Love Hurts
Thrysta - February 22, 2006
Part 1
This had been her homeland.
This plague-ridden, dying land…this land that now belonged to the
Scourge.
Thrysta strode through the barren crop fields of Gahrron’s
Withering, her shadow magics lashing out at the Scourge Spirits
that infested the ruined farmstead. She hissed prayers of pain
and death for her hated enemies, for these vile perversions of
her own dark gift, a gift bestowed upon her by Lady Sylvanas. The
creatures tore and raked at her in return with dark talons, but
she was unmindful of the small wounds, intent only on killing
each and every one of the Scourge who tainted her homeland.
Shaking with rage, Thrysta screamed catechisms of loyalty to the
Forsaken as the last Scourge Spirit in front of her gave up its
existence with a haunting wail. Her inner reservoirs of precious
mana almost completely spent from the combat, Thrysta knelt,
pulling from one of her small bags a vial of morning glory dew.
The substance tasted horrible and reeked of elf, but its
consumption helped her to regain her inner mana. She put the vial
to her lips and began to drink.
Thrysta had barely quaffed half of the vial when she heard the
ghostly hiss from behind her. She whirled to her feet, turning to
meet the threat as the newly materialized Spirit’s claws raked
her face.
Necrotised flesh ripped and flew, dry bone scraped as the Scourge
creature tore at her. Her wide-brimmed crimson felt hat flew from
her head to land in the dirt of the field as Thrysta desperately
shrieked a word of power to shield herself from the Spirit’s dark
attacks.
The shield popped into existence around her, giving Thrysta a
momentary respite from the Spirit’s rending blows as it continued
to batter away at the magical barrier. Her face was in tatters,
with dry ribbons of dead flesh hanging from her left cheek and
scalp. One of her arms had taken a fearsome blow, the exposed
bone cracked and chipped.
Thrysta focused, drawing on what little mana she had left to
curse the creature with a dark word of wracking pain as well as a
devouring plague that sapped the creature’s strength, slowly
transferring it to Thrysta. Her shield weakening, she used the
last of her inner mana to cast a spell of renewal on herself,
feeling it starting to work as her flesh and bone began to
slowly, slowly knit itself back together.
As her shield finally collapsed under the fury of the Scourge
Spirit’s pain-maddened attacks, Thrysta drew her dark wand, the
Woestave. She screamed her hatred for all Scourge and lashed out
with a dark, shadowy bolt as the creature’s claws again found her
flesh.
The two undead danced in battle through the fallow field of the
ruined farmstead, dark bolts of shadow meeting rending ethereal
claws. Thrysta howled her devotion to the Dark Lady as one her
bolts finally blasted through the creature’s dark body,
destroying its hold on existence. The creature wailed in agony as
its form came apart and it disappeared.
Thrysta wearily collapsed into the dirt of the field. She sat
slack with exhaustion, her body torn, her inner mana almost
totally spent. Summoning the last reserves she had, she again
cast the spell of renewal, fumbling in her pouch for another vial
of the cursed elf brew that would help her to recover as her
flesh slowly began to knit back together.
Uncorking the vial, Thrysta again began to drink, feeling her
mana regenerating within her faster as she consumed the liquid.
Finishing the vial with a quick tilt, her mana well on its way to
recovery, she spied her crimson felt hat lying in the dirt near
her.
Rising unsteadily to her feet, her wounds still troubling her
movement as they slowly healed under the effects of her renewal
magic, she walked over to it, bending over in dull pain to snatch
it from the dry soil of the field.
“Agol lo magis!”
Thrysta froze as she heard the shout from a few steps behind her,
still bent over in the act of picking up her wide-brimmed hat.
“Lo landowar sturume bur!”
Thrysta slowly straightened up, hat in hand, her back to the
owner of the voice. Slowly, she brushed the dirt from her hat and
placed it back on her head, feeling the flesh of her face and
body still slowly regenerating its way back to her normal ruined
rictus and frail but still feminine form. She was still weak,
however, and to top it off this Common-speaking bastard had
gotten the drop on her.
