DWC Day 2 - Success/Sin
Legana stalked the trees of Hyjal like a nightsaber, as if she belonged there. Her steps silent and languid - though there was no more need for secrecy - and mood jubilant, she rushed from one trunk to the next.
Her manic grin would have appeared unhinged to any onlooker, and they would have likely blamed it on her nature. It's true that the ever-present whispers of the Void could have driven her insane, but after years of familiarity she knew the steps of their dance of madness intimately well.
And the assumption would be wrong anyway, not that Legana cared. Her euphory was the result of the fulfillment of a long-cherished wish, and she succeeded at last. Her hunt was over, and her dear prey would finally get her due.
A void portal snapped into existence in response to her thoughts, and Legana entered with glee, leaving no mark of her passage.
She didn't have a home, not since the fall of Silvermoon at the hands of the Scourge, but this hidden corner of the rift was the closest thing.
Here, she no longer had to hide her nature: the void runes etched into armor and skin alight with devouring darkness, the usually empty socket of her right eye a swirling pit of bottomless abyss.
It was with such gaze she finally turned toward her captive, another elf bound with void-infused chains, mouth gagged.
"Hello, sister. Welcome at last to my humble abode. I'm thrilled to have you here... and fret not, we will spend a lot of time together, you and I. More than enough to pay for your sin, kinslayer."
Legana's sweet, welcoming voice turned hoarse at the end, clutching Nevana's chin even as the eldest sister strained against her bonds.
"Oh, no. I know what you want to say, that my dear twin's death was not your fault. Not when it was the job of the damned unit you were assigned to to provide covering fire. Then you left, leaving us to fend for ourselves, condemning her to die." She growled, her gauntlet biting into the skin of Nevana's cheek.
"Then you had the gall to disown me, eluded your due punishment for years and even maimed my face." That particular exchange was closer to a tie - an eye for an eye, literally - but the self-righteous anger and the memory of the pain fanned Legana's hatred further. "But fret not, I have so many ideas I want to try on you. By the time we are done, you will wish you died out there instead of her..."
Nevana's expression changed to one of horror, and her intensified struggle against her chains was accompanied by Legana's manic laughter.
@daily-writing-challenge
