Spring Fever
Frain - April 4, 2006
Frain stood behind a tree watching the couple in the clearing.
She wasn't sure why she came here....she detested them so , the
Night Elves. With their thick hair, whole skin....they thought
they were so perfect!
The anger boiled inside her, the past few days she had felt
different. She was almost convinced now that there was something
going on. Several times, she had seemed to have "lost" time
somehow. The only similarity in the occurances being that they
happened when she would get very angry. Always she woke up
somewhere she didn't remember falling asleep....with Necrosis of
course not far away.
So she had come to Ashenvale, to work on her fishing skills, and
to be alone for a bit. Necrosis was busy anyway, studying about
those yucky bugs of Silithus that everyone was talking about.
The couple she watched though, had no inkling that they were a
few feet from death...the male chased the female around the
clearing, there skin coming alive with the pumping of blood in
their veins. The female laughed and acted like she wanted to get
away.....though truly she didn't Frain thought to herself.
"Elven whore...." she growled with envy. Finally he caught her,
they fell to the ground, grinding into each other with passion.
Frain listened as what she assumed were love words were spoken in
between long kisses and fondling.
Having had enough, Frain blinked and was beside the couple, her
timing impeccable as they were getting ready to climax in ecstasy
together.
"Die you filthy night elves...you are denied your love......along
with your life!" Rage coursed through her as she unleashed a
storm of ice around her.
Frozen they were...locked in that final embrace....until she
shattered them into small fragments of ice. Satisfaction replaced
the rage, as she watched the fragments melt into the earth they
so coveted.
She teleported to the Undercity to find Necrosis, along the way ,
she noticed the there were among the living members of the Horde
more couples around the city. Was it something in the air ? She
thought she knew what was going on....but she couldn't remember.
When she didn't remember , she sought out Necrosis. He always
could fill in the blanks for her.....
[Necrosis]
“Yes my love, it is a chemical reaction.” Necrosis said to his
inquisitive bride as he slipped a tome back onto the bookshelf.
Necrosis continued “They have chemicals in their bodies that make
them act that way.” Turning to his wife Necrosis grabbed her
shoulders and looked deeply into Frain’s eyes “We once felt that
way but we have evolved. Hmmm, trust me my love, we now have true
love.”
[Frain]
"So, why do the chemicals make them feel like this now ? " Frain
questioned her husband. "Because they need to be attracted to
each other, to breed I suppose." He smoothed a patch of hair on
her head, "Filthy really, so carnal and disgusting . They swap
fluids to produce offspring, now that is enough questions for
now.....I have some more work to do , go run along and find
something to do." He kissed the top of her head and turned away.
Frain thought for a moment that she should leave it at that, and
go tailor some shirts. But she couldn't help but ask one more
question. "Did we have children ?" Necrosis halted and seemed to
have to collect himself. Turning around he looked stern. " No, we
did not, and trust me my love, we are better for it. "
The last words trigger a memory .....
* " I have no time for silly notions like children Wife. There
are people sick, more and more each day.....shall I let them
possibly die while I waste my time bedding you ? And why should
we bring a child into this world, there are dangers , seen and
yet unseen . It would benefit you to not be so selfish all the
time. I am going back to my work, I will be
home.......eventually. Try to spend your time doing something
useful would you ! Trust me, we will be better off without
children to worry about. " With that her husband turned and left,
slamming the door behind him.
Frain sat and wondered what was wrong with her, that he could not
be interested in her anymore. The tears came then, hot streaming
down her lovely face. She was so lonely, and she had thought a
child would make her whole. Perhaps fill in the emptiness inside
her. But of course he knew best, and maybe she was just being
selfish. *
Frain realizes she is sitting on her mount, staring into
memories. She shakes her head, wondering how Necrosis could have
ever been so not in love with her.
"Well, if I was denied children, then so shall the Night Elves
not breed this season. " She goes to the guild hall and writes
this missive , tacking it to others.
* Grim , it has come to my attention that the Night Elves season
of love and breeding is here. We cannot allow them to produce
more whores or soldiers. I will be planning to attack the
villages of Astranaar, Auberdine, and taking the ship over that
travels to the World Tree. We will plan this for the 15th of this
month, evening hours. Meeting at Splintertree.
Please join me, the screams of the Elves will be music to our
ears. *
[Later ...]
*Frain sits sewing some more shirts for the Auction House,
remembering last nights ..... cleansing.
They gathered at Splintertree Post, the more senior members just
having killed three of the God Hakkar's aspects, and a
particularly clever troll ... the Bloodlord they called him.
Frain looks down at her new kilt, she loved the color of it,
blood red, it had needed some mending but it was lovely on her
now.
The Grim rallied and Frain had been so proud of all who had taken
the time to help her with her cause. It is easy to become too
busy these days , Azeroth was in constant turmoil, with no
shortage of tasks to complete, and riches to be had. But they had
all come because she had asked, and they were
bloodthirsty.....they were the Grim.
She gave the order to move out , Astranaar the first objective.
The lovely lake community was a hot bed of night elve training.
Along the road through Ashenvale, there were some unfortunate
Alliance that must have wet themselves as they saw the wall of
Horde coming their way. This makes Frain laugh to herself.....she
named them Appetizers.
They came to the elf village, "Burn it down, leave none alive."
Frain was glad to have her sister Vuudu right next to her, she
was much more military like and was so confident.
Screams of death could be heard immediately, the Sentinels and
all the civilians not standing a chance against the force of
evil. Grim could be seen slicing ears , and severing heads, what
else are the whorish elves good for ? The Inn was a grisly sight,
bits of bodies not consumed covered the floor. The Innkeeper
hanging precariously from the ceiling above his usual place at
the counter, with his head ..... on the counter itself.
Frain became lost in the carnage, revelling in the destruction.
They continued to Auberdine, since the Alliance were not
defending yet. The even smaller village fell before the force. A
few defenders showed up there finally, catching Frain they tore
her apart. They were angry, she could tell, and that made her
smile before she met death. Returning to her body , she saw the
Grim had taken the boat that traveled to the Whore Tree....she
hopped on the next one.
The sea port at the bottom of the tree was burning already when
she arrived. Grim stood around , blood lust at a fever pitch,
yelling to continue up the Tree. Frain told them all they had met
her goals, and anything else was extra. She was curious, so she
ran into the pink lighted portal to the Whore Tree.
She arrived on the other side, and there were the defenders she
was expecting. They must have been thinking we would try to come
here, and they tore her to bits. Other Grim came and caused some
chaos, but all decided to call it a day, and found there ways
back to Horde territory.
All in all, she was satisfied, her goal having been met. She had
seen much suffering, night elf faces frozen in fear . This would
be a night she would treasure .