With a whisper, with a shout. The people still sing aloud...
Where she stepped, starlight glimmered. Where she gazed, the heavens poured. And where she willed it, death burst like a cloud of spores.
The troll danced at a tempo of her own making. Beneath the starry sky, she raised her arms and swayed her full, curved hips as if beneath the gaze of her most generous lover. The moon replied, blessing her nude skin with a shimmering layer of astral light. Stars caught the air as battle-formations parted before her. Tiny constellations hung as if upon invisible strings, fluttering down to the blood-matted earth.
Where the druid walked, the grass did not bend. It twisted to embrace her as she passed, adorning her starry ankles with tiny kisses of praise. From a knot of soldiers there stormed a muscled barbarian, screaming at her with terrifying speed. Her lips split into a half-moon smile, and with a flick of her fingers she seared the flesh from him, bathing his skeleton in moonlight.
The corpse slouched dejectedly. As she sauntered by, she pressed her thumb into its ashen skull, tracing the mark of the Coterie.
~
Down on his luck was a euphamism. Luck had up and abandoned him, running off with his last gold piece and his favorite shoes. The orc frowned into the street-side puddle, long enough for a passing carridge to splash him with what had been his ugly reflection.
No home. No job. Family? That'll be the day. They wouldn't even spit on an old drunk like him. It wasn't enough to burn the bridges, so much as dance naked wearing their ashes as warpaint.
A goblin shimmied across the street. A lamp cast the image of wealth; fine furs, a gold watch. The nervous eyes of a guy who just got lucky and was praying that luck would hold out til he got to the bank.
The orc pocketed his hands and fell in line. Not too close. A nasty plan unfurled in his head. Sweep up a brick, knock the gobbo on the back of his noodle. Snatch everything, run like hell. I'm going to do it. Survival of the fittest. Sorry mate.
A cold wind caught a paper from off the sidewalk, threw it in a twisting curve. It matted right against his wet face. Irritated, he ripped it off. Read it, just to spite himself.
WfC. Heard of them. Outsiders and misfits. Nobodies. Somebodies. Didn't matter; they'd take you in, find you work. All you had to do was answer the call. And you bet your !@#, the call would come. But they treated you well. Like family.
The old orc scratched at his scruff, pocketed the flier.
The goblin turned the corner, out of his sight.
~
She spread over the bedsheet, legs crossed. A smouldering temptress, running a tiny pink tongue over full lips. The young human couldn't believe his fortune. Sin'dorei girls rarely gave his kind the time of day. Much less invited them upstairs. Unsteady hands swept the straight layers of black hair off his brow. He fumbled artlessly with his belt. Cooing in a language too beautiful to comprehend, she sat upright and undid it for him.
Spare moonlight peeked in through half-shuttered windows. He caught the intent shimmer of her fel-fire eyes and pieces he'd never explored in himself melted with want. Her perfect lips pursed. A manicured fingertip traced the hard lines of his stomach.
And she drew away. The blood pumping behind his ears blocked out the sound, at first. A ringing, a chiming. The girl smirked with cat-like apology, turned to answer her hearthstone.
He was down to his socks when he realized she was buttoning back up, standing beside the bed.
“Hey uhm. Wait. What are you- I thought-”
Something happened, and he was face down against a worn pillow. The room swam, and his eyes refused to find focus. Did she just. She hit him! The lad turned, hurt and betrayed, to see her tying back her hair. The lustre was gone from her, replaced by a cold, dark wind. Hearthstone to her ear, she began pulling on her cloak. His eyes widened at the insignia emblazoned on the shoulder.
Wayfarer!!!
How hadn't he noticed that before! A slender arm cast the article in a short billow; it settled delicately over the perfect curves of a tiny, atheletic frame. Oh right. That's how.
“Holy sh-”
The blood elf silenced him with a withering glare, making a zipping motion over her mouth. She responded politely to whatever conversation he could not hear. He laid there, mouth doing its best fish-out-of-water.
:O :I :O :I :O :I :O :I
The girl hung up, slipped her device away. Crossed over to him, pressed his mouth shut with her soft fingertips.
“Blame my boss,” she said in accented Common. She kissed the side of his temple where her fist had earlier struck, and simply vanished.
