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Dawn of the Dragon	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fourteen
When his wyvern landed at Thrallmar, Dashiell hopped off and stretched, scanning everything around him while he pretended to stifle a yawn. When Karidormi joined him, he gestured toward a hut near the back of the small village. "They keep their mounts sheltered, since there are monsters out here who'd view an unprotected worg as a tasty morsel."
"I don't have any gold." Karidormi said.
"We won't need it."
"We aren't stealing them, are we?"
"No," Dashiell said lightly, "we're going to borrow them."
A quick glance at her face told him that she knew exactly what he was going to do - and he took her thin-lipped narrow-eyed glower for silent approval. Dashiell gave her a quick grin and pointed toward the northern exit of the village. Karidormi sighed. "Fine." She said. "I'll wait over there."
"I won't be long."
She gave him a long look, then turned and started walking. Dashiell blew out a long sigh and started toward the own where the riding wolves waited. He really wasn't sure how to go about obtaining two wolves for him and Karidormi. From his experience, wolves were creatures who you gave a wide berth and plenty of respect, otherwise they'd eat you. One does not simply order a wolf to do his bidding. Or so Dashiell figured the saying went.
He chose a spot close by the pen in order to observe the mounts for a while. He watched how their handlers took care of them, and how other people offered themselves to the wolves, hoping that maybe Fluffy would like them. He also watched how gold exchanged hands, and Dashiell thought about plenty of other things he could spend that amount of gold on, rather than some furry beastie. Still, Karidormi couldn't be expected to carry all of them. She probably would've been willing to carry Dashiell, but now that they'd added two brats and a night elf bitch he doubted that they'd get very far before someone annoyed the dragon enough that she simply shook them all off.
Of course, maybe he was being unfair to Karidormi. She had, after all, saved his life and hadn't exactly tossed him to the proverbial wolves in order to continue her journey on her own. And she hadn't asked him to come with her, really. He could leave at any time he wanted. But being with her was safer than being on his own, and if there was danger chasing them, then he'd have better odds facing it with someone backing him up. Dashiell lifted his head and looked toward Kari's silhouette. He almost wished that he didn't know she was a dragon. She was pretty, with long blonde hair and golden-green eyes that sparkled with her every emotion. She didn't have the exotic beauty that most female elves had, and he wondered if she'd done that on purpose, in order to be able to move around with no one recognizing who - or what - she was.
Movement caught his attention. The keeper of the wolves was moving away, probably to get food for the beasts or relieve himself, whatever might be the case. Seeing the opportunity, Dashiell started for the pen. He crouched low, and pulled the sight shield over himself, disappearing from sight. He continued to creep toward the pen, barely letting out the barest of sighs as he reached the first stall.
The wolf there was a tawny thing, furry and friendly-looking. She knew something was there with her, and her eyes focused on the invisible rogue. Her jaw opened, revealing sharp teeth and a long wet tongue. Dashiell offered her his hand, and after a cursory sniff, she licked his knuckles. He said nothing to her, only scratched her chin as he untied her. As soon as she was free, she shook her great head and looked at Dashiell in askance. He gestured for her to wait, checked on the keeper of the mounts, then quickly turned to the wolf beside the tawny one. This one was big and mean-looking. He had rough black fur and a white stripe streaking down his chest, which made him look quite intimidating. He eyed the invisible rogue with piercing yellow eyes, but did nothing more than twitch his tail and look at the tawny female. Dashiell quickly untied him and gently pulled on the reins wound around his muzzle. At first the black wolf resisted, but eventually followed Dashiell and the tawny female out of the pen. Maybe it was the promise of fel boar that got him moving. Dashiell didn't much care.
He joined Karidormi quickly and urged her to mount one of the wolves. He eyed her as she swung up onto the back of the black wolf without any preamble. When she just looked at him, he shrugged and pulled himself onto the tawny wolf's back. He gave a quick command, and they were soon racing out of Thrallmar to the north, where they would meet up with Anduin, Wrathion, and Shandris.
