squish squish )) "Oh by the Light, you are adorable!"
Immediately and all at once, the dark dragonprincess had taken hold of the man’s wrists and forced them off after he had suddenly squished her cheeks, not catching the man’s comment. She took hold of her crimson dagger hilts if an assault was intentioned.
Intense wide brown eyes rested on a mortal man when she finally saw his face.
“I must warn you keep your hands off of me.”
she warned firmly, stepping back. She folded her arms promptly, titlting her chin up and raising her dark brows.
The moment the dagger was drawn, Eric smiled at her. The gemstone in his left eye glinted softly and he stepped back, sweeping his leg behind himself and bowing softly to the young ‘woman’ before him. He was still in full armor, heavy plate of black and reds.
“Forgive me. I lost track of myself for a moment. I’m Ericnox Lightsoul, a pleasure to meet you. I have not seen anyone this adorable in a while, I couldn’t help myself.” He said, looking up at her and smiling softly once more.
That false eye of his could see she was covered in magic, but then again, anyone he looked at these days was also covered in magic. Adventuring gear, trinkets, rings, what ever you could find these days.
“Do forgive my trespass then. If I have offended you, I am truly sorry, and will remove myself from your presence.”
Wide and shimmering brown eyes studied the man in silence, yet with caution, as he introduced himself to her. Yet, her fingers left her dagger hilts.
The Black Princess quirked a brow at him…but couldn’t help to let her dark little lips curl to one side…in a smile.
“No…I do not believe that will be necessary…” she replied when the man stated that he could remove himself from her presence.
Sirenia could sense the man’s mortal essense that was radiating off of him, in which she could also sense was tainted by the magic roaming over his armor.
“And…I am sure you do not know who I am…being that I hide myself…very well.”
Sirenia had turned her side to him, and walked a step foward as if to circle the man. She rose her dark brows, and placed a hand over her heart.
“I am Sirenia, Princess of the Black Dragonflight.” she simply stated. Her gaze then shifted to the floor in thought.
“And…I also guess I would be rude, in not accepting your compliment, Ericnox Lightsoul.” she stated shyly, meeting eyes with him once again. Then she quirked a dark brow in questioning.
"Indeed there was. For the simple fact you are who you say you are, it helps me along nicely." He said, looking to the young Dragon and smiling at her. "Call it, mending fences in a way. I was searching for the Prince as well, but if I cannot find him, so be it."
With a flourish, he brought out a small box and offered it to her. "I know you both seek to undo the damage caused by the wayward flight, and help rebuild Azeroth into a better place, so, I think a notice of your efforts are in order."
Within the box rested a gemstone, it's surface was runes and engraved with magic, but none of it appeared to be hostile. The stone itself was a ruby so pure and dark it was nearly black.
"This has captured the music played across Azeroth and Draenor, both from the Iron Horde, and when it was sundered apart. Consider it a welcome gift for both of you, and to help you seen what you are helping to preserve."
Ericnox sat in the small church that was on the property. He was healing still, but he was doing better. Nearby sat his son, his hair cut short to hide the tuft that was missing.
Upon Val’s lap rested an old, old book. It tattered in places, the spine of it worn and replaced several times over, faded ribbons marked various pages, and it has carefully written words in it. Everything was hand done.
“This was your book, wasn’t it Daddy?” He asked softly, Eric responding with a nod.
Almost reverent awe, he carefully opened the cover. On the inner cover was words written to four generations of Lightsouls. In neat, careful text, Eric had written to his son.
“My son, May this book Light your darkest hours, and may it’s words echo in your soul. - Ericnox Lightsoul”
Eric reached over and ruffled his hair softly, breaking the child’s trance. “When I was your age, I started to train as you are, but I trained my mind as well. My spirit followed suit.”
“Daddy, I thought you couldn’t hear the Light any more.” Val said, making Eric look down.
“It’s true. Your father cannot hear the Light, but that does not mean he is without faith.” A strong male voice called.
Val’s eyes searched our the source, grinning wide when he spotted it. “UNCLE KAISANE!!”
The older Elf smiled at the pair. “It has been a number of years since you have come here… Brother.”
Eric nodded softly and took a slow breath. “Some days, I wonder if I am welcome here… but, my son needs to know what I was and what you follow. Sit with us? Help point out things that I miss.”
Val couldn’t contain himself when Kaisane got close, carefully closing the book, setting it next to him, and running to hug his uncle.
With a soft oof sound, Kaisane hugged back and nodded. “That sounds like a wonderful afternoon. The Light will understand if miss my prayers for the afternoon.”
Detatching himself from the boy, he sat down and smiled at the pair. “It is good to see you here Eric. It is good to see you doing this.”
Ericnox needed to vent... He need to let off some steam and this was the perfect way to do it. After all, Nionor did it, so why shouldn't he? She did it for years and years and years. Everything came out just fine as well... So why the fuck not?
