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Post by ashendis on May 8, 2006 9:51:13 GMT -5
((Yes I'm back. But I'm in school right now and I can't post a story right this second, unfortunately. I hope I'm not breaking severe rules and if I am I am terribly sorry and ask for forgiveness.
I should have a story up by my next free period, which is around 12:30pm today.
Hello to all those I'm friendly with, and to all the others I am not familiar with, I am looking forward to meeting you all!
Ashendis))
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Post by ashendis on May 8, 2006 12:07:47 GMT -5
((As I promised, here's my story ^_^))
Darkness was dominant in the deep corners of Ashenvale. All was quiet in the forest, save the swaying of the leaves in the soft wind. The moon hardly broke through the dense trees, but could be seen slightly.
In the abandoned northwest Barrow Dens, a mouse was scurrying about. It caught the sense of food, and immediately moved toward the scent.
The next moment, it lay dead with a glinting steel dagger through its skull.
"Damn bastards... At this rate, I'll have nothing left," a voice echoed through the Dens.
With a noise of soft shuffling on the ground, a Night Elf stood up and pulled the dagger off the dead creature. Blood caught the edge of the blade, but did not make a significant mark. With a soft sigh, the Night Elf wiped the blood away with his finger and wiped it on his black robe.
As the Night Elf emerged from the Barrow Dens, he let out another sigh.
"Maybe I really have spent too much time here in the Dens..." he said to himself out loud.
It was true. He had spent years in these Dens alone, nearly shunned from the world save coming out to beat back the wandering, invasive remnants of the Burning Legion. It was almost regular to find agents of the Burning Legion in the Infernal Hills.
After looking back to turn to the Dens again, he heard footsteps. However, they were not the large, thundering footsteps of an Infernal, or the soft quick steps of a Felstalker. They sounded almost... Human. Without thinking, he put himself in stealth to try and avoid sight.
"No, lord Ashendis, please.. Come back" a female voice said.
Ashendis' ears picked up at the voice. With slight, hesitation, but not coming out of stealth, he turned around to face the source of the plea. He saw a human woman of about 22 years old, with blonde hair cascading over her light blue eyes.
"Lindzay..?" Ashendis asked.
"Yes, milord. It's me," she replied.
For the first time in a long time, Ashendis smiled and came out of stealth.
"How in Elune's name did you find me?" he asked with arms crosses across his chest.
"Her." Lindzay pointed to the side of the Dens, where a Stormsaber was laying. Ashendis smirked and gave a soft laugh.
"Myra... I should've known. I think now I realize what she's been trying to tell me..." Lindzay leaned toward him and listened closely.
"I'm coming back."
With a smile and almost breaking into a cheer, Lindzay whistled sharply to the Stormsaber. With a jerk of its head, it got to its feet and ran to Lindzay and Ashendis.
"Come on, Myra... It's time I came back to the world."
It almost seemed as if it smiled at Ashendis and nodded. After mounting it, he turned to Lindzay.
"Aren't you coming?" he asked.
"What do you need me for, milord?" Lindzay asked in reply.
"Sorry... But I forgot how to get to Stormwind... Can you show me?"
"Well of course."
With that, Lindzay mounted the stormsaber, sat behind Ashendis and waited.
"Don't worry, my love... I'll be home soon." Ashendis pulled the sleeve of his robe to reveal a moon with arrows piercing in between. With a smile, he whispered into the stormsaber's ear and they rode off toward the Barrens, toward Ratchet, and toward home.
((hope it wasn't too cheesy! lol
Ashendis))
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