Loving the Enemy. (Fedalas and Rosita Red)

[Fedalas]

First two post will just be a simple Character profile =]

Fedalas was a handsome young male only aged 19. He hailed from Elwynn Forest where he was raised by a single mother. All his life Fedalas was a kind and had a gentle heart as a child, he grew up to be everything his mother wanted. Fedalas joined the Alliance army when he turned seventeen, the boy was surprisingly skilled with shield and sword. Fedalas wielded a beautifully crafted sword made of a special kind of style. It was slightly curved with a few jagged teeth at the end. It was given to him by his mother before setting off. She told him it was all his farther left behind before leaving her for the last time.

No one really ever saw what Fedalas looked like. He wore a long smooth black cloak and hood everywhere he went. The humans fought bitterly against the Horde as new plans were implemented to drive them from the Eastern Kingdoms. Fedalas found himself fighting in the Vanguard every time, right at the front in the heat of battle. He survived every time, a record among the sorry souls to be thrown into the Vanguard. It seemed almost as if someone was trying to be rid of him.

On one cold evening in Redridge Mountains where the orcs loomed in the darkness. A small group of Stormwinds Elite Guards had been posted there to defend the locals. They were not enough for what was to come. Like death itself the Orcs emerged from the moonless sky. Their ferocious screams tore into the hearts of those who dared appose them. All hope had been lost..until upon the horizon appeared twenty well armed men. Fedals, mounted on horse back turned to his men and ushered what he thought would be has last words before throwing himself onto the savage Orcs down billow who overwhelmed the small town. "Be not afraid! Death is but a path! Home is the only destination! Fight with me tonight and I swear to you we will all see home together my brothers!" Fedalas was a natural born leader, his simple words inspiring a flurry of power and emotions in his men. Fedalas took the charge, leaps and bounds in-front of his men as they smashed into the flank of the Orcs. A gigantic hammer smashed into the side of his horse as the beasts poor soul fled it's body Fedalas was thrown to the ground. A circle of fighting still erupting around him and the Orc who he assumed was their leader. All eyes were fixed on the too. From beneath the veil of shadows of his cloak Fedalas drew up his shield and planted his feet firmly into the ground. The orc came at him, his hammer swung and missed. Fedalas, although a warrior was quick on his feet and dodge his attacks. Some unavoidable attacks slammed into his shield releasing such a bang to make one partially death. The sun had begun to rise in the far distance. The red soil beneath their feet stained even more with blood. It wasn't long before the Orc leader tired. Fedalas smashed his shield into the Orcs hammer and it left his embrace. Like a leaf dancing in the wind Fedalas spun around and built momentum. His sword hacked into the hard flesh of the Orc. A loud scream left him along with his last breath before Fedalas pulled his sword out and raised it up then pushed it down and through the orcs shoulder into it's heart. What remained of the Orc pack fled, Fedalas showed mercy and ordered his men to stand down.

The sun had finally crept out from behind the red mountains, it shun upon a blood soaked Fedalas who stood with buckled shield and sword in hand as the groans of the wounded rang out in the back. He had escaped death once more. The clapping started with one hand before spreading into a ground and volley of clapping and cheering. He simply did what was right in his heart. After the battle had ended amiss the cheering the Captain in charge of the defense saw Fedalas's sword. An old man whose experience was clear in his eyes. Shocked to his core the old Captain took to his knee and the rest followed. Fedalas, naturally confused demanded that they rise only for the Captain to reveal to Fedalas who he really is. "You are the Prince my lord". Fedalas was humored but confused as to what the Captain was speaking off. Fedalas stuck out his hand and raised the Captain and demanded an explanation. In a stunned crowd even the wounded stopped bleeding, the dying held onto the threads of life for a few more seconds only to hear the tale unfold. The Captain explained about King Wyrnns bastards, he had but a few and most of them died in some unfortunate way. The sword Fedalas wielded was a war trophy taken from a highly regarded Blood Elf commander upon being defeated by Wyrnn in the field. The king left it with the mother of his last bastard for her to trade or sell to provide for her child but she held onto it. Fedalas stood, still not convinced and shook his head. Denying the possibility as it slowly sunk in. Tears of joy were shed among some of the men whilst the rest cleared the blood stained soil to drink away their pains and celebrate the victory.

