Writing again...
Yep, yet more writing again... Woke up to Twisted Sister's "It's only rock 'n roll (But I like it!)", and this little... Adventure... Was stuck in my head. XD
My much beloved Warlock should need little introduction to most friends... Nor should The Lost Boys... Though apparently they needed introductions for EACH OTHER.
Fun times, huh?
Kaeldwyn knew he shouldn't be here, yet as he slipped through the Caverns of Time, he couldn't help but feel annoyed... Thanks to Tyrnan, his last bout in the Timeways, the one that got him into all that trouble, was never truly a risk at all... Though I knew better than to mess with Illidan's timeline, I couldn't help but try... Especially after that bout with the Goblins and the Lost Isles... Watching them lose as much as I once had, it just relit all the past pain...
Though someone with a bit more sense or sanity wouldn't even think to cross the Bronze flight, not after that last punishment... Making me view so many of my own alternate timeways, everything I risked in doing it, past, present, and future, even things that had never come to pass... But could have...
He shakes his head and squares his shoulders, walking with more determination as he approaches his choice timeway. 'All I have to do, is get there, get the vial of water, and demon's blood, and get out again... Should be a small matter. An easy trip, even...
A few moments of tracing protection and activation sigils in the air, and he's stepping through the portal, not noticing the shimmer of bronze following him curiously.
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The quiet, almost hesitant chirping of night time bugs greets his ears on the other side of the portal, eerily quieter than they should be... But considering the moment in time he's knowingly stepped into, he thinks nothing of it. Well knowing some in this time can sense such things enough to become wary, he sets off quickly, unwilling in this time to summon his mount, even though it would save him a lot of time...
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After several exhausting days, he nears his destination, skirting around the walls of Zin-Azshari warily, finally now gladly pulling his magic around him, able to draw it more easily for the closeness of the Well, something a few sanctioned trips to this time had taught him he can draw on quite easily... Especially given it's growing corruption.
He grimaces with distaste at the smell of recent battle, the surroundings familiar enough from his recent sanctioned trips, but well past those moments by enough that he knows even walking here is a risk. If not for the demons, then for the quaking power of the Well of Eternity itself, though he pays it no mind as he sneaks past the once-grand walls, now reduced to so much charred rock. He pulls a flask from his pocket as he approaches the well's edge, glancing around warily before kneeling to dip the flask into it, barely repressing a quiet pleased moan as he dips his fingertips into the power-infused water while filling the flask, letting himself take perhaps moments more than needed to enjoy siphoning some of the power, chuckling silently under his breath at the rush of power.
'Aah, well... Drawing off this all day... No wonder the Highbourne strayed as they did... Even knowing better, I would be tempted... The quiet sound of a loose rock shifting underfoot is his only warning, though it gives him enough time to cap the flask and spin around, his magic flaring to life as a hasty shield with a quietly snarled command.
Fel-fire curls around the shield, eating through it quickly, though it gives Kael enough time to avoid the worst of it, shoving the flask into an inner pocket of his robes as he dances back out of the way, fel-flames sparking across his cloak, slowly eating the material until he can take command of them, skillfully ripping the power from the Dreadlord who cast it.
"Well... Perfect timing, then..." Kael grins and stands up straighter, his words spoken in perfect growling Demonic, earning him a raised eyebrow from the demon.
"And how is it a pathetic little rat like yourself can steal my spells, let alone speak like this?" Kael just chuckles at the demon's typical arrogance, shrugging as he calmly shifts forms, giving his own demonic side a bit more play. "Simply natural talent that you can't comprehend, little mouse..." Flexing his wings, he quickly adjusts his stance and charges the Dreadlord, reveling in the outrage and shock, taking ample advantage of it to strengthen himself, fel-fire coiling about his form as he clashes with the demon, knowing full well it's a slight gamble, but more than willing to drop down to hand-to-hand fighting, since he's well familiar with trying to out-cast a Dreadlord.
He rakes his talons across the demon's collarbone, digging them deep to find a hold, as he snaps one hoof out toward the other's knee, intending to snap it, but only weakening his determined foe, and earning the searing pain of talons digging into his midsection in return, he hisses in pain and digs his claws deeper, flaring his wings to fight having his smaller form lifted into the air. The expense of the pain earns him enough time to find purchase, digging his talons deep under the demon's collarbone before allowing himself to go limp, keeping his grip tight, snapping the sliver of bone like a twig as the demon unknowingly shoves him away.