Tilting the brim of her hat at a rakish angle, a recent
affectation, she turned to face the owner of the voice, intent on
selling her unlife as dearly as she could in her diminished
state…
Love Hurts by Thrysta
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Part 2
Thrysta stared at the figure before her in disbelief from just
under the brim of her hat, her face in shadow.
Before her stood a large, dark-haired human male, adorned in
gleaming golden armor with a huge spiked hammer slung over his
shoulder.
It was not this warrior’s weaponry and attire that caused Thrysta
to be taken aback, however. Hovering behind him on feathery white
wings was a tiny goblin, holding a bow and quiver of heart-shaped
arrows. The goblin was giggling madly and flying in small
circles.
Thrysta noticed one of the small arrows poking out from a crease
in the large human’s armor. In the numerous other creases and
grooves of his armor, there appeared to be rose petals stuck here
and there. To top it all off, the warrior absolutely reeked of
some sort of cloying cologne.
All the while Thrysta stared the human smiled bashfully, digging
his toe into the dry soil, his hands clasped behind his back.
Peering at him from under the brim of her hat, a thought occurred
to Thrysta.
She had heard the rumors of “love potions” and “tokens of
affection” being sold from vendors in the Undercity. She had seen
the decorations for some odd festive celebration that was
happening across Azeroth. She had heard rumors of strange
goblinoid creatures spreading amorous feelings. But all in all,
she had paid them no mind.
This human is besotted and drunk with “love”, she thought to
herself. As if reading her mind, the tiny goblin cackled wickedly
and began nodding, flying in figure-eights behind the warrior.
I must buy time, Thrysta thought to herself. Her healing magics
were still mending her body and her inner mana had yet to fully
recover. Thrysta pull the brim of her hat low, to further shadow
her ruined face.
May the Dark Lady forgive me for such wanton behavior…even if it
is necessary, Thrysta thought silently to herself. At that, she
put her hands on her hips, striking a sultry pose in front of the
besotted warrior and letting forth a long unused girlish giggle.
“You can’t understand a word I am saying, can you, you stupid
love-drunk human?” Thrysta giggled, waving a hand innocently at
the warrior.
The warrior laughed in amorous glee and began pantomiming.
“Yes, caper for me you stupid fool, while I gather my strength to
kill you!” Thrysta giggled again, blowing the idiotic human a
kiss.
The warrior first pointed at himself...
He then struck a pose, hand to his chin as if pondering
something…
The warrior then pointed directly at her.
“Hmmm…you think I…” giggled Thrysta, all while gauging her inner
mana.
The warrior then began striking various feminine poses and
strutting like some sort of harlot.
“…you think I’m…wanton…sluttish…hmmm…oh, you mean ‘sexy’, don’t
you? You must be terribly love-drunk you pathetic gibbering fool
of a human…I am a withered husk and have no delusions about it.”
Thrysta cooed coquettishly.
He put his fingers to the sides of his head, as if he had horns,
while gesturing to his rear end as if he had some sort of tail.
“You think I’m a sexy…Tauren?” Thrysta hissed indignantly.
A look of panic crossed the warrior’s face as he seemingly
recognized the word. He shook his head violently and began
pantomiming that he was holding some sort of staff or spear and
stabbing with it.
“Hmmm…ah, a devil. You think I am a sexy devil? How…quaint…it
will almost be a shame to kill you, human…you are entertaining…”
Thrysta giggled aloud, while blowing more kisses at the warrior
and giving him a little shake of her hips.
The human smiled triumphantly at her tone and began searching for
something in his rucksack. He pulled out a small figurine of a
fully armored charger, obviously the trinket used to summon his
steed. He smiled at her and then began to mutter to the figure as
a small glow surrounded it, obviously intent on summoning his
mount to further impress her.
Thrysta watched as he became distracted by his task. Her body had
finally mended and she felt her inner mana reach its peak.
It was time.
