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"My lord, we've spotted Lahkin and Erelyn Stoneheardt in Gilneas," the Deathstalker spy reported. Gilneas was still considered Forsaken territory, as the Alliance had not capitalized on whatever gains it had made. "Entering the city."
Sekhesmet had not hesitated - he had mounted up and flown from the Undercity immediately...
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Landing on the rooftops, still as a shadow - fittingly - Sekhesmet watched the two of them wander the streets. Lahkin was using the alchemical dragon-form he had been given, and Erelyn, it seemed, was some kind of winged cat. Clever little worms, to come this far from home, he thought, as he watched them fly to the south - towards the Blackwald. After he was sure they were gone, he landed in the streets and unshrouded himself, walking the route he had seen them take. What could they be after here? he wondered.
He reached out, able to trace alchemical residue from the dragon-form. They had gone southwest-ish, to the cliffs overlooking the ruins of Duskhaven. Smiling to himself, he shrouded himself back in the shadows and mounted up to fly. Within moments, he spotted them - perched on the cliffside.
"Enjoy your sightseeing?" he mocked, as he flew level to their eyesight. "Well, well. Look who we have here. The dragon-man and his cat-bride." Sekhesmet chuckled. "You're a long way from the Aerie.
Lahkin's dragon-form bared its fangs in a snarl. "Two of us, one of you," he growled. "Beat it."
The High Priest laughed. "You think I am intimdiated? Your bodies may be strong and healthy, but your minds are like Alterac Swiss. Full of holes...easy for me to enter."
Erelyn gazed warily at him. "We should run," Lahkin murmured to her, out of the Forsaken's earshot. She nodded in agreement as he turned back to their enemy. "Well...that means I should just use my body!" With a roar, Lahkin charged at the priest.
Sekhesmet raised a hand. STOP. RIGHT. THERE. His mouth did not move - but the words echoed in Lahkin's mind, bringing him to a sudden stop. "Light-spouting fool," he sneered, speaking this time. "Do you really think I would make it that easy?"
Lahkin was stark still...it was like his focus was no longer on the priest at all. Sekhesmet was astounded by this. What has this boy been learning? "Well," he said at last. "It seems your brain does not have quite as many entry points as I thought. Someone's been doing a good job." He was not above admiration for an opponent, even an "inferior" living thing like Lahkin.
The dragon's wings suddenly froze up and he plummeted from the air, slithering into the water. Sekhesmet shook his head. "Hmm. Not good enough, it would seem." He looked at Erelyn, now in her human guise - his mask hiding his sadistic grin and hungering gaze. "Now then...you are vulnerable enough," he said with a sickly sweet voice. "Let's see what we can do with you, hmm?"
Erelyn cried out for Lahkin, but there was no answer. None that Sekhesmet could hear, at any rate. The High Priest cackled. "Your blood is MINE, Erelyn Forgewright-Stoneheardt...as is every atom of your being."
"NO!" Erelyn was backing away in terror. Oh, it was delicious! Sekhesmet was enjoying every second of this. Just as he raised a hand to prepare to enter her mind, Sekhesmet paused - a loud sound from behind him catching his attention. "What in the Shadow..." He turned to see what was going on --
-- just as a tidal wave began approaching him. Erelyn, seizing the opportunity, bolted and ran. The wave was large enough, the priest guessed, to try and pull him into the surf. He closed his eyes and prepared to disperse his form, hoping that would give him a manner of protection. Just before the wave hit, he could have sworn he heard...a raspberry sound?
Lahkin rose swiftly from the waves and flew northward, Erelyn taking up her own flying form and following suit. As the wave subsided, the priest was gone...but a moment later, shadow particles began to coalesce into a drenched, shaking Forsaken. But that was not shivering from the cold...Sekhesmet was shaking in rage. "STONEHEAAAAAAARDT!" He summoned his steed and gave chase. The only other "hiding place" in Gilneas besides the city was Greymane Manor. It was closer - they would have taken that shortcut.