Kaeldwyn flairs his wings to try and break his fall, scrambling to stay upright, and managing until his hooves hit the ground, at which point he falls into a messy backward somersault, landing on his ass in a heap of rubble, he hisses and scrambles to his feet, digging his hooves in as he charges the demon again, the demon grinning as he casts a quick spell, causing Kael to hiss as his body is racked with pain, though he snarls and keeps moving, barely recognizing the demon's spell in time to gather his strength and launch himself skyward to avoid the fire, flapping his wings hard to gain altitude and speed, before with a feral grin and determination to end this, he angles himself toward the demon and arcs his wings to plummet through the air, gritting his teeth against the pain as more fel-fire actually hits it's mark, but he ignores the pain and points his hooves toward the demon's chest, impacting full-force and sending them both crashing to the ground, though the dreadlord breaks most of Kaeldwyn's fall.
Growling in pain and fighting to keep steady, Kael rips his knife from his belt, rubbing it though his blood-stained robes across his stomach before plunging it into the demon's chest, closing his eyes briefly and grinning at the dreadlord's outraged wail, one that is cut short to a startled growl as Kael quickly sketches a sigil into the air, muttering a quick spell of binding, before leaving the demon like that and stumbling to his feet.
"Now shut up." He smirks in pride as the demon looks dismayed, but is compelled to comply, the growling trailing off to silence. "... See? It is so much easier if you don't fight..." He looks amused at his own behavior as he lets his form shift back, fully well hearing the demon's muffled outraged ranting in his head, but this doesn't stop him from pulling an empty vial from an inside pocket of his robes and un-capping it.
"This, may hurt a little... Feel free to scream, I'll be gone before any of your little 'friends' care to investigate..." He smiles cruelly and violently twists the blade before ripping it out of the demon's chest, drawing a loud wail of agony from it, but he ignores it and presses the vial to the wound, filling it with blood before capping it and tucking it into his pocket along with the water from the well.
Any attempts to move on the demon's part are countered by the binding magic, Kael glances about warily, noting the still far enough off commotion the noise is causing, though he doesn't let that stop him as he kneels over the fallen demon, uncharacteristically tender compared to his previous actions as he licks up the blood, before sealing his lips around the deep wound and drinking deeply, shuddering at the taste as much as at the infusion of power he pulls from the fallen dreadlord, directing some of the new magic to begin healing himself, but still drawing much more before finally pulling back with a gasp, much sooner than he clearly wants to, but the quickly approaching sound of further trouble doesn't go unnoticed.
He pulls back and reaches up, grinning cheekily as he pats the outraged and irate demon on the cheek. "I would ask if it was good for you... But I don't care..." He chuckles as he steps away, licking his blade clean before returning it to his belt and darting off quickly, silently racing off opposite the direction of all the noise, neatly severing the binding spells once he has 'enough' of a head start to keep the rest of his trip interesting.
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Kaeldwyn pants quietly, leaning back against a tree and listening to the sounds of the forest around him. 'It's been ages since I've had such a good hunt... Let alone found a demon as determined...' A quiet chuckle that only he can hear is his only response, one that inspires a slight shudder as he carefully sneaks away. 'Naturally, you don't count Xare'vn...' ~Naturally...~ The response is never out loud, and someone lesser might be unnerved by it, but not Kaeldwyn.
So amused is he at Xare'vn's strange quiet, he doesn't notice the figure in the glade until it is too late, and he has stepped into view. Kael freezes mid-step, his gaze darting over the likewise elven form of the other person, taking in the sight of the other's regal bronze colored robes, the irritated expression, and toe-tap of clear impatience with not a small amount of fear.
"Kaeldwyn Sunfire, or should I call you Shadowstalker? We told you what would happen if you defied us again, and yet you do... What do you have to say for yourself before I drag you back to turn you in?" At the dragon's words, Kaeldwyn can't help but groan at his own carelessness, briefly covering his face with one hand and sighing deeply, an idea forming as he starts to prepare to resign himself to his fate, an idea that pains him deeply, but is perhaps his only true option left... '... I'll be leaving everything behind... But I will not go back for more 'punishment' of the Bronze flight's choosing... Not now, not ever.' He grits his teeth and stands up tall, squaring his shoulders and taking a step back.
"What do I have to say? ... Nothing." He pauses, getting a sigh and a raised eyebrow from the dragon. "Come along, then. Now." The drake's voice holds the threat of power, and laces of compulsion, but Kael shakes it off. "Let me think... No." He then turns and darts off, gathering his power as he runs, pulling even what all he can of the very world around him, and weaving it into the most complex spell he knows, chanting the words with what breath he can as he fights to outrun the dragon he knows is only a few steps behind, fighting with every ounce of strength to outrace fate.
With one final shakily sketched symbol, and a word he finishes, freezing before the jagged rip in time and space to look back, laughing loudly in proud accomplishment as he dives through the small rift, already rapidly mending itself. The last thing he hears is the elf-dragon's outraged cry of denial as the rift seals, and the very world around him shatters into agony and disorientation.