Thrysta stared at the figure before her in disbelief from just
under the brim of her hat, her face in shadow.
Before her stood a large, dark-haired human male, adorned in
gleaming golden armor with a huge spiked hammer slung over his
shoulder.
It was not this warrior’s weaponry and attire that caused Thrysta
to be taken aback, however. Hovering behind him on feathery white
wings was a tiny goblin, holding a bow and quiver of heart-shaped
arrows. The goblin was giggling madly and flying in small
circles.
Thrysta noticed one of the small arrows poking out from a crease
in the large human’s armor. In the numerous other creases and
grooves of his armor, there appeared to be rose petals stuck here
and there. To top it all off, the warrior absolutely reeked of
some sort of cloying cologne.
All the while Thrysta stared the human smiled bashfully, digging
his toe into the dry soil, his hands clasped behind his back.
Peering at him from under the brim of her hat, a thought occurred
to Thrysta.
She had heard the rumors of “love potions” and “tokens of
affection” being sold from vendors in the Undercity. She had seen
the decorations for some odd festive celebration that was
happening across Azeroth. She had heard rumors of strange
goblinoid creatures spreading amorous feelings. But all in all,
she had paid them no mind.
This human is besotted and drunk with “love”, she thought to
herself. As if reading her mind, the tiny goblin cackled wickedly
and began nodding, flying in figure-eights behind the warrior.
I must buy time, Thrysta thought to herself. Her healing magics
were still mending her body and her inner mana had yet to fully
recover. Thrysta pull the brim of her hat low, to further shadow
her ruined face.
May the Dark Lady forgive me for such wanton behavior…even if it
is necessary, Thrysta thought silently to herself. At that, she
put her hands on her hips, striking a sultry pose in front of the
besotted warrior and letting forth a long unused girlish giggle.
“You can’t understand a word I am saying, can you, you stupid
love-drunk human?” Thrysta giggled, waving a hand innocently at
the warrior.
The warrior laughed in amorous glee and began pantomiming.
“Yes, caper for me you stupid fool, while I gather my strength to
kill you!” Thrysta giggled again, blowing the idiotic human a
kiss.
The warrior first pointed at himself...
He then struck a pose, hand to his chin as if pondering
something…
The warrior then pointed directly at her.
“Hmmm…you think I…” giggled Thrysta, all while gauging her inner
mana.
The warrior then began striking various feminine poses and
strutting like some sort of harlot.
“…you think I’m…wanton…sluttish…hmmm…oh, you mean ‘sexy’, don’t
you? You must be terribly love-drunk you pathetic gibbering fool
of a human…I am a withered husk and have no delusions about it.”
Thrysta cooed coquettishly.
He put his fingers to the sides of his head, as if he had horns,
while gesturing to his rear end as if he had some sort of tail.
“You think I’m a sexy…Tauren?” Thrysta hissed indignantly.
A look of panic crossed the warrior’s face as he seemingly
recognized the word. He shook his head violently and began
pantomiming that he was holding some sort of staff or spear and
stabbing with it.
“Hmmm…ah, a devil. You think I am a sexy devil? How…quaint…it
will almost be a shame to kill you, human…you are entertaining…”
Thrysta giggled aloud, while blowing more kisses at the warrior
and giving him a little shake of her hips.
The human smiled triumphantly at her tone and began searching for
something in his rucksack. He pulled out a small figurine of a
fully armored charger, obviously the trinket used to summon his
steed. He smiled at her and then began to mutter to the figure as
a small glow surrounded it, obviously intent on summoning his
mount to further impress her.
Thrysta watched as he became distracted by his task. Her body had
finally mended and she felt her inner mana reach its peak.
It was time.
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Part 3
The besotted human had almost completed his summoning when
Thrysta took control of his mind.
The little flying goblinoid screeched, flying in wide circles and
then away as Thrysta approached the enthralled warrior.
