Post by shaila on Jul 7, 2008 7:05:55 GMT -5
Rahna stood on the cliff overlooking the Hellfire Peninsula, her tail twitching behind her as she peered above her with narrowed eyes. Red clouds had rolled in, and they were all headed for the cliff the warrior was standing on now. She took out her axe, her fingers flexing on the handle.
Red lightning arced down, striking the warrior and sending her flying back, skidding across the ground, growling. She got up just as another arc of lightning struck her, this time sending her flying back so that she landed with a loud clatter and a thud onto the ground. She gritted her teeth, and dug her clawed fingers into the ground, bracing herself.
Another arc of lightning, and she growled in defiance, her claws flexing, her hooves digging in, the draenei refusing to be moved again. Her graying, black hair blew wildly in the wind, and she stood up as the clouds growled at her defiance.
"Face me!" She yelled furiously. "Coward! Betrayer! Are you afraid to face me? COME! Face your wife!"
Several arcs of lightning struck the ground in front of her, then rushed straight for her, billowing smoke. A form began to emerge in the mass of lightning heading for her, and from it came a large gray eredar, a malicious grin fully formed on his twisted, horned face. Piercings adorned his body, and the mustache of his coarse black beard was threaded through several blood red rings. His claws were long and sharp, glinting in the eerie red light of the storm as if covered with blood.
One of Rahna's eyes twitched as she observed his charge, and she quickly brought one shoulder down to face him, raising her axe midway into the air behind her, hooves planted firmly on the ground. Her tail twitched with anticipation, though a glare was on her face, and as he came upon her she launched herself at him.
A dull thud was all that accompanied the clash, and neither combatant was thrown back. They struggled with each other, Rahna free to meet his hands with her own as her axe was embedded into his side, black blood oozing onto and dripping from it. If her husband noticed the wound, however, he did not acknowledge it.
Neither talked. Neither felt like it. All they did was meet each other's gaze. Boreaul a look of evil joy, Rahna a look of pure hate. The larger eredar's hands were almost completely closed around Rahna's, his claws digging into her skin, blue blood seeping out around them and running down her arms. Rahna narrowed her eyes and grunted.
"HAH!" Boreaul exclaimed, thudding his massive tail on the ground and lifting her up by her arms, swinging her up, around and into the air, letting go to let her fly.
Rahna did not let go, however, her claws digging into his hands in turn, the force of the throw causing them to scrape painfully through his skin before they lost their purchase, the warrior flying through the air for several feet and thudding onto the ground.
Boreaul extracted her axe from his side, smiling as he licked his blood off of the blade. He lifted the large axe up with one hand as Rahna stood up, then threw it at her, the axe spinning swiftly at a horizontal angle, heading right for her head.
Rahna held both hands up in front of her head, catching the axe and lowering it back down as she charged at him again. He brought a fist crackling with dark energy up in front of his face, then kneeled and slammed it down on the ground, causing the earth to shudder and a shock wave to knock Rahna to the ground.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled. "I did not come here to kill you, my dear, not yet!"
Rahna jumped back to her feet with surprising agility for one so clad in plate armor. She growled. "Then you waste my time."
He laughed, his grin returning. "I hear tell that you have time to waste these days, wife. Planting flowers again, are you not? Do you plan to exchange your armor for a dress, then? Plan to stand in the streets selling pretty flowers from a basket again, eh?"
"-You- are not to speak of my flowers!" Rahna replied. "The very mention of them from your black lips threatens to wilt them entirely. So stay silent, or I will cut your tongue so that you may speak of them no more."
"You aren't strong enough!" He said, angry again in an instant. The harsh reality of the statement made Rahna wince for the first time in the confrontation. And that made him grin once more.
"I desire you still," he growled. "Still, through all these years, through all your insolence...through all your scars. I desire to feel your skin against mine. Are you trembling, Rahna? I would dearly like to feel -that- if you are."
"This desire you feel, demon, is as twisted as your form." Rahna smiled, her eyes becoming brighter. "I can end it for you."
He breathed in deeply, then exhaled, closing his eyes, the pleasure of the moment plain on his face. "That joy," he said, smiling. "That joy you feel at the thought of shedding my blood. That, my dear, is true bloodlust. Not this blind rage the orcs felt. Rage has no place there. The -word-, so many overlook the word itself! Lust, Rahna! Pleasure, exquisite and sensual pleasure at the very thought of bathing yourself in the blood of your most hated enemies! Hellscream was one of the few orcs who truly understood it. And you understand it as well, Rahna. That is why I still desire you. That is why I have not killed you and will not kill you. You will become as I am, and take your rightful place at my feet, as my mate and my servant. You are closer to me than you think. And your flowers will wilt under your hands as well."
Rahna frowned. She'd heard enough. She rushed at him again, swinging her axe repeatedly as he dodged each blow deftly. Finally he grabbed below the blade of the axe, pushing her back.
"You can't ki-" He was stopped short by a savage blow into his stomach. She had let go of her axe and rammed her head into his stomach. Hard. He widened his eyes as the air left him, looking down at her in shock. Blood trickled down from underneath her hair, the warrior having split some portion of the skin on her head apart against the unnaturally hard stomach of the eredar. A crack formed almost completely across one of her horns. She grinned.
He staggered back, a savage look on his face as he held a hand to his stomach. He disappeared in a flash, and red lightning arced down into Rahna in a continuous stream, the draenei writhing and screaming as it did. At last it subsided and the clouds parted with a growl.