"My lord, we've spotted Lahkin and Erelyn Stoneheardt in Gilneas," the Deathstalker spy reported. Gilneas was still considered Forsaken territory, as the Alliance had not capitalized on whatever gains it had made. "Entering the city."
Sekhesmet had not hesitated - he had mounted up and flown from the Undercity immediately...
----
Landing on the rooftops, still as a shadow - fittingly - Sekhesmet watched the two of them wander the streets. Lahkin was using the alchemical dragon-form he had been given, and Erelyn, it seemed, was some kind of winged cat. Clever little worms, to come this far from home, he thought, as he watched them fly to the south - towards the Blackwald. After he was sure they were gone, he landed in the streets and unshrouded himself, walking the route he had seen them take. What could they be after here? he wondered.
He reached out, able to trace alchemical residue from the dragon-form. They had gone southwest-ish, to the cliffs overlooking the ruins of Duskhaven. Smiling to himself, he shrouded himself back in the shadows and mounted up to fly. Within moments, he spotted them - perched on the cliffside.
"Enjoy your sightseeing?" he mocked, as he flew level to their eyesight. "Well, well. Look who we have here. The dragon-man and his cat-bride." Sekhesmet chuckled. "You're a long way from the Aerie.
Lahkin's dragon-form bared its fangs in a snarl. "Two of us, one of you," he growled. "Beat it."
The High Priest laughed. "You think I am intimdiated? Your bodies may be strong and healthy, but your minds are like Alterac Swiss. Full of holes...easy for me to enter."
Erelyn gazed warily at him. "We should run," Lahkin murmured to her, out of the Forsaken's earshot. She nodded in agreement as he turned back to their enemy. "Well...that means I should just use my body!" With a roar, Lahkin charged at the priest.
Sekhesmet raised a hand. STOP. RIGHT. THERE. His mouth did not move - but the words echoed in Lahkin's mind, bringing him to a sudden stop. "Light-spouting fool," he sneered, speaking this time. "Do you really think I would make it that easy?"
Lahkin was stark still...it was like his focus was no longer on the priest at all. Sekhesmet was astounded by this. What has this boy been learning? "Well," he said at last. "It seems your brain does not have quite as many entry points as I thought. Someone's been doing a good job." He was not above admiration for an opponent, even an "inferior" living thing like Lahkin.
The dragon's wings suddenly froze up and he plummeted from the air, slithering into the water. Sekhesmet shook his head. "Hmm. Not good enough, it would seem." He looked at Erelyn, now in her human guise - his mask hiding his sadistic grin and hungering gaze. "Now then...you are vulnerable enough," he said with a sickly sweet voice. "Let's see what we can do with you, hmm?"
Erelyn cried out for Lahkin, but there was no answer. None that Sekhesmet could hear, at any rate. The High Priest cackled. "Your blood is MINE, Erelyn Forgewright-Stoneheardt...as is every atom of your being."
"NO!" Erelyn was backing away in terror. Oh, it was delicious! Sekhesmet was enjoying every second of this. Just as he raised a hand to prepare to enter her mind, Sekhesmet paused - a loud sound from behind him catching his attention. "What in the Shadow..." He turned to see what was going on --
-- just as a tidal wave began approaching him. Erelyn, seizing the opportunity, bolted and ran. The wave was large enough, the priest guessed, to try and pull him into the surf. He closed his eyes and prepared to disperse his form, hoping that would give him a manner of protection. Just before the wave hit, he could have sworn he heard...a raspberry sound?
Lahkin rose swiftly from the waves and flew northward, Erelyn taking up her own flying form and following suit. As the wave subsided, the priest was gone...but a moment later, shadow particles began to coalesce into a drenched, shaking Forsaken. But that was not shivering from the cold...Sekhesmet was shaking in rage. "STONEHEAAAAAAARDT!" He summoned his steed and gave chase. The only other "hiding place" in Gilneas besides the city was Greymane Manor. It was closer - they would have taken that shortcut.
