Post by Jadey/Ala/Oria on Apr 21, 2006 11:40:07 GMT -5
The Dead of Night, part 6
The letter left them both grave. Meet alone. Secrets of the Coven. Murders in Darnassus. The name Palemoon remarked on. The misfits lived by a creed to never be alone. And nodding to each other a final time, taking their hearthstones, Theonalas and Oria left to travel. She would watch from shadows as she always had. Sometimes it amazed the poet what she learned by watching Janlith. With a wry grin, he thought briefly upon his own stealthing within the ogre held halls of Dire Maul.
With a flash of light, they appeared within Auberdine, each taking wing in different directions. With a soft touch of hands, they were parted with a promise to meet in Raynehold. The spy would be waiting upon the striking of ten bells, the marking of the rising of Elune in the sky.
Claws dug into the soft leaves and earth of Ashenvale as the pair made their way, Theonalas from Astranaar, Oria from Azshara. Upon arriving, Oria heard the whispers of voices, the warning of movement by her poet. They ascended the stairs together to talk.
The hunt filled her heart, thoughts and concerns of the world burning away with the rise of scent and sight. Marking above her eyes, she caught the mind of Corelua, slinking with the cat in hidden shadows to the top of the tower, settling close to Theonalas. With slitted vision, she followed behind, fingers moving her along the spiral stair to a place of waiting.
"Palemoon, we have much to discuss. Much to consider. I am Azarel of the Watchers." The voice dripped with a sinister touch when speaking Theonalas' name. With a whisper, they considered what this could mean. The way of the Watchers was rumored of only by those too slow to know better. It was not a conversation either expected in the dark of this night.
The letter left them both grave. Meet alone. Secrets of the Coven. Murders in Darnassus. The name Palemoon remarked on. The misfits lived by a creed to never be alone. And nodding to each other a final time, taking their hearthstones, Theonalas and Oria left to travel. She would watch from shadows as she always had. Sometimes it amazed the poet what she learned by watching Janlith. With a wry grin, he thought briefly upon his own stealthing within the ogre held halls of Dire Maul.
With a flash of light, they appeared within Auberdine, each taking wing in different directions. With a soft touch of hands, they were parted with a promise to meet in Raynehold. The spy would be waiting upon the striking of ten bells, the marking of the rising of Elune in the sky.
Claws dug into the soft leaves and earth of Ashenvale as the pair made their way, Theonalas from Astranaar, Oria from Azshara. Upon arriving, Oria heard the whispers of voices, the warning of movement by her poet. They ascended the stairs together to talk.
The hunt filled her heart, thoughts and concerns of the world burning away with the rise of scent and sight. Marking above her eyes, she caught the mind of Corelua, slinking with the cat in hidden shadows to the top of the tower, settling close to Theonalas. With slitted vision, she followed behind, fingers moving her along the spiral stair to a place of waiting.
"Palemoon, we have much to discuss. Much to consider. I am Azarel of the Watchers." The voice dripped with a sinister touch when speaking Theonalas' name. With a whisper, they considered what this could mean. The way of the Watchers was rumored of only by those too slow to know better. It was not a conversation either expected in the dark of this night.