The Impulse of Fate
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,707
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
.Killing in the Name of.
Killing in the Name of
“Kael’thas, we have located our spy.” Two Undead rogues knelt down before the Blood Elf Prince. Red and gold designs led up to his massive throne. A wave of a jewel-covered hand from behind the curtains signaled that it was time for his duties to commence. The curtains parted and his many concubines scoffed and shuffled away from his side, disappearing into the catacombs.
“Oh?” He droned, in a deep, amused voice, “And where is he?”
“He seems to have found the Darnassian Spy, but has not reported it. In fact, he seems to be quite…taken with her.” One of the Undead spat.
“So, Scout Ezra…” The Prince’s elegant fingers drummed on the arm of his golden perch, “What have you done about the situation?” He grinned as he bit into a polished, red apple. The crunch echoed through the corridors.
“Well, your highness, I wanted to consult you on the matter first.” Ezra began to sweat, sensing his afterlife drawing to a close.
“Ah I see…and since when do you need my permission to kill Alliance members? Especially spies and traitors against the Horde.” He took another bite of the apple, juice spilling over his makeup-covered lip.
“I am sorry, Your Highness, it will not happen again.”
“You’re right…It won’t.” The Elf Prince snapped his fingers. Two Blood-Knights emerged from the shadow of his throne and picked the Undead up off his knees, spears to his throat. “Take him to the holding chambers…I think that will give him some time to think about where his loyalties lie.” The knights nodded and drug him off into the darkness. Ezra’s amber gaze flickered as he slid out of sight.
The Royal Elf eyed the second Undead warily. His face was hidden by a black mask. The High Elf grinned wide as his chosen assassin. “You know what to do.”
The Undead smirked, though it was hidden, “For the Horde, Sire.”
“Good…Now go.”
*****
I yawned and stretched, little particles of pollen glowed in the beams of light entering our cave. I looked to my side at her…My woman. She lay on her side, her lovely, toned back exposed. I traced the curve of her spine gently with my fingertips. Leaning in close, I trailed small kisses across her shoulder blade. She stirred, grumbling and curling up into a ball. I chuckled. “Isra…”
“Mmph…?”
“Morning.”
“Meh, whudever…” She mumbled into the sheets. I grinned and cuddled up behind her, kissing her hair.
“All right, you sleep, I’ll go make breakfast.” I stroked her side and she nodded against the pillow.
I exited our humble abode and looked to the sky; shielding my eyes with my hand. The sun shone brightly, but dark storm clouds hovered in the distance. I sighed, “Tut, tut looks like rain. I better cook fast” I strolled over to the iron cooking pot and lit a fire beneath it.
“Kurdt,” she stood in the doorway, rigid from head to toe.
“Ah!” She startled me a little, “Yea?”
“I smell something rotten.” She tilted her nose to the air, sniffing.
“Hey, I know I’m not the best cook, but that’s a little much.”
“No.” She grimaced, and then her lips pulled back into a snarl, “Something Undead.”
*****
The Undead scout’s deteriorating fingers clacked together as he pointed, “You men, take the east, my scouts will take west.”
“Do you want us to kill on sight, sir?”
The undead pulled his black mask down to reveal his decayed mouth, which drew back into a sickening grin. “No, I have a feeling the Prince will want them both alive. Capture them, beat them, whatever. Just leave them alive for the Price to deal with.”
“Yes sir,” the group of rouges stealthed off into the woods.
*****
Israfael hurried about the camp, putting on her armor and slipping any weapon she could find into her belt. I was confused, but I trusted her. I got out the armor she had bought before from the Tauren shopkeeper. It was black and finely made…thick but lightweight. I imagined it would do wonders for my agility. We rushed about, covering up our most recent traces. Isra perked up towards the wind again.
“They’re coming.” She threw her bolt of arrows over her shoulder.
“What do we do?”
“Burn this place down and leave.” She said harshly, placing a torch in the fire I had lit to make our breakfast. I didn’t know what to say. I had grown to love this place so much…and now war would take it away from us. Once again. She put the torch to the bed and curtains; anything flammable. We stood in the woods surrounding our home, watching the flames soar high. Isra spit on the ground then motioned toward Adia. They turned and began to run into the brush. I sprinted quickly after her. How dare they do this to us. Will we ever be free? Will we ever truly have a home? Peace? …Love?
“How close are they, Isra?”
“On our heels,” she said bluntly, without emotion. Her voice regained that smooth, grainy quality it once held. A shudder went down my spine. The clouds above us shook the ground with their thunder. It began to rain hard. I looked at the woman running in front of me with sad eyes, face soaked by the rain.
*****
The scouts arrived at a clearing in the woods. It was charred black, smoke rising up from the ground. A few flames lingered on the branches surrounding it.
“They were definitely here, sir. But it appears they caught wind of us.”
The Undead leader grinned as one of Isra’s golden threads floated by him. He snatched it out of the air and cuddled it to his face. “Smart, elf. But I was in the mood for a chase anyway.” He flung the thread to the ground and ground it into the dust with his bony foot.
