Bloody Stone
Time has passed since the meeting between Dura, Mora, and his two children. Yet, despite his inactivity, much had transpired in the background. Mora had been captured by the Legion's treacherous Man'ari yet.. Dura had no idea since there were no ties to the Stormwind Death reports on his end of the world. However, not all went unnoticed..
" The stone.."
Ah, yes, the jewel around Mora's collar was no ordinary stone, it possessed a fragment of Dura's essence, twisted by the nether energies into a crystallized structure. Oh, how he could remember the pain of having his arm completely torn asunder, how it caused his mechanical limb to twitch at thought. When he had awoken from his unconsciousness, the Doctor Solexstras Sunflare had brought to his attention shards.. shards of crystallized blood.
" Lord Daevara.. your blood has.. crystallized.. a consumption of the chaotic and void energies had given you a temporary limb.. a.. phantom limb, so to speak.. these jewels are a part of you.."
The memory stirred and Dura could remember the Doctor's words. If Dura's hunch was right, the jewel he gave Mora would provide a certain.. string.. a sense of relief that could let him know her fate. And that, it did, when Mora had found herself captured and put through the hellish tortures, there was this.. burning sensation with his chest, one that seemed familiar by nature. An Anger. Hatred. It boiled the very blood he bathed in that day to the point that he felt like destroying his own home. But alas, his resolve and patience we holding him in place.
".. Mora.. whatever you are going through.. hang in there.. you are stronger than you believe.. I can see it.. I can feel it.. my instincts say so.."
His words echoed downward in his mind as he had decided days, almost a weeks or so later that he would attempt a.. rest. He laid within the new lavishing, ebony bed he had recently purchased, eyes closed and mind dormant. However, it would seem dreams had played along his sleepless thoughts as he began to recall not only his own past events, but also saw a glimpse of what Meirodan had spoke about. The twin brothers, broke out into a fist fight, palms embued with the fire in their veins.
" Meirrooooooo!!" " Alphuuuuuusss!!!"
POW!
The collision of brotherly fists was shattering, almost thunderous by sound. It was quite clear that at the time, Dura's ancestors were quite powerful. So powerful, that the dreamed vision had awoken Dura from his meditative slumber. " So much for sleeping.." He said as he finally managed to speak in a present time period. After clearing his disorientation, he would slip from the bed and head to the desk where he had distributed the bloodied stones in a circle.. yet it's epicenter contained not a stone of Daevara, but the Blood Shard that was bestowed upon him by the Sanguine Sorceress. Yet another reminder that he was damned to a servitude to her in favor of her prior assistance. It was then.. that Dura considered making an attempt at her summons, but it was interrupted. Not by a person or creature, but by an instinct.
" Wait.. the burning sensation.. it's.. gone.. and Mora.. her presence feels.. stronger.. but, it couldn't be." He would retract his hand from the shard as he walked over to the window and gazed towards the southwest. Fixated, he would focus strongly on the energies of his crystallized essence for a brief moment and hear a slowed, tired heart rate.
" There.. that's it.. She's home.. and she's.. exhausted.. yet.. something else has transpired.." The crimson eyes slowly opened and slowly fluttered as a magic seeped from him. His physical form pinked as well as his eyes turned and vivid blue hue. He would the proceed to the mirror to note his familiar form. " .. Eyes of the Quel'dorei.. this should do.. less I run into peering eyes.. now.. let's make a trip to the grand city of Stormwind.."
The vicious gentleman smiled as sharp as daggers.
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