Tillna
05-27-2006, 02:35 PM
Celcia sat down on the rook she normally shared with Barke and Lovely. She stood there, the images flashing in her mind. They had been in Azshara. They had found an artifact that would free them of their curse, the berserker inside of them. It had worked... very well. But, it had done something they had not for seen. It had released the curse in the form of a demon, each one on an equal level to the person. Celcia had a Nether Maiden, Dalis, Keisori's wind serpent, had a Fel Hunter to fight. Keisori...his demon was forming, slowly, as Celcia and Dalis defeated their inner demon. Minutes later, it appeared. A Dread Lord stood in front of Keisori, glaring at him
"You would deny your Blood line? Deny me and deny power? Are you a fool?"
Keisori grinned, picking up his hatchets
"No. I do not want to hurt my daughter…or have her be forced to hurt other people. Now, I send you to the Nether, where you will suffer as I have!"
Keisori Jumped up, using his hatchets, he slammed one into the Dread Lords throat. At the same time, he used his off hand to dig into the Demons shoulder, swinging around it, using his body weight to increase his momentum. Half way around, he switched his hold, using the Dread Lords wings to push his way around, severing the head.
"The deed is done...nothing to worry about Cel...Celcia? CELCIA!?!?!?!?!?"
Kei rushed over to her limp body. The aura of darkness had destroyed her mind, causing her to pass out, her arm broken from the fight.
Keisori scooped her up, cursing in Darnassian. HE let out a whistle and Dalis slithered over, not enough energy to fly. They made their way back to Darnassus, where they both rested for 3 days, nursing wounds. On that third Day, Keisori Carried Celcia to Storm wind, without any help from Kinra, his night saber. He let her rest for three more days, until Celcia could see her beloved Rohanithtraz again.
Celcia looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been so useless to her father. She needed a hug was all…
Off in Burning Steeps, Keisori and Dalis were learning to fight as a team again. They had forgotten how when they had freed the berserker curse. Keisori looked up, rain falling in this hellish wasteland.
“Some one pure…is crying Dalis…Is it Celcia? Have I failed as a father?”
Keisori looked to Dalis, who merely shook his scaly head. Keisori sighed, smiling slightly
“I just hope she turns out better then I did…”
Dalis hissed, nodding his head to reassure Keisori.
“Would help if she had a real mother…heh…but who wants this old man?”
Keisori sighed, his left hand shaking as he held it out. He really wanted to have some one to help raise his daughter...as he had no idea how to do deal with the female side of growing up. He had only one brother, who had died a rather unpleasant death. His mother was a strong warrior, and his wife…He shook his head. That was still a sad topic for him.
“Dalis…lets go back. We did what they asked. We can take a vacation if you want. I-I want to take Celcia...but we should let her be. I don’t think she wants to see me now…”
He stripped off his chest piece, Pauldrons and mask, before walking to Lake Shire. He went to bed immediately, his body tired, his thoughts turning to Celcia.
“By Elune I hope I am doing it right, raising her up to be a good person.”
He rolled over, falling to sleep
Celcia looked at all the people walking by. She thought one thing. Am I a good daughter? DO people really love me? She looked up, seeing Lovely and Barke talking to each other, and smiled. She lunged foreword and hugged them both, smiling.
“I love you both…” She whispered quietly to them.
"You would deny your Blood line? Deny me and deny power? Are you a fool?"
Keisori grinned, picking up his hatchets
"No. I do not want to hurt my daughter…or have her be forced to hurt other people. Now, I send you to the Nether, where you will suffer as I have!"
Keisori Jumped up, using his hatchets, he slammed one into the Dread Lords throat. At the same time, he used his off hand to dig into the Demons shoulder, swinging around it, using his body weight to increase his momentum. Half way around, he switched his hold, using the Dread Lords wings to push his way around, severing the head.
"The deed is done...nothing to worry about Cel...Celcia? CELCIA!?!?!?!?!?"
Kei rushed over to her limp body. The aura of darkness had destroyed her mind, causing her to pass out, her arm broken from the fight.
Keisori scooped her up, cursing in Darnassian. HE let out a whistle and Dalis slithered over, not enough energy to fly. They made their way back to Darnassus, where they both rested for 3 days, nursing wounds. On that third Day, Keisori Carried Celcia to Storm wind, without any help from Kinra, his night saber. He let her rest for three more days, until Celcia could see her beloved Rohanithtraz again.
Celcia looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had been so useless to her father. She needed a hug was all…
Off in Burning Steeps, Keisori and Dalis were learning to fight as a team again. They had forgotten how when they had freed the berserker curse. Keisori looked up, rain falling in this hellish wasteland.
“Some one pure…is crying Dalis…Is it Celcia? Have I failed as a father?”
Keisori looked to Dalis, who merely shook his scaly head. Keisori sighed, smiling slightly
“I just hope she turns out better then I did…”
Dalis hissed, nodding his head to reassure Keisori.
“Would help if she had a real mother…heh…but who wants this old man?”
Keisori sighed, his left hand shaking as he held it out. He really wanted to have some one to help raise his daughter...as he had no idea how to do deal with the female side of growing up. He had only one brother, who had died a rather unpleasant death. His mother was a strong warrior, and his wife…He shook his head. That was still a sad topic for him.
“Dalis…lets go back. We did what they asked. We can take a vacation if you want. I-I want to take Celcia...but we should let her be. I don’t think she wants to see me now…”
He stripped off his chest piece, Pauldrons and mask, before walking to Lake Shire. He went to bed immediately, his body tired, his thoughts turning to Celcia.
“By Elune I hope I am doing it right, raising her up to be a good person.”
He rolled over, falling to sleep
Celcia looked at all the people walking by. She thought one thing. Am I a good daughter? DO people really love me? She looked up, seeing Lovely and Barke talking to each other, and smiled. She lunged foreword and hugged them both, smiling.
“I love you both…” She whispered quietly to them.