"You know what I hate most? How lightly the void has been taken of late. Like. It get it. The void is a tool, and understanding it may be the key to defeating it and blah, blah blah, blah blah. I've heard all these excuses before."
"When a void user makes me uncomfortable it isn't because the void itself makes me uncomfortable. It's because I know what magic, just in general, can do when it's played with like a FUCKING *toy*. I'd get weary with *any* spellcaster who treats magic in such a deploreable way."
"The only difference is that when I scold an Arcane user for being reckless, I'm teaching. But the second I scold a void or fel user? I'm being prejudiced... apparently. Titans... ignorance really pisses me off."
WARNING: There is some slight lewdness and beyond this point. Just in statements and sentiment. No pornography though :P
“Is there any way to tell if Dragon eggs are alive or not? Emmy?”
The half elf’s ears percolated upward at that. Her distant haze and overall disinterest in the situation before her melting away. Her cosmic gaze found it’s way one of her deepest friends, Shelby Smith... and her casual “partner” caelin Tautstring. The words bounced around in her head for a moment... her gale blank, as if contemplating. Thoughts ran through her head. Thoughts that rippled down her spine, and caused her heart to sink. They were thoughts she’d rather not be having right now...
“I know humans have a method for discerning the life of chicken eggs. It involves a lot of bright lights though.” Emmy replied. Her friends none the wiser to the sorrow she was beginning to feel.
“She’s right.” caelin interjected, turning his head towards his lover. His tone shameless and uncaring. “Did you lay any from the last time we did it?”
Emmy sighed, rolling her eyes but saying nothing. The more he spoke, the more her muscles twitched. The more her energy surged. She didn’t quite understand why though... Perhaps she was just protective of her friend? Yeah, that had to be it. It couldn’t be anything else.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I had to run off and poop eggs.” Shelby giggled, paying far more attention to her lover than her friend. Not that Emmy really minded anymore... no, there was something else eating at her conscious. Something that lingered in the back of her throat, squeezing all life--all love--from it. Though, it dared not rear it’s head forward--out in the open for all to see.
“Well, we can always keep trying.” The man smirked. It was almost as if he thought his gesture sly. Thought it was charming. But Emmy couldn’t help but sneer. “Lead on love! We’ll see what they’re like.” he encouraged, moving off with Shelby. The two lovers paying no mind to the actions or consent of the third wheel behind them.
She didn’t want to do this... she didn’t want to find out the truth. She didn’t want to be belittled in the way she was about to be. She even resisted for a moment, planting her feet in the ground whilst they walked away from her. But... what kind of friend would she be if she didn’t help?
Something within her stirred as she watched the backs of their heads. It was a cold sensation. A gripping sensation that only became more apparent with each step she took. Each fraternization, each sign of affection they offered to each other deepened a pit on her stomach. Each word just another hand squeezing the back of her throat. She cursed herself for having so much knowledge in times like these. In times where she knew she was most vulnerable to hard information... In times like these where she knew all of her hopes were about to be destroyed by the very logic she had always revered.
She stayed quiet though... pushing back all these emotions brewing up within her. Emotions had always clouded her judgement... and she needed that to cast. When they got to the egg shelf, she tried her hardest not to pay attention to the shear quantity of potential children resting here. Of the potential family growing before her very eyes.
With a well hidden hesitation... Emmy lifted her hand. A shimmering blue light pulsing to life within her palm... bright enough to see through shells. It didn’t take long for her to notice the wriggling dark embryo within. The hands around her throat moved up, gripping towards the middle now, choking her up. “Th- there’s an embryo within that one... it seems...” she sighed, pulling her hand away.
Shelby looked to her, her eyes becoming globes of wonder and mystique... the look of a proud mother... and caelin? Well, his eyes were aglow too. Filled with love and affection for Shelby. The look of a proud father... He looked to be nervous as all hell, but she could see it in his eyes. While he was never one to admit it, Emmy knew that deep down... he wanted this. They both wanted this.
