Thoughts by Malkaris
Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 5:00 pm
Fires burned in this unholy place...A common site really and not really worth noting as far as Malkaris was concerned.
The dark robed figure stood up, soot covering his form and blood generously dripping from his physique. He slowly stands up to his full height being the same as that of a healthy night elf...which once upon a time he was. His clawed hand clenches tightly around the removed face of an unfortunate Draenai peacebringer, its owner laying on the floor writhing in agony with its hands to its face.
"Why do you scream? You waste your breath for something that will last a while I think..."
Malkaris throws the now flapping and dripping face to the ground and smooths out his robes. He was...annoyed at himself for having paused a while ago in answering Acherontia's question about his daughter.
The Draenai's chittering screams and sobs now mingled with the raging fires of shadowmoon valley. Another casualty of this already spirit filled place. Malkaris paces around its convulsing form, one arm across his chest and another against his chin.
"What would I do...If I saw you again, Saeris? My....little..."
The Draenai's hand clenches around Malkaris's foot and tugs. It seems... that the creature is angry. Holy light flashes from the Draenai's eyes as it attempts to heal the scorched hole in its chest. The smoke lazily floating about only adds to the effect as the light brightens the entire area.
Malkaris had last his balance and now lays on his back. He wasn't enraged or even embarrassed really. In that slight moment of hesitation he wasn't sure he wanted to think of what might happen to his daughter anyway really. An eyebrow arches as the ground shifts beneath him slightly at his weight. Lightning flashes above with an all to familiar cliche feeling tagging along with it. He smiles slightly to himself with this.
The Draenai is now standing and brandishing his weapon, a ridiculously large hammer which Malkaris had no intention of getting hit with. Blue luminescent blood struggles from the Draenai's faceless visage, mingling with the greenish tint of the sand. It spouts some form of gibberish...proclaiming this that or the other if its anything like the human paladins he's encountered before.
The peacebringer stalks forward, murder in its eyes. Its face tentacles writhe madly as a somewhat maddened grin forms on its lips.
"Saeris..my little elunite flower...would you still love your papa? Your papa, who's name would be forgotten by his people? Your papa who would be betrayed by his allies? The monster? ...Im not so bad I think...*he chuckles slightly, allowing himself a bit of indulgence, remembering all that he once was* I wonder..." He thinks. Memories of his former life, telling stories to his little one near Mount Hyjal before its fall, her first steps, all flow through his mind.
He becomes distracted by an all to inconveniencing whoosing sound and a distinctly metalic ching noise. He looks up, a grimace on his face as he holds up his Magus Blade, blocking the falling war hammer. The creature roars in a mixture of anguish and rage bringing it down again. Malkaris quickly rolls out of the way and onto his feet, only to be driven backwards against a boulder by another bone shattering swing of that nightmare inducing hammer. Sparks fly from his blade and darkness seeps out of his own eyes, shadows mingling with blue flashes of his own determination.
No magic...I still know how to wield a blade...I still know.
I pray that no one finds you my little Saeris...for now...Perhaps...If you saw things our way....
The dark robed figure stood up, soot covering his form and blood generously dripping from his physique. He slowly stands up to his full height being the same as that of a healthy night elf...which once upon a time he was. His clawed hand clenches tightly around the removed face of an unfortunate Draenai peacebringer, its owner laying on the floor writhing in agony with its hands to its face.
"Why do you scream? You waste your breath for something that will last a while I think..."
Malkaris throws the now flapping and dripping face to the ground and smooths out his robes. He was...annoyed at himself for having paused a while ago in answering Acherontia's question about his daughter.
The Draenai's chittering screams and sobs now mingled with the raging fires of shadowmoon valley. Another casualty of this already spirit filled place. Malkaris paces around its convulsing form, one arm across his chest and another against his chin.
"What would I do...If I saw you again, Saeris? My....little..."
The Draenai's hand clenches around Malkaris's foot and tugs. It seems... that the creature is angry. Holy light flashes from the Draenai's eyes as it attempts to heal the scorched hole in its chest. The smoke lazily floating about only adds to the effect as the light brightens the entire area.
Malkaris had last his balance and now lays on his back. He wasn't enraged or even embarrassed really. In that slight moment of hesitation he wasn't sure he wanted to think of what might happen to his daughter anyway really. An eyebrow arches as the ground shifts beneath him slightly at his weight. Lightning flashes above with an all to familiar cliche feeling tagging along with it. He smiles slightly to himself with this.
The Draenai is now standing and brandishing his weapon, a ridiculously large hammer which Malkaris had no intention of getting hit with. Blue luminescent blood struggles from the Draenai's faceless visage, mingling with the greenish tint of the sand. It spouts some form of gibberish...proclaiming this that or the other if its anything like the human paladins he's encountered before.
The peacebringer stalks forward, murder in its eyes. Its face tentacles writhe madly as a somewhat maddened grin forms on its lips.
"Saeris..my little elunite flower...would you still love your papa? Your papa, who's name would be forgotten by his people? Your papa who would be betrayed by his allies? The monster? ...Im not so bad I think...*he chuckles slightly, allowing himself a bit of indulgence, remembering all that he once was* I wonder..." He thinks. Memories of his former life, telling stories to his little one near Mount Hyjal before its fall, her first steps, all flow through his mind.
He becomes distracted by an all to inconveniencing whoosing sound and a distinctly metalic ching noise. He looks up, a grimace on his face as he holds up his Magus Blade, blocking the falling war hammer. The creature roars in a mixture of anguish and rage bringing it down again. Malkaris quickly rolls out of the way and onto his feet, only to be driven backwards against a boulder by another bone shattering swing of that nightmare inducing hammer. Sparks fly from his blade and darkness seeps out of his own eyes, shadows mingling with blue flashes of his own determination.
No magic...I still know how to wield a blade...I still know.
I pray that no one finds you my little Saeris...for now...Perhaps...If you saw things our way....