began to whisper the words to a spell, he screamed in agony and fell to the ground clutching his face. She walked slowly over to him and placed her hand on his, sending tiny rivulets of gold-tinged magic through to the flesh beneath. Liav looked up to see her eyes had returned to their placid state.
“I would rather not have caused you pain, but it appears that the blow to your ego was most effective. No amount of healing magic will remove those scars. I advise you to leave me in peace now, as you see how well threaten-”
Liav grinned evilly as she went silent, her mouth still slightly open. It was a shame she was blind, he would have loved to see her eyes change as he deftly slid his dagger into her side. “You may be fast, human, but your arrogance impedes you. However,” he whistled for his drake to descend from his perch, and then whispered in her ear, “It has proven most fortunate for me.”
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Sarania slowly opened her eyes, trying to see any faint recognizable energy in the room around her. Where am I? What happened? “Ah, there you are…” she heard a deep, gentle voice immediately to her left. She tried to focus on the sounds and smells of her surroundings, but it was almost impossible. There was a searing pain in her right side. How was I wounded? She parted her lips to speak, but was interrupted by a finger placed upon them. She recognized the flesh. Blood elf. “Shhh. You don’t need to speak. You’re all right. I found you bleeding in Nagrand, with your belonging scattered all about. It seems someone may have taken your valuables. I brought you back to my home to care for you until your strength returns.” I didn’t have anything valuable but my journals. Oh, gods, my journals. Sarania tried to speak again, but couldn’t. “Here. Have some water.” The blood elf gently lifted her head and brought a small cup of water to her lips. As skeptical as Sarania was, she was thirsty, and so she drank, surprised to find a moment of comfort in such a suspicious situation. The blood elf leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Trust me.”
Sarania’s eyes snapped open. The same dream again. Liav. She felt the familiar pangs of sorrow as she remembered his voice. It had been weeks since she'd last been in his presence. He said to wait. He said he'd be back. As she lay in bed, sheets clinging to her sweaty form, she decided she had waited long enough. She had to leave. She had to find him or find something else familiar or else lose her mind. She had long since left all of her former friends behind, and she knew to think that anyone even cared to see her after the trouble she had unwittingly caused by succumbing to Onikriss was unreasonable, but she had no choice. She was heading back to Stormwind. First thing in the morning she would gather her things and go. It was going to be a long ride, and she needed rest.
As soon as she fell back asleep Liav walked to the bedside and brushed her hair away from her face. It had taken months to perfect a spell that would make his presence unknown to her. A soft spot for her had made it's way into his cold heart, and it made him sick to deceive her this way, but before he could get what he needed he had to test her obedience. He wanted her to stay, to wait until he felt enough time had passed, but in the back of his mind he knew she wouldn't. She would leave and he would follow closely, watching and protecting her. Love was her obvious weakness, and it was the path he had chosen to take to win her over quickly and thoroughly. Love was the thing that compelled her to leave Stormwind to begin with, to keep her journals, to save him from burning even though she had cast the Incinerate spell to begin with. Liav reached up and felt the burn scars on his face, and a wave of fury washed over him as he remembered the pain. As quickly as the rage overcame him, it washed away again, and he gazed down upon her as she slept.
It was going to break his heart when he finally got around to killing her.