The human swayed unsteadily, jaw slack, completely dominated by
Thrysta’s mind control. She pondered what to do with the fool…her
eyes finally falling upon the nearby barn of the farmstead. As
she watched, she could just barely spy shadowy movement inside
and heard faint hisses emanating from within.
Scourge infested the darkened barn…that much was apparent.
Thrysta turned to the warrior and spoke to him.
“Well, my foolish little human, can you now hear and understand
me?”
“Yes, mistress,” he responded.
“Good. Now listen my little plaything, I left a present for you
in that barn over there. Why don’t you run inside as fast as you
can and find it?”
“Oh, yes mistress!” the human uttered joyfully, running for the
barn and disappearing into the dark, shadowed entrance.
Thrysta felt her mind link with the human break just as the
screams, hisses and crashes began. She moved quickly to the side
of the barn entrance, waiting and listening to the raging fight
going on within as the warrior suddenly became self-aware once
again and fought for his life. She could hear armor buckling
under wicked strikes, Spirits shrieking in pain and rage…and
finally, panicked human cries of pain and terror.
Suddenly, with a last ethereal howl the sounds of conflict within
the barn ceased. After a moment, Thrysta could hear staggering
footsteps making for the barn entrance from within. She quickly
summoned her magics while drawing her barbed and edged mace, the
Scepter of the Unholy. Channeling her energies, she suffused the
deadly weapon with magics that would enhance its power and
channel weakness into her enemy.
The warrior staggered out of the entrance right past Thrysta, not
noticing her off to the side. His armor was rent and torn. He
bled from dozens of wounds, and it was obvious he could barely
stand. His hammer dragged in the dirt as he gasped for air,
clutching his side.
The warrior desperately dug into a pouch on his hip, his hand
emerging with a red vial of healing liquid in his grasp. He
struggled to unstop the cap from the vial just as Thrysta’s
wickedly edged mace crashed deep into the small of his back.
The human let out a tortured shriek and then crashed forward onto
his face in the dirt of the field.
Thrysta stared down at him in disgust as he gurgled incoherently,
facedown in the dry soil. She sheathed her mace and hooked the
toe of her boot under his shoulder guard, flipping the fallen
human onto his back with some effort.
The warrior coughed and gurgled, blood running freely from his
mouth. His body was quite still…only the coughing and panicked
rolling of his eyes let Thrysta know that he still clung to life.
Kneeling down next to the fallen warrior, Thrysta tilted the brim
of her hat back so that the human could look right into her
ravaged face. As he gazed into her rotting visage his coughing
and gurgling increased, his eyes welling with tears of terror.
“Yes, my foolish plaything, I am hideous…aren’t I? And now you
see me with your own eyes. Look upon me, fool…you sought my heart
for all time a short while ago. You sought to take my heart and
make it yours. Ironic that I took your spine in turn, is it not?”
Thrysta leaned over the dying human, her taloned hands on his
shoulders and her face inches from his.
“I know you cannot understand me fleshling, but know this. In
life, I had a husband. He was small, slight of frame. He knew
nothing of being a warrior or bearing arms. He was kind, loving
and gentle…and he died for me without hesitation.”
Thrysta leaned in further, her mouth brushing the warrior’s ear.
“For all your strength, size, armor and weaponry…you are not half
the man he was.”
The dying human tried to speak as tears and blood ran freely from
his face.
Placing a taloned finger over his mouth, Thrysta spoke.
“Shhhh…the time for words has passed, human.”
She smiled at him, their eyes meeting one last time.
“I am going to feed on you now, fleshling…you may think of each
bite as a bloody kiss, if you wish. Oh, and you may scream as
much as you want...”
The screams began as Thrysta’s teeth found the flesh of the man’s
face.
The warrior’s gurgling screams carried through the field, right
to the ears of the little winged goblinoid watching the
proceedings intently from the roof of the barn. He smiled
wickedly and took flight.
There was more love to spread this night…
The besotted human had almost completed his summoning when
Thrysta took control of his mind.
The little flying goblinoid screeched, flying in wide circles and
then away as Thrysta approached the enthralled warrior.
