hectorfen
02-08-2007, 02:31 AM
It had been a long and arduous time in the darkness of the spirit realm. His cousin had not summoned him for some time now and he vaguely feared that he was no longer of use to Fenriria. His spirit drifted along in the empty abyss, thinking to himself, thinking about his blithe little cousin, Fenriria, and his dear dear friend, Mohrania. He sighed heavily, missing life. Suddenly he became aware of a shift in his surroundings, a bright light engulfing his very spirit.
Pain, intense pain, it eminated from his very bones and flesh. He paused. Flesh... he was alive. How can this be? He forced his eyes open, his vision was clouded in a haze of bright green. His head spun, trying to gain his bearings. Then an elf walked into his vision, his eyes widened. By the gods... had it finally happend? are we at peace with the night elves? He tried to stand on his hooves but fell to his knees, before he took even a step. The pain in his body worsened, his chest was in a world of agony.
"Get him to an inn!" he heard one voice say. A moment later two elves were carrying him off to a nearby inn. Something was strange about them though, they werent exactly the shades of purple, blue, or pink like he knew night elves to be. They had the skin tones more like a human and their hair had a more earthly range of tone. Despite these differences Hector's clouded mind and pain stricken body prevented him from questioning his initial assumption that these were night elves.
They laid him down on a bed at the inn, and left him to his tortured recovery. He curled up into a ball, trying make the pain ebb. Two days of this horrific agony continued untill early morning the second day, he heard the familiar hoof falls of his fellow race the tauren. He opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the pain it yeilded. A white Tauren appearing to his sight.
"I'm looking for Rania." she said to an elf stationed near the door.
"Fen?" Hector groaned, trying to get up from his bed but having little luck in suceeding,
The Tauren looked at Hector, bemused.
"im sorry... do i know you?"
Hector winced, trying to keep his eyes open. "Feh.... Fenriria.... don't you recognize me? Surely my appearance hasnt changed... too much... has it? Oh please tell me I still have my.... my lovely horns..."
Fenriria's eyes widened in shock.
"H... Hector?"
"of course its me! h...how could you forget your d... dear cousin."
"Uh... Hector... you might want to take a look in the mirror...."
Her words whent unheard by him, the pain overtook him and he once again slipped into unconciousness.
Pain, intense pain, it eminated from his very bones and flesh. He paused. Flesh... he was alive. How can this be? He forced his eyes open, his vision was clouded in a haze of bright green. His head spun, trying to gain his bearings. Then an elf walked into his vision, his eyes widened. By the gods... had it finally happend? are we at peace with the night elves? He tried to stand on his hooves but fell to his knees, before he took even a step. The pain in his body worsened, his chest was in a world of agony.
"Get him to an inn!" he heard one voice say. A moment later two elves were carrying him off to a nearby inn. Something was strange about them though, they werent exactly the shades of purple, blue, or pink like he knew night elves to be. They had the skin tones more like a human and their hair had a more earthly range of tone. Despite these differences Hector's clouded mind and pain stricken body prevented him from questioning his initial assumption that these were night elves.
They laid him down on a bed at the inn, and left him to his tortured recovery. He curled up into a ball, trying make the pain ebb. Two days of this horrific agony continued untill early morning the second day, he heard the familiar hoof falls of his fellow race the tauren. He opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the pain it yeilded. A white Tauren appearing to his sight.
"I'm looking for Rania." she said to an elf stationed near the door.
"Fen?" Hector groaned, trying to get up from his bed but having little luck in suceeding,
The Tauren looked at Hector, bemused.
"im sorry... do i know you?"
Hector winced, trying to keep his eyes open. "Feh.... Fenriria.... don't you recognize me? Surely my appearance hasnt changed... too much... has it? Oh please tell me I still have my.... my lovely horns..."
Fenriria's eyes widened in shock.
"H... Hector?"
"of course its me! h...how could you forget your d... dear cousin."
"Uh... Hector... you might want to take a look in the mirror...."
Her words whent unheard by him, the pain overtook him and he once again slipped into unconciousness.