Looking down at his prize, he smirked...
An entire Amani Troll village. One not loyal to the Horde, or anyone but their broken Empire. Lifting his sword up, he started down the the hill. He was going to make a lot of people bleed a whole bunch... And part of him knew... He was going to enjoy it, probably a little too much.
The thing that Eric didn't know, is that he was being tailed. Val wasn't far from him, hiding in the brush as Eric walked down the hill, drawing his sword. He had seen other warriors before, with massive weapons that seemed overly ornate, but his father's blade was simple, elegant, and clearly deadly.
Spears arched through the air towards Eric. The would land around him, but not hit him. He was already starting to run towards the front lines. Alarms had already been sounded, and the trolls had been expecting him now. Several warriors had already been lined up, shields and spears at the ready.
It was a futile effort...
Eric's blade tore though shields, limbs, and weapons like it was paper. Trolls fell in wake as he started to wade into the battle lines. His sword sang left and right, blood arched out, his own armor and skill causing the weapons to glance off as he preformed his deadly blade waltz.
A larger Troll stood several feet away, clad in chain armor. He simply stared Eric down, silent for several moments before looking over the bodies and starting to speak to him, accent thick and heavy.
"I be knownin' ya... Da Red Eye Monster. Da shamans, da priests, and witch doctors all be talkin' of ya. Ya gonna cause a lot o' pain 'ere. But I, I gonna be da one ta stop ya." The Troll said, pulling out a heavy, two handed axe.
The axe was simple, but old looking, and Eric's eye could see it was magical. Heavily magical. Eric went rushing in anyways, the challenge that this might pose being one that excited him to no end. The rush of battle heated his blood, and more... He drew first blood.
Eric stopped just shy and his blade came swinging in from the lower left. The axe had missed the parry attempt, and the sword came up. One of the trolls long tusks was cut off, and the edge of the blade seared along the side of his face, leaving a deep cut.
The troll hissed in pain and rolled backwards. He put a hand to his cut tusk and growled softly. That should grow back... at least Eric figured it would over time, right? Trolls are known to heal unless you kill them outright or use fire. The Troll charged again, axe raised, blinded by fury now.
This was easier for Eric to exploit than he would have guessed. Ducking under the axe, Eric came up swinging his arm. A hard smash to the Troll's hand and the axe went tumbling to the ground, making the troll snap out of his furious mindset.
"That won't work with me." Eric said, putting a flat hand upon the Trolls chest, a device opening up on the side of his glove.
Sparks should have given it away... But it wasn't until the mini rocket hit the trolls chest and sent him into a building that it was more apparent to him. Luck for the Troll, he was armored, the wall was thatch and wood, and it wasn't far to go.
Eric was about to charge when he heard the small cry from behind him. Turning, his eyes widened in horror.
A Troll has Val by the shoulder, a knife in his other hand, and a twisted grin on his face. "Ya be lettin' ya weapons touch da floor now."
The champion had just pulled himself out of the rubble, holding a spear as he walked closer. Eric slowly lowered his weapon, putting it onto the ground. He locked eyes with Val. The bracelet he wore let him feel the boy's fear, his terror. He took a slow breath, and drew the dagger from his boot. It was the same dagger he was given on Father's Day.
"Dat be good mon. Now, does fancy devices ya be shootin' at us too." The troll said, pulling Val closer.
Eric flicked his wrist the knife sailing out. The blade ripped into the Troll's head, piercing into it's eye socket and causing him to fall backwards. Eric ran towards Val, his eyes wide as he did. He slid to a stop in front of Val, as the Troll jumped forwards, blocking the sunlight for a split second.
Something wet hit Val's face. He looked at Eric oddly, like something was confusing. "Run! Find your mother! Now boy!"
So he did so. He took off back to the manor. His legs burned and his lungs screamed, but he ran. He would search for his mother, frantic, exhausted and running on pure terror, but he would look for her.
The terror was only heightened when he saw himself in a mirror, and screamed. There was blood on his face and clothing.
TMI - (For any/all) What is your characters thoughts on the phrase 'guilty pleasure'? Do they have any? Do the hide them? Are they ashamed or proud?
Ericnox and Callyx both looked at the interviewer. Eric had a dark smile... Callyx looked innocent.
“A guilt pleasure? Oh, I have a few of those. What do I think of them? I think they are awesome.” Eric said, shrugging a bit an smiling. “I make no moves to hide what I enjoy. Why should I be ashamed of what I like? It hurts no one, and it’s enjoyable... Seriously... Who doesn’t like Ice Cream?”
Callyx just blinked, slightly confused. “I... Like to watch Sky when she isn’t looking. She is so graceful and beautiful, I could sit and watch her do nearly anything for hours with no problems.” He sighs softly. “I wish I say I had more, but I don’t. I’m kinda simple that way...”
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