Karidormi slowly eased her wolf from a run to a walk as they reached the appointed meeting place. She and Dashiell were the only ones there, a fact she wasn't surprised about. She wasn't sure what Anduin would have to do to get mounts, or if he would even be able to get out of Honor Hold in a decent amount of time. She was resigned to wait and sighed quietly.
"Must've been a nice place once, huh?" Dashiell commented, dismounting from his wolf.
Karidormi did the same, stroking her wolf's black fur. "It seemed like it would be full of life. It's shame, what happened."
"I don't think they were thinking about that at the time."
"Some were."
Dashiell looked at her, about to ask how she could be so sure, then remembered she was a bronze dragon. Of course she'd know. He should've too, if he ever paid attention to his own history. Go’el came from parents who defied the leaders of their people; the entire Frostwolf clan defied the ideas and practices of Gul'dan, and were exiled for it. He looked away. "So, how long do we wait?"
"As long as we have to. They won't leave us waiting."
"How can you be so sure?"
Karidormi looked at him for a long moment. "You have a hard time trusting others, don't you?"
"My life hasn't exactly been sunshine and roses." Dashiell replied. He folded his arms over his chest and stared back toward Thrallmar, watching the sky around the village darken as an assault began. "I never really fit in with my family, so growing up was more like simply trying to survive to the next day. And my older brother was such a pain in the ass, such a freaking golden boy that... Well, when the opportunity came, I left. Never really went home again, but learned enough to carry a grudge anyway, I guess."
"None of what happened was the fault of our companions."
"No, but they make it so easy to pick on them. Especially the night elf."
Karidormi shook her head and sighed. "You really should learn to get along with other people. It's when we cooperate that we're at our strongest."
"Do you honestly believe that the Horde and the Alliance will ever work together if there isn't some nasty evil beastie trying to destroy us all?"
Karidormi never got a chance to answer. The lightning bolt hit her square in the chest, sending her flying backwards to the red dirt. Dashiell cursed and immediately crouched, letting the tawny wolf and her companion do what they would, which was race toward the two approaching wolves with such speed and viciousness that the two Orc shamans were forced to dismount mid-stride, hitting the ground minutes before the four wolves collided in a sea of sharp teeth and flying fur.
Dashiell hurried to Karidormi's side. There wasn't anywhere to hide out here, and he didn't have many options when it came to close combat. He could vanish, but they'd seen him and knew he was there. They'd be expecting an attack from behind or in their blind spots. He touched her shoulder, trying to rouse her, watching the shaman come closer. Karidormi gave a soft groan, so he knew she wasn't dead, but she wasn't going to be of much help until she recovered.
Dashiell gripped one dagger in his left hand and vanished from sight. He took off at a flat run, gritting his teeth and wondered just what in the hell he was getting himself into.
He reached the shamans and struck, only to feel his blade scrape along an earthen shield. The shaman turned and Dashiell caught sight of a mace seconds before it hit his crossed daggers, slamming his forearms back into his face and shattering the sight shield he'd had around himself. Dashiell flew back into the air and hit the ground, sending up a cloud of red dust into the air. He gave a sharp cry at the feeling of pain and rolled to the side, just before the other shaman's flame scored the red earth where he'd been laying. He jumped to his feet and rushed for Kari, ignoring the blood streaming from his nose. He slid to a stop in front of the bronze dragon, who was just starting to come around, and leveled his daggers at the two shamans.
He hated that he couldn't see their faces beneath the wolf hoods they wore. He hated that all he could see was sharp grins that mirrored each other for viciousness and sadistic glee. He sucked in air and blood through his nose, then spat it out into the red dirt. "Attacking defenseless women has become your favorite pastime now?"
The male Orc burst out laughing. "Defenseless? That woman, as you call it, is hardly defenseless. I don't know about you, rogue, but when I go into a fight, I take out the ones that'll kill me first."
Dashiell hissed as he recognized the voice. "Mogrul. I didn't think you jumped when Khargol snapped his fingers."
Mogrul laughed. "Who said anything like that? I'm here to kill you and that dragon bitch before she screws up any more of Khargol's plans." He paused as the female leaned up and whispered something to him. "So where's the rest of your band? The human boy and the night elf? Oh, and the other boy, the dark skinned one. I'd really like to have a chat with him."
