Sin'Zaram - A tale told with a tail. By Mahakali
Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 12:09 am
Mahakali checked the girth on her new mount, while slower than hernormal mount this one could fly and she wasn't sure if her divineprotection would save her from such a great fall.
Talking to her mount “Look how far I have come, when I first arrivedback here to this world, my home world I did not know what to expect.Would this land be torn by war, would the dead be walking the streetsof Silvermoon? I expected all things and nothing.”
Continuing her brushing and grooming “So should I call you Sin'Zaram? I like that Blood Blade, what do you think Blood Blade?”
The mount watched his rider with cunning delight, it knew only the lashof its previous master, a quick whistle, spurs, harsh words and littlefood. This Elf knew how to treat her equipment and more importantlyknew how to treat her mount. He almost spoke out at that time butremembered the mandate of his people, if the other races of Azerothknew they could reason, think and speak they might grow more guardedaround them.
So like any “animal” it huffed and nosed towards the pouch the Paladinkept at her side. “Blood Knight, is what they call themselves” came thevoice. Blinking its eyes slowly Sin'Zaram acknowledged the information.
The Pal.. Blood Knights other mount had clear thought of his Mistressweighing much less, often battered and broken falling and never givingup on her ride to the pinnacle of training. Now looking at her it wasalmost painful to see her aura, she burned bright with the light stolenfrom the Naruu, her gear glowed strange colors, her soul pulsed withstolen life and darkness, yet with all the death that surrounded thegirl, blade could sense her new sense of wonder as she looked at hernew boots and armor. Sure she looked like something a drunken gypsywould make on a dare none could deny she had taken the mightiesthammers, the sharpest blades and most fel energies with a laugh. ThisMahakali, Great Destroyer seemed to take pleasure in staring the endall creatures must face and keep her smile.
Sin'Zaram looked one more time, weighing the darkness in her soul, hersadness at her station, yet her elation when her new family brought herwith them.
Mahakali looked up from her work and for a moment something passedbetween rider and steed and she flung back her head and laughed. “Sothis is what it is like to be the little sister, always following neverleading. So be it!”
Mahakali threw herself into the saddle and flew into the sky, somewheresomething dark shuddered knowing the Blood Elf and her bright blade andyes even Blood Blade were heading their way.
Talking to her mount “Look how far I have come, when I first arrivedback here to this world, my home world I did not know what to expect.Would this land be torn by war, would the dead be walking the streetsof Silvermoon? I expected all things and nothing.”
Continuing her brushing and grooming “So should I call you Sin'Zaram? I like that Blood Blade, what do you think Blood Blade?”
The mount watched his rider with cunning delight, it knew only the lashof its previous master, a quick whistle, spurs, harsh words and littlefood. This Elf knew how to treat her equipment and more importantlyknew how to treat her mount. He almost spoke out at that time butremembered the mandate of his people, if the other races of Azerothknew they could reason, think and speak they might grow more guardedaround them.
So like any “animal” it huffed and nosed towards the pouch the Paladinkept at her side. “Blood Knight, is what they call themselves” came thevoice. Blinking its eyes slowly Sin'Zaram acknowledged the information.
The Pal.. Blood Knights other mount had clear thought of his Mistressweighing much less, often battered and broken falling and never givingup on her ride to the pinnacle of training. Now looking at her it wasalmost painful to see her aura, she burned bright with the light stolenfrom the Naruu, her gear glowed strange colors, her soul pulsed withstolen life and darkness, yet with all the death that surrounded thegirl, blade could sense her new sense of wonder as she looked at hernew boots and armor. Sure she looked like something a drunken gypsywould make on a dare none could deny she had taken the mightiesthammers, the sharpest blades and most fel energies with a laugh. ThisMahakali, Great Destroyer seemed to take pleasure in staring the endall creatures must face and keep her smile.
Sin'Zaram looked one more time, weighing the darkness in her soul, hersadness at her station, yet her elation when her new family brought herwith them.
Mahakali looked up from her work and for a moment something passedbetween rider and steed and she flung back her head and laughed. “Sothis is what it is like to be the little sister, always following neverleading. So be it!”
Mahakali threw herself into the saddle and flew into the sky, somewheresomething dark shuddered knowing the Blood Elf and her bright blade andyes even Blood Blade were heading their way.