(This is my first attempt at a WoW related story. I create small poems and stories fairly often, but this type of story is not something I'm very used to. I always admired the well written and thought out stories that frequent this forum, so I decided to have a crack at it. I accept any constructive criticism, and will continue to write more to this story for Feral. Enjoy.)
…ringing, a constant buzz at his ear. His eyes jerked open but his head was so rocked by the explosion that all he could see were blurs of men and women as they ran for their life. He rushed to his feet, unaware of his own wounds, wanting – needing to help in some way.
In the distance he could make out a fire. Slowly it shifted and gravitated upwards, until finally it came down with a crash as a green figure threw his hands down as if commanding the flame. Feral lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the penetrating heat. As he lowered it, he could make out this strange being: a green man, with fiery eyes.
Slowly the man was encased in a shadow, as a demon rose up behind him. Feral thought to himself, “Surely that thing will kill…” and then was cut short as the demon walked from behind the man and made its way towards him. The green man let out a deep roar of satisfaction as the demon lifted Feral up from the ground. Its eyes were like nothing he had saw before; they weren’t alight with life and joy as he had seen in his native people. Instead they were solid, terrifying. They were drowned in sorrow and hatred.
Feral gazed into the eyes of this demon for what seemed like an eternity. The grin that had started to crease at the demon’s mouth disappeared. The demon dropped Feral, and continued to gaze back at him. He had a look of confusion; what he saw in this elf was not fear like all the others, but pity. Far behind the demon, Feral could hear the green man screaming in a strange tongue, clearly furious. The demon turned around to acknowledge its master, and then stepped around Feral before continuing his work. He cast a single gaze back at him, which Feral returned.
As he turned back around, he came face to face with the green man. Then he was thrust backwards…
All was black…
Feral awoke, startled…
…ringing, a constant buzz at his ear. His eyes jerked open but his head was so rocked by the explosion that all he could see were blurs of men and women as they ran for their life. He rushed to his feet, unaware of his own wounds, wanting – needing to help in some way.
In the distance he could make out a fire. Slowly it shifted and gravitated upwards, until finally it came down with a crash as a green figure threw his hands down as if commanding the flame. Feral lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the penetrating heat. As he lowered it, he could make out this strange being: a green man, with fiery eyes.
Slowly the man was encased in a shadow, as a demon rose up behind him. Feral thought to himself, “Surely that thing will kill…” and then was cut short as the demon walked from behind the man and made its way towards him. The green man let out a deep roar of satisfaction as the demon lifted Feral up from the ground. Its eyes were like nothing he had saw before; they weren’t alight with life and joy as he had seen in his native people. Instead they were solid, terrifying. They were drowned in sorrow and hatred.
Feral gazed into the eyes of this demon for what seemed like an eternity. The grin that had started to crease at the demon’s mouth disappeared. The demon dropped Feral, and continued to gaze back at him. He had a look of confusion; what he saw in this elf was not fear like all the others, but pity. Far behind the demon, Feral could hear the green man screaming in a strange tongue, clearly furious. The demon turned around to acknowledge its master, and then stepped around Feral before continuing his work. He cast a single gaze back at him, which Feral returned.
As he turned back around, he came face to face with the green man. Then he was thrust backwards…
All was black…
Feral awoke, startled…
Edited by Feral on 7/5/2012 4:26 PM PDT