Before Dashiell could answer, a ball of light shot past his shoulder and smashed into Mogrul's chest. While it didn't have the same effect as his lightning bolt had on Kari, the orb of light still shattered his earth shield and knocked him flat on the ground. Dashiell turned his head slightly, keeping the two shaman in his peripheral while he tried to find the source of the orb. Karidormi stood on shaking legs, one hand pressed to her chest while the other was held straight out, fingers splayed and her palm slightly smoking. Her expression wasn't one that belonged on an elves face - her teeth were bared in a vicious snarl, and her eyes had narrowed to slits as they glared what had to be hate at the two shaman. Dashiell felt his stomach quiver. Why do I always forget that she isn't a blood elf?
Karidormi took a step forward, golden sand coalescing around her body. "If you lay one finger on Wrathion I will make sure it will be the last thing you do!"
Mogrul burst out laughing. "Wrathion? That brat's Wrathion?" He grinned widely, nudging his companion. "That's the Prince."
"I guess after we finish with these two we'll have to pay our respects." Hissed out the female shaman.
"We can do a lot more than that." Laughed Mogrul. He focused on Karidormi and grinned. "How much do you think we'll get for bringing back a prize like the Prince?"
Dashiell looked at the two shaman like they were insane. They were, literally, provoking a dragon. And Karidormi obliged them. One minute, she was standing behind Dashiell, and the next she simply blinked out of existence. She reappeared right in front of Mogrul and the female shaman, and the moment she did, she unleashed the sand that had gathered around her. The two shaman were momentarily stunned by the golden whips crashing against their shields. The sand made short work of the earth shields, and Dashiell watched in a mix of awe and horror as Karidormi began a spell assault on the two shaman. Sensing that he'd only get in her way, Dashiell remained where he was, tense and anxious.
Karidormi was a vicious attacker. Each time either shaman attempted to move, sand was there as a living, writhing creature. It snapped and whipped around, blocking escape, and when it seemed like the shaman were going to attack, it snapped toward their faces, disrupting their concentration. Dashiell watched in awe as Karidormi blended offense and defense together to make a continuous assault, leaving her enemies no time to recover. Then Mogrul moved one way and Karidormi focused on him.
In that moment of inattention, Dashiell saw the female Orc break away from Karidormi's vicious assault. She quickly assumed a ghost wolf form, and darted a good distance away. She quickly changed back and as she did, myriad totems dropped at her feet. Quickly, Dashiell took off running, knowing that if he didn't reach her in time, she was going to interrupt Karidormi's attack, and then act as a pocket healer for Mogrul. He was wrong. He was so wrong. He realized it the moment he saw her grin and tried to skid to a halt, tried to retreat.
Too late.
The fireball screaming toward him left him no room to dodge. His only choice was to keep going, to run directly at the fireball. At the last second, Dashiell dove. He hit the ground and covered his head, and felt the searing heat pass above him. As soon as he could, Dashiell rolled to his feet and lunged toward the female shaman. She was surprised to see him barreling toward her, and that worked in his favor. Dashiell twisted suddenly, unleashing a flurry of stabs and slices as she fought to regain control of the situation. Each time he saw her trying to cast a healing spell, he pressed his attack, effectively stun-locking her so she couldn't cast at all.
Then he heard Karidormi scream and his concentration broke. He turned away from the female shaman and watched time slow down as Karidormi was launched into the air by a fire elemental. He saw her hit the ground... And not get up. A hot crackle sounded behind him, and Dashiell's world suddenly upended. He hit the ground hard and rolled once. His body was entirely numb, and he could hear a sharp ringing in his ears. He couldn't curl his fingers, couldn't wiggle his toes. All he could do was stare at the two wolf-Orc faces that loomed over his own.
"You should've stayed with us, blood elf." Crooned the female shaman. "You could've been part of the greatest army to rule Azeroth, with the two greatest weapons anyone has ever seen."
Dashiell choked. He wasn't sure if he was cursing them or asking them what they meant. It didn't matter anyway. He blacked out, no longer able to withstand the pain coursing through his body. His last thought was about the three who had yet to appear, and hope they had enough sense not to.
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