“I’ve been with Kale for five years. And in all that time, I’ve never laid a good egg. I- I don’t get it!” Shelby, Sorania... was dumbstruck.
Emmy thinned her lips, those hands on her throat advancing even further. They had almost pushed through. Her eyes watered at the pain... the struggle of holding it all back.
She got it... she hated that she did. She hated having a library in her mind... A library of everything good, and most of all... everything bad. Everything that she kept locked away in a restricted section to be forgotten. Everything that challenged her hope for the things she wanted most in life. Black dragons had never given their power to the dragon soul. They were still fertile. They were still immortal. Though, Sorania’s former consort Kalestraz was not. He was a red. Humans though... humans were ample. And humans can breed with anything titan...
“You don’t get it?” Emmy asked, maintaining a stoic exterior to hide her pain. “It’s... it’s because humans aren’t infertile like most dragons are these days...” she pursed her lips together to prevent them from quivering. Her hand rose to gently grasp the top of her throat in an attempt to relieve the sorrowful pain. “I-...” she sniffled inward. “I know I don’t... have a faith.” she changed the subject. “I don’t believe in miricles... but this... I-Its a blessing.” Each word felt like a spinning dagger escaping her throat. Her sorrow would not have been hard to see now. The little bit of water that had gathered around her eyes threatened to stream outward now despite her detest. Despite the fact that she knew she was being illogical. But it didn’t matter... the resistance in her throat pushed, while her walls stood against them. The siege though... they were so close to falling. Little did she know, they had a secret weapon.
“So... what you’re saying is.” cael stepped up, clearing his throat. “My cum is more powerful than dragon cum?”
That was it... that attempt at a joke. Her walls crumbled down. Her armies faltered. All that was left was the valiant queen left alone to defend herself from the encroaching usurpers. As the queen put up a courageous effort, Emmy’s sorrow was turned into blind anger. She puffed up at the comment, every impulse she had was to obliterate cael from the face of Azeroth. She had the power to do so... but her mind brought her body to a halt. Her soul lashing out where she could not. She felt hot, and rightfully so. Her silhouette became laced with powerful streams of raw arcane energy in ways that could remind one of a supernova.
“Bluefire I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it that way!” caelin pleaded. He knew now the error of his mistake, and groveled like a child. Pathetic...
With a sharp breath inward through her nose, she contained herself. What was this she was feeling? Jealousy? Tsk, she thought herself better than this... Pressing in on her temples, she dragged her hands down her face. Had she really almost done that? Had she really wanted to kill someone over an ignorant comment? No... “Jus-” her voice frustrated, and her demeanor snappy. She whipped a knifed hand up to the same level as her head, insuring caelin could see the back of it. “Don’t worry about it...” Her tone was dismissive, as was her gesture. She shook her head and unleashed a scoff. Moving to step away from those who had gotten under her skin.
She payed no mind to their composure. She listened not to their sentiment. It was not wanted... or so she thought. But even though she actively avoided listening... she couldn’t help but make out a few sympathies from behind.
“I have so many children already!” Shelby cried. “Why can’t I let someone else have the gift of giving life? Why is fate so cruel?”
That was a good question... why is fate so cruel? All she had ever wanted in life was to do her job. Was to have a family in a world where she wouldn’t come home one day half-expecting them to have all been slaughtered by hunters and looters. But thanks to the actions of Deathwing... of her late aspect Malygos... she can no longer be confident in that ability. She was naught but fates pawn now...
No... Fate... was objective. Fate can be forced. It had to be... She’s a dragon. A Thaumaturge capable of manipulating the very fabric of reality. There has to be a way.
She just needs to find it first...
Author’s gratitude: As always. Thank you all again for reading this... eh, Slightly angsty post XD. And thank you to @shelby-smith-sorania for that wonderful RP we had the other night :P It was fun. And please, everyone, have a good day or night wherever you may be :P