The human swayed unsteadily, jaw slack, completely dominated by
Thrysta’s mind control. She pondered what to do with the fool…her
eyes finally falling upon the nearby barn of the farmstead. As
she watched, she could just barely spy shadowy movement inside
and heard faint hisses emanating from within.
Scourge infested the darkened barn…that much was apparent.
Thrysta turned to the warrior and spoke to him.
“Well, my foolish little human, can you now hear and understand
me?”
“Yes, mistress,” he responded.
“Good. Now listen my little plaything, I left a present for you
in that barn over there. Why don’t you run inside as fast as you
can and find it?”
“Oh, yes mistress!” the human uttered joyfully, running for the
barn and disappearing into the dark, shadowed entrance.
Thrysta felt her mind link with the human break just as the
screams, hisses and crashes began. She moved quickly to the side
of the barn entrance, waiting and listening to the raging fight
going on within as the warrior suddenly became self-aware once
again and fought for his life. She could hear armor buckling
under wicked strikes, Spirits shrieking in pain and rage…and
finally, panicked human cries of pain and terror.
Suddenly, with a last ethereal howl the sounds of conflict within
the barn ceased. After a moment, Thrysta could hear staggering
footsteps making for the barn entrance from within. She quickly
summoned her magics while drawing her barbed and edged mace, the
Scepter of the Unholy. Channeling her energies, she suffused the
deadly weapon with magics that would enhance its power and
channel weakness into her enemy.
The warrior staggered out of the entrance right past Thrysta, not
noticing her off to the side. His armor was rent and torn. He
bled from dozens of wounds, and it was obvious he could barely
stand. His hammer dragged in the dirt as he gasped for air,
clutching his side.
The warrior desperately dug into a pouch on his hip, his hand
emerging with a red vial of healing liquid in his grasp. He
struggled to unstop the cap from the vial just as Thrysta’s
wickedly edged mace crashed deep into the small of his back.
The human let out a tortured shriek and then crashed forward onto
his face in the dirt of the field.
Thrysta stared down at him in disgust as he gurgled incoherently,
facedown in the dry soil. She sheathed her mace and hooked the
toe of her boot under his shoulder guard, flipping the fallen
human onto his back with some effort.
The warrior coughed and gurgled, blood running freely from his
mouth. His body was quite still…only the coughing and panicked
rolling of his eyes let Thrysta know that he still clung to life.
Kneeling down next to the fallen warrior, Thrysta tilted the brim
of her hat back so that the human could look right into her
ravaged face. As he gazed into her rotting visage his coughing
and gurgling increased, his eyes welling with tears of terror.
“Yes, my foolish plaything, I am hideous…aren’t I? And now you
see me with your own eyes. Look upon me, fool…you sought my heart
for all time a short while ago. You sought to take my heart and
make it yours. Ironic that I took your spine in turn, is it not?”
Thrysta leaned over the dying human, her taloned hands on his
shoulders and her face inches from his.
“I know you cannot understand me fleshling, but know this. In
life, I had a husband. He was small, slight of frame. He knew
nothing of being a warrior or bearing arms. He was kind, loving
and gentle…and he died for me without hesitation.”
Thrysta leaned in further, her mouth brushing the warrior’s ear.
“For all your strength, size, armor and weaponry…you are not half
the man he was.”
The dying human tried to speak as tears and blood ran freely from
his face.
Placing a taloned finger over his mouth, Thrysta spoke.
“Shhhh…the time for words has passed, human.”
She smiled at him, their eyes meeting one last time.
“I am going to feed on you now, fleshling…you may think of each
bite as a bloody kiss, if you wish. Oh, and you may scream as
much as you want...”
The screams began as Thrysta’s teeth found the flesh of the man’s
face.
The warrior’s gurgling screams carried through the field, right
to the ears of the little winged goblinoid watching the
proceedings intently from the roof of the barn. He smiled
wickedly and took flight.
There was more love to spread this night…