Smoke rising from her body, the smile was still on her face as Rahna slipped into unconsciousness.
Red lightning arced down, striking the warrior and sending her flying back, skidding across the ground, growling. She got up just as another arc of lightning struck her, this time sending her flying back so that she landed with a loud clatter and a thud onto the ground. She gritted her teeth, and dug her clawed fingers into the ground, bracing herself.
Another arc of lightning, and she growled in defiance, her claws flexing, her hooves digging in, the draenei refusing to be moved again. Her graying, black hair blew wildly in the wind, and she stood up as the clouds growled at her defiance.
"Face me!" She yelled furiously. "Coward! Betrayer! Are you afraid to face me? COME! Face your wife!"
Several arcs of lightning struck the ground in front of her, then rushed straight for her, billowing smoke. A form began to emerge in the mass of lightning heading for her, and from it came a large gray eredar, a malicious grin fully formed on his twisted, horned face. Piercings adorned his body, and the mustache of his coarse black beard was threaded through several blood red rings. His claws were long and sharp, glinting in the eerie red light of the storm as if covered with blood.
One of Rahna's eyes twitched as she observed his charge, and she quickly brought one shoulder down to face him, raising her axe midway into the air behind her, hooves planted firmly on the ground. Her tail twitched with anticipation, though a glare was on her face, and as he came upon her she launched herself at him.
A dull thud was all that accompanied the clash, and neither combatant was thrown back. They struggled with each other, Rahna free to meet his hands with her own as her axe was embedded into his side, black blood oozing onto and dripping from it. If her husband noticed the wound, however, he did not acknowledge it.
Neither talked. Neither felt like it. All they did was meet each other's gaze. Boreaul a look of evil joy, Rahna a look of pure hate. The larger eredar's hands were almost completely closed around Rahna's, his claws digging into her skin, blue blood seeping out around them and running down her arms. Rahna narrowed her eyes and grunted.
"HAH!" Boreaul exclaimed, thudding his massive tail on the ground and lifting her up by her arms, swinging her up, around and into the air, letting go to let her fly.
Rahna did not let go, however, her claws digging into his hands in turn, the force of the throw causing them to scrape painfully through his skin before they lost their purchase, the warrior flying through the air for several feet and thudding onto the ground.
Boreaul extracted her axe from his side, smiling as he licked his blood off of the blade. He lifted the large axe up with one hand as Rahna stood up, then threw it at her, the axe spinning swiftly at a horizontal angle, heading right for her head.
Rahna held both hands up in front of her head, catching the axe and lowering it back down as she charged at him again. He brought a fist crackling with dark energy up in front of his face, then kneeled and slammed it down on the ground, causing the earth to shudder and a shock wave to knock Rahna to the ground.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled. "I did not come here to kill you, my dear, not yet!"
Rahna jumped back to her feet with surprising agility for one so clad in plate armor. She growled. "Then you waste my time."
He laughed, his grin returning. "I hear tell that you have time to waste these days, wife. Planting flowers again, are you not? Do you plan to exchange your armor for a dress, then? Plan to stand in the streets selling pretty flowers from a basket again, eh?"
"-You- are not to speak of my flowers!" Rahna replied. "The very mention of them from your black lips threatens to wilt them entirely. So stay silent, or I will cut your tongue so that you may speak of them no more."
"You aren't strong enough!" He said, angry again in an instant. The harsh reality of the statement made Rahna wince for the first time in the confrontation. And that made him grin once more.
"I desire you still," he growled. "Still, through all these years, through all your insolence...through all your scars. I desire to feel your skin against mine. Are you trembling, Rahna? I would dearly like to feel -that- if you are."
"This desire you feel, demon, is as twisted as your form." Rahna smiled, her eyes becoming brighter. "I can end it for you."
He breathed in deeply, then exhaled, closing his eyes, the pleasure of the moment plain on his face. "That joy," he said, smiling. "That joy you feel at the thought of shedding my blood. That, my dear, is true bloodlust. Not this blind rage the orcs felt. Rage has no place there. The -word-, so many overlook the word itself! Lust, Rahna! Pleasure, exquisite and sensual pleasure at the very thought of bathing yourself in the blood of your most hated enemies! Hellscream was one of the few orcs who truly understood it. And you understand it as well, Rahna. That is why I still desire you. That is why I have not killed you and will not kill you. You will become as I am, and take your rightful place at my feet, as my mate and my servant. You are closer to me than you think. And your flowers will wilt under your hands as well."
Rahna frowned. She'd heard enough. She rushed at him again, swinging her axe repeatedly as he dodged each blow deftly. Finally he grabbed below the blade of the axe, pushing her back.
"You can't ki-" He was stopped short by a savage blow into his stomach. She had let go of her axe and rammed her head into his stomach. Hard. He widened his eyes as the air left him, looking down at her in shock. Blood trickled down from underneath her hair, the warrior having split some portion of the skin on her head apart against the unnaturally hard stomach of the eredar. A crack formed almost completely across one of her horns. She grinned.
He staggered back, a savage look on his face as he held a hand to his stomach. He disappeared in a flash, and red lightning arced down into Rahna in a continuous stream, the draenei writhing and screaming as it did. At last it subsided and the clouds parted with a growl.
Smoke rising from her body, the smile was still on her face as Rahna slipped into unconsciousness.