“Sir, I found tracks. They went northeast.”
“Good job, scout. You three, head them off and wait for my signal. Let’s catch us some pretty elves today.”
The group darted off on the hot trail through the woods
*****
We stopped for a moment to catch our breath. Isra perched herself atop a tree, sniffing the air. “There’s a group behind us, Kurdt. But, it’s a small one. They must have sent the others in another direction.” She turned her head, eyes closed, searching for any scent from any other direction.
I know how the scouts think. But…what if I’m wrong? She’s depending on me to help her. I don’t want to lose this now. But can I trust myself?
“Isra, I think they will try to head us off.”
Her eyes narrowed down at me. “Well why you didn’t say so sooner, I do not know.”
“I’m just trying to think like a Horde spy.”
“That is what you are, after all.”
“Isra, don’t…”
“We’re going to fight. Wait here for the ambush.”
My mouth dropped open. Fight? A whole group of horde scouts? At least eight of them…Fine. She wants me to prove myself? Then I will do so now. I moved behind a tree and faded into the shadows. She did the same, just above me. Adia prowled around us, her sensitive nose to the air. I wished that I could read her mind…I wished…please don’t take this all away from me.
*****
The three Horde scouted around the area; signaling their positions to each other. And there they would wait for the leader to arrive. Two would go for the girl, one for the male elf.
The storm intensified.
The Undead leader and his troops approached the scene. He sauntered into the middle, in plain sight.
“Come out, elfies. The Horde wants to play. Oh, and to you Mr.Sunstrider, thanks for revealing the location.”
*****
I knew it. He ratted me out. I can’t trust anyone. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach…and looked down. No…no this can’t be right. I can’t be, not now. I can’t fight this way…Kurdt, Kurdt why…Why did you do this to me?
I’m done. I can’t. I can’t risk this life.
*****
I watched in horror as Israfael came down from the shadows. She stood facing the undead leader, and offered out her arms in submission; her eyes still aflame with defiance. What was she doing? She looked to me, her sapphire eyes blazed with fury, and agony. I flew out of the shadows and embraced her as though it would be the last time. She was stiff in my arms. I spoke quickly in Thalassian, knowing they would most likely kill me for this:
“It’ae nash kei….It’ae nash kei!!” I cried against her rigid skin, “Trea’sae badori kei! It’ae loura lu…It’ae sae’ra.”
‘It wasn’t me…it wasn’t me! Please believe me! I love you… I’m sorry.’
//There's a lot more to come. I'd prefer to take my time but I'm just so excited, hehe. Feedback is nice, yup ^^. Intense stuff on the way.//
“Kael’thas, we have located our spy.” Two Undead rogues knelt down before the Blood Elf Prince. Red and gold designs led up to his massive throne. A wave of a jewel-covered hand from behind the curtains signaled that it was time for his duties to commence. The curtains parted and his many concubines scoffed and shuffled away from his side, disappearing into the catacombs.
“Oh?” He droned, in a deep, amused voice, “And where is he?”
“He seems to have found the Darnassian Spy, but has not reported it. In fact, he seems to be quite…taken with her.” One of the Undead spat.
“So, Scout Ezra…” The Prince’s elegant fingers drummed on the arm of his golden perch, “What have you done about the situation?” He grinned as he bit into a polished, red apple. The crunch echoed through the corridors.
“Well, your highness, I wanted to consult you on the matter first.” Ezra began to sweat, sensing his afterlife drawing to a close.
“Ah I see…and since when do you need my permission to kill Alliance members? Especially spies and traitors against the Horde.” He took another bite of the apple, juice spilling over his makeup-covered lip.
“I am sorry, Your Highness, it will not happen again.”
“You’re right…It won’t.” The Elf Prince snapped his fingers. Two Blood-Knights emerged from the shadow of his throne and picked the Undead up off his knees, spears to his throat. “Take him to the holding chambers…I think that will give him some time to think about where his loyalties lie.” The knights nodded and drug him off into the darkness. Ezra’s amber gaze flickered as he slid out of sight.
The Royal Elf eyed the second Undead warily. His face was hidden by a black mask. The High Elf grinned wide as his chosen assassin. “You know what to do.”
The Undead smirked, though it was hidden, “For the Horde, Sire.”
“Good…Now go.”
*****
I yawned and stretched, little particles of pollen glowed in the beams of light entering our cave. I looked to my side at her…My woman. She lay on her side, her lovely, toned back exposed. I traced the curve of her spine gently with my fingertips. Leaning in close, I trailed small kisses across her shoulder blade. She stirred, grumbling and curling up into a ball. I chuckled. “Isra…”
“Mmph…?”
“Morning.”
“Meh, whudever…” She mumbled into the sheets. I grinned and cuddled up behind her, kissing her hair.
“All right, you sleep, I’ll go make breakfast.” I stroked her side and she nodded against the pillow.
I exited our humble abode and looked to the sky; shielding my eyes with my hand. The sun shone brightly, but dark storm clouds hovered in the distance. I sighed, “Tut, tut looks like rain. I better cook fast” I strolled over to the iron cooking pot and lit a fire beneath it.