Work-in-progress... Or whatever they say... Because I hate the words 'To Be Continued'...
My much beloved Warlock should need little introduction to most friends... Nor should The Lost Boys... Though apparently they needed introductions for EACH OTHER.
Fun times, huh?
Kaeldwyn knew he shouldn't be here, yet as he slipped through the Caverns of Time, he couldn't help but feel annoyed... Thanks to Tyrnan, his last bout in the Timeways, the one that got him into all that trouble, was never truly a risk at all... Though I knew better than to mess with Illidan's timeline, I couldn't help but try... Especially after that bout with the Goblins and the Lost Isles... Watching them lose as much as I once had, it just relit all the past pain...
Though someone with a bit more sense or sanity wouldn't even think to cross the Bronze flight, not after that last punishment... Making me view so many of my own alternate timeways, everything I risked in doing it, past, present, and future, even things that had never come to pass... But could have...
He shakes his head and squares his shoulders, walking with more determination as he approaches his choice timeway. 'All I have to do, is get there, get the vial of water, and demon's blood, and get out again... Should be a small matter. An easy trip, even...
A few moments of tracing protection and activation sigils in the air, and he's stepping through the portal, not noticing the shimmer of bronze following him curiously.
~
The quiet, almost hesitant chirping of night time bugs greets his ears on the other side of the portal, eerily quieter than they should be... But considering the moment in time he's knowingly stepped into, he thinks nothing of it. Well knowing some in this time can sense such things enough to become wary, he sets off quickly, unwilling in this time to summon his mount, even though it would save him a lot of time...
~
After several exhausting days, he nears his destination, skirting around the walls of Zin-Azshari warily, finally now gladly pulling his magic around him, able to draw it more easily for the closeness of the Well, something a few sanctioned trips to this time had taught him he can draw on quite easily... Especially given it's growing corruption.
He grimaces with distaste at the smell of recent battle, the surroundings familiar enough from his recent sanctioned trips, but well past those moments by enough that he knows even walking here is a risk. If not for the demons, then for the quaking power of the Well of Eternity itself, though he pays it no mind as he sneaks past the once-grand walls, now reduced to so much charred rock. He pulls a flask from his pocket as he approaches the well's edge, glancing around warily before kneeling to dip the flask into it, barely repressing a quiet pleased moan as he dips his fingertips into the power-infused water while filling the flask, letting himself take perhaps moments more than needed to enjoy siphoning some of the power, chuckling silently under his breath at the rush of power.
'Aah, well... Drawing off this all day... No wonder the Highbourne strayed as they did... Even knowing better, I would be tempted... The quiet sound of a loose rock shifting underfoot is his only warning, though it gives him enough time to cap the flask and spin around, his magic flaring to life as a hasty shield with a quietly snarled command.
Fel-fire curls around the shield, eating through it quickly, though it gives Kael enough time to avoid the worst of it, shoving the flask into an inner pocket of his robes as he dances back out of the way, fel-flames sparking across his cloak, slowly eating the material until he can take command of them, skillfully ripping the power from the Dreadlord who cast it.
"Well... Perfect timing, then..." Kael grins and stands up straighter, his words spoken in perfect growling Demonic, earning him a raised eyebrow from the demon.
"And how is it a pathetic little rat like yourself can steal my spells, let alone speak like this?" Kael just chuckles at the demon's typical arrogance, shrugging as he calmly shifts forms, giving his own demonic side a bit more play. "Simply natural talent that you can't comprehend, little mouse..." Flexing his wings, he quickly adjusts his stance and charges the Dreadlord, reveling in the outrage and shock, taking ample advantage of it to strengthen himself, fel-fire coiling about his form as he clashes with the demon, knowing full well it's a slight gamble, but more than willing to drop down to hand-to-hand fighting, since he's well familiar with trying to out-cast a Dreadlord.
He rakes his talons across the demon's collarbone, digging them deep to find a hold, as he snaps one hoof out toward the other's knee, intending to snap it, but only weakening his determined foe, and earning the searing pain of talons digging into his midsection in return, he hisses in pain and digs his claws deeper, flaring his wings to fight having his smaller form lifted into the air. The expense of the pain earns him enough time to find purchase, digging his talons deep under the demon's collarbone before allowing himself to go limp, keeping his grip tight, snapping the sliver of bone like a twig as the demon unknowingly shoves him away.