Where she stepped, starlight glimmered. Where she gazed, the heavens poured. And where she willed it, death burst like a cloud of spores.
The troll danced at a tempo of her own making. Beneath the starry sky, she raised her arms and swayed her full, curved hips as if beneath the gaze of her most generous lover. The moon replied, blessing her nude skin with a shimmering layer of astral light. Stars caught the air as battle-formations parted before her. Tiny constellations hung as if upon invisible strings, fluttering down to the blood-matted earth.
Where the druid walked, the grass did not bend. It twisted to embrace her as she passed, adorning her starry ankles with tiny kisses of praise. From a knot of soldiers there stormed a muscled barbarian, screaming at her with terrifying speed. Her lips split into a half-moon smile, and with a flick of her fingers she seared the flesh from him, bathing his skeleton in moonlight.
The corpse slouched dejectedly. As she sauntered by, she pressed her thumb into its ashen skull, tracing the mark of the Coterie.
~
Down on his luck was a euphamism. Luck had up and abandoned him, running off with his last gold piece and his favorite shoes. The orc frowned into the street-side puddle, long enough for a passing carridge to splash him with what had been his ugly reflection.
No home. No job. Family? That'll be the day. They wouldn't even spit on an old drunk like him. It wasn't enough to burn the bridges, so much as dance naked wearing their ashes as warpaint.
A goblin shimmied across the street. A lamp cast the image of wealth; fine furs, a gold watch. The nervous eyes of a guy who just got lucky and was praying that luck would hold out til he got to the bank.
The orc pocketed his hands and fell in line. Not too close. A nasty plan unfurled in his head. Sweep up a brick, knock the gobbo on the back of his noodle. Snatch everything, run like hell. I'm going to do it. Survival of the fittest. Sorry mate.
A cold wind caught a paper from off the sidewalk, threw it in a twisting curve. It matted right against his wet face. Irritated, he ripped it off. Read it, just to spite himself.
WfC. Heard of them. Outsiders and misfits. Nobodies. Somebodies. Didn't matter; they'd take you in, find you work. All you had to do was answer the call. And you bet your !@#, the call would come. But they treated you well. Like family.
The old orc scratched at his scruff, pocketed the flier.
The goblin turned the corner, out of his sight.
~
She spread over the bedsheet, legs crossed. A smouldering temptress, running a tiny pink tongue over full lips. The young human couldn't believe his fortune. Sin'dorei girls rarely gave his kind the time of day. Much less invited them upstairs. Unsteady hands swept the straight layers of black hair off his brow. He fumbled artlessly with his belt. Cooing in a language too beautiful to comprehend, she sat upright and undid it for him.
Spare moonlight peeked in through half-shuttered windows. He caught the intent shimmer of her fel-fire eyes and pieces he'd never explored in himself melted with want. Her perfect lips pursed. A manicured fingertip traced the hard lines of his stomach.
And she drew away. The blood pumping behind his ears blocked out the sound, at first. A ringing, a chiming. The girl smirked with cat-like apology, turned to answer her hearthstone.
He was down to his socks when he realized she was buttoning back up, standing beside the bed.
“Hey uhm. Wait. What are you- I thought-”
Something happened, and he was face down against a worn pillow. The room swam, and his eyes refused to find focus. Did she just. She hit him! The lad turned, hurt and betrayed, to see her tying back her hair. The lustre was gone from her, replaced by a cold, dark wind. Hearthstone to her ear, she began pulling on her cloak. His eyes widened at the insignia emblazoned on the shoulder.
Wayfarer!!!
How hadn't he noticed that before! A slender arm cast the article in a short billow; it settled delicately over the perfect curves of a tiny, atheletic frame. Oh right. That's how.
“Holy sh-”
The blood elf silenced him with a withering glare, making a zipping motion over her mouth. She responded politely to whatever conversation he could not hear. He laid there, mouth doing its best fish-out-of-water.
:O :I :O :I :O :I :O :I
The girl hung up, slipped her device away. Crossed over to him, pressed his mouth shut with her soft fingertips.
“Blame my boss,” she said in accented Common. She kissed the side of his temple where her fist had earlier struck, and simply vanished.
Edited by Liore on 6/27/2014 7:49 PM PDT