“Kurdt,” she stood in the doorway, rigid from head to toe.
“Ah!” She startled me a little, “Yea?”
“I smell something rotten.” She tilted her nose to the air, sniffing.
“Hey, I know I’m not the best cook, but that’s a little much.”
“No.” She grimaced, and then her lips pulled back into a snarl, “Something Undead.”
*****
The Undead scout’s deteriorating fingers clacked together as he pointed, “You men, take the east, my scouts will take west.”
“Do you want us to kill on sight, sir?”
The undead pulled his black mask down to reveal his decayed mouth, which drew back into a sickening grin. “No, I have a feeling the Prince will want them both alive. Capture them, beat them, whatever. Just leave them alive for the Price to deal with.”
“Yes sir,” the group of rouges stealthed off into the woods.
*****
Israfael hurried about the camp, putting on her armor and slipping any weapon she could find into her belt. I was confused, but I trusted her. I got out the armor she had bought before from the Tauren shopkeeper. It was black and finely made…thick but lightweight. I imagined it would do wonders for my agility. We rushed about, covering up our most recent traces. Isra perked up towards the wind again.
“They’re coming.” She threw her bolt of arrows over her shoulder.
“What do we do?”
“Burn this place down and leave.” She said harshly, placing a torch in the fire I had lit to make our breakfast. I didn’t know what to say. I had grown to love this place so much…and now war would take it away from us. Once again. She put the torch to the bed and curtains; anything flammable. We stood in the woods surrounding our home, watching the flames soar high. Isra spit on the ground then motioned toward Adia. They turned and began to run into the brush. I sprinted quickly after her. How dare they do this to us. Will we ever be free? Will we ever truly have a home? Peace? …Love?
“How close are they, Isra?”
“On our heels,” she said bluntly, without emotion. Her voice regained that smooth, grainy quality it once held. A shudder went down my spine. The clouds above us shook the ground with their thunder. It began to rain hard. I looked at the woman running in front of me with sad eyes, face soaked by the rain.
*****
The scouts arrived at a clearing in the woods. It was charred black, smoke rising up from the ground. A few flames lingered on the branches surrounding it.
“They were definitely here, sir. But it appears they caught wind of us.”
The Undead leader grinned as one of Isra’s golden threads floated by him. He snatched it out of the air and cuddled it to his face. “Smart, elf. But I was in the mood for a chase anyway.” He flung the thread to the ground and ground it into the dust with his bony foot.
“Sir, I found tracks. They went northeast.”
“Good job, scout. You three, head them off and wait for my signal. Let’s catch us some pretty elves today.”
The group darted off on the hot trail through the woods
*****
We stopped for a moment to catch our breath. Isra perched herself atop a tree, sniffing the air. “There’s a group behind us, Kurdt. But, it’s a small one. They must have sent the others in another direction.” She turned her head, eyes closed, searching for any scent from any other direction.
I know how the scouts think. But…what if I’m wrong? She’s depending on me to help her. I don’t want to lose this now. But can I trust myself?
“Isra, I think they will try to head us off.”
Her eyes narrowed down at me. “Well why you didn’t say so sooner, I do not know.”
“I’m just trying to think like a Horde spy.”
“That is what you are, after all.”
“Isra, don’t…”
“We’re going to fight. Wait here for the ambush.”
My mouth dropped open. Fight? A whole group of horde scouts? At least eight of them…Fine. She wants me to prove myself? Then I will do so now. I moved behind a tree and faded into the shadows. She did the same, just above me. Adia prowled around us, her sensitive nose to the air. I wished that I could read her mind…I wished…please don’t take this all away from me.
*****
The three Horde scouted around the area; signaling their positions to each other. And there they would wait for the leader to arrive. Two would go for the girl, one for the male elf.
The storm intensified.
The Undead leader and his troops approached the scene. He sauntered into the middle, in plain sight.
“Come out, elfies. The Horde wants to play. Oh, and to you Mr.Sunstrider, thanks for revealing the location.”
*****
I knew it. He ratted me out. I can’t trust anyone. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach…and looked down. No…no this can’t be right. I can’t be, not now. I can’t fight this way…Kurdt, Kurdt why…Why did you do this to me?
I’m done. I can’t. I can’t risk this life.
*****
I watched in horror as Israfael came down from the shadows. She stood facing the undead leader, and offered out her arms in submission; her eyes still aflame with defiance. What was she doing? She looked to me, her sapphire eyes blazed with fury, and agony. I flew out of the shadows and embraced her as though it would be the last time. She was stiff in my arms. I spoke quickly in Thalassian, knowing they would most likely kill me for this:
“It’ae nash kei….It’ae nash kei!!” I cried against her rigid skin, “Trea’sae badori kei! It’ae loura lu…It’ae sae’ra.”
‘It wasn’t me…it wasn’t me! Please believe me! I love you… I’m sorry.’
//There's a lot more to come. I'd prefer to take my time but I'm just so excited, hehe. Feedback is nice, yup ^^. Intense stuff on the way.//