Kaeldwyn flairs his wings to try and break his fall, scrambling to stay upright, and managing until his hooves hit the ground, at which point he falls into a messy backward somersault, landing on his ass in a heap of rubble, he hisses and scrambles to his feet, digging his hooves in as he charges the demon again, the demon grinning as he casts a quick spell, causing Kael to hiss as his body is racked with pain, though he snarls and keeps moving, barely recognizing the demon's spell in time to gather his strength and launch himself skyward to avoid the fire, flapping his wings hard to gain altitude and speed, before with a feral grin and determination to end this, he angles himself toward the demon and arcs his wings to plummet through the air, gritting his teeth against the pain as more fel-fire actually hits it's mark, but he ignores the pain and points his hooves toward the demon's chest, impacting full-force and sending them both crashing to the ground, though the dreadlord breaks most of Kaeldwyn's fall.
Growling in pain and fighting to keep steady, Kael rips his knife from his belt, rubbing it though his blood-stained robes across his stomach before plunging it into the demon's chest, closing his eyes briefly and grinning at the dreadlord's outraged wail, one that is cut short to a startled growl as Kael quickly sketches a sigil into the air, muttering a quick spell of binding, before leaving the demon like that and stumbling to his feet.
"Now shut up." He smirks in pride as the demon looks dismayed, but is compelled to comply, the growling trailing off to silence. "... See? It is so much easier if you don't fight..." He looks amused at his own behavior as he lets his form shift back, fully well hearing the demon's muffled outraged ranting in his head, but this doesn't stop him from pulling an empty vial from an inside pocket of his robes and un-capping it.
"This, may hurt a little... Feel free to scream, I'll be gone before any of your little 'friends' care to investigate..." He smiles cruelly and violently twists the blade before ripping it out of the demon's chest, drawing a loud wail of agony from it, but he ignores it and presses the vial to the wound, filling it with blood before capping it and tucking it into his pocket along with the water from the well.
Any attempts to move on the demon's part are countered by the binding magic, Kael glances about warily, noting the still far enough off commotion the noise is causing, though he doesn't let that stop him as he kneels over the fallen demon, uncharacteristically tender compared to his previous actions as he licks up the blood, before sealing his lips around the deep wound and drinking deeply, shuddering at the taste as much as at the infusion of power he pulls from the fallen dreadlord, directing some of the new magic to begin healing himself, but still drawing much more before finally pulling back with a gasp, much sooner than he clearly wants to, but the quickly approaching sound of further trouble doesn't go unnoticed.
He pulls back and reaches up, grinning cheekily as he pats the outraged and irate demon on the cheek. "I would ask if it was good for you... But I don't care..." He chuckles as he steps away, licking his blade clean before returning it to his belt and darting off quickly, silently racing off opposite the direction of all the noise, neatly severing the binding spells once he has 'enough' of a head start to keep the rest of his trip interesting.
~
Kaeldwyn pants quietly, leaning back against a tree and listening to the sounds of the forest around him. 'It's been ages since I've had such a good hunt... Let alone found a demon as determined...' A quiet chuckle that only he can hear is his only response, one that inspires a slight shudder as he carefully sneaks away. 'Naturally, you don't count Xare'vn...' ~Naturally...~ The response is never out loud, and someone lesser might be unnerved by it, but not Kaeldwyn.
So amused is he at Xare'vn's strange quiet, he doesn't notice the figure in the glade until it is too late, and he has stepped into view. Kael freezes mid-step, his gaze darting over the likewise elven form of the other person, taking in the sight of the other's regal bronze colored robes, the irritated expression, and toe-tap of clear impatience with not a small amount of fear.
"Kaeldwyn Sunfire, or should I call you Shadowstalker? We told you what would happen if you defied us again, and yet you do... What do you have to say for yourself before I drag you back to turn you in?" At the dragon's words, Kaeldwyn can't help but groan at his own carelessness, briefly covering his face with one hand and sighing deeply, an idea forming as he starts to prepare to resign himself to his fate, an idea that pains him deeply, but is perhaps his only true option left... '... I'll be leaving everything behind... But I will not go back for more 'punishment' of the Bronze flight's choosing... Not now, not ever.' He grits his teeth and stands up tall, squaring his shoulders and taking a step back.
"What do I have to say? ... Nothing." He pauses, getting a sigh and a raised eyebrow from the dragon. "Come along, then. Now." The drake's voice holds the threat of power, and laces of compulsion, but Kael shakes it off. "Let me think... No." He then turns and darts off, gathering his power as he runs, pulling even what all he can of the very world around him, and weaving it into the most complex spell he knows, chanting the words with what breath he can as he fights to outrun the dragon he knows is only a few steps behind, fighting with every ounce of strength to outrace fate.
With one final shakily sketched symbol, and a word he finishes, freezing before the jagged rip in time and space to look back, laughing loudly in proud accomplishment as he dives through the small rift, already rapidly mending itself. The last thing he hears is the elf-dragon's outraged cry of denial as the rift seals, and the very world around him shatters into agony and disorientation.
Work-in-progress... Or whatever they say... Because I hate the words 'To Be Continued'...