Fedalas rode to Stormwind with his men and the Captain proudly at his side. The undiscovered prince did not seek to conqueror no one but none the less they rode through the gates like conquerors as the many eyes of Stormwind looked on at this cloaked and blood soaked man riding up the steps to the keep. Unknown to Fedalas the king had hoped for him to die in the Vanguard and moved to his generals and commanders at every point and battle to ensure Fedalas was given the most deadly of tasks. He did not falter nor fail, Fedalas triumphed and whispers among men named him the Shadow of Death. A name rather dark for a man of such kind heart, although he may never display this.

Fedalas took a step into the gates to the Stormwind keep as the Guards looked on confused and drew swords only to be pacified by the Guard Captain at his side. Walking the six feet of man he was up towards the throne the silence was replaced by whispers of passer bys. King Wyrnn and the young prince rose to their feet and addressed the Captain. Silent, the Captain had no words. Fedalas gazed from beneath his hood "I'm home father". His fatal words had the King turn white as blood flushed from his face. The Keep turned to silence as the King embraced him. Fedalas drew his sword, all recognized it. There was no hiding that Fedalas was his eldest heir and bastard. In the coming months Fedalas was housed in the keep and brought into the council where he excelled. He was for the people and was loved by all. He would not eat till his heart knew the poor had been fed. Though some loved him he was despised by many. The King wanted to be rid of this dishonor. Fedalas did not care for thrones and kingdoms. He only wanted to seek the love of his father he never had growing up. He wanted to do what little right he could in this world.

Wyrnn devised a plan to be rid of Fedalas. On a cold and eerie morning. The sun was just peeking its head over the hills as the morning dew settled in. The sound of hooves littered the street and all were summoned to the keep. A person had been tied and head covered with a black cloth. "Fedalas" the King summoned him to the doors of the keep where the unknown person knelt. The King moved his hand, commanding the guard to remove the cloth, beneath was hidden the frail and frightened face of Fedalas mother. The fear and pain to this day can be seen in the eyes of Fedalas as he looked on and demanded answers. The King stepped out and addressed the people "We thought the gods returned a son onto me!..but it was not so." The King faked a sigh in attempt to fake his despair and disappointment "This woman got her thieving hands on my blade as I visited the town of Goldshire. The new moon passed and I had wished to roam the Kingdoms and take..stock of what my great citizens were doing." Gagged his mother shook her head as tears rolled down her face, she tried telling Fedalas it was not so. Guards seized Fedalas as the King continued with his poisoned words "I'm saddened but this is considered to be traitorous, acting to be my son!? My heart weighs heavy this day and so blood must be spilled" Ruthless and unwavering the king had Fedalas's mother cut down there and then. A solid swing from a guards sword saw her head roll from her body. Fedalas's body went numb and sunk in to the arms of the Guards as his mother was taken from him. The only person he ever had was stripped from him.

For the time Fedalas was kept in chains within the Stockades as the King sought council as to how to deal with him. It's unclear up to this day about how Fedalas escaped. In the mist of the night after the captive Prince disappeared from Stormwind with his famous sword. Some say the people who loved him, the commons, the Guard Captain had helped him slip through the Darkness of the night. Since that day no one have heard of him. The hunt seized, presumed dead. No one really ever saw his face and so it was a futile effort none the less.

Character when cloaked.

Without Cloak.

 

[rosita red]

Talia-
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From an early age Talia had shown immense talent with animals. Although her family are laborers within Silvermoon her talents hadn't gone unnoticed. A hunter trainer within the city by the name of Korrith took her under his tutelage when she turned thirteen, as is the custom. Korrith watched with pride as Talia excelled at taming animals to aide her in combat. As well as her animal companions Talia had great accuracy with a bow an arrow, even the heavier kind that took more energy from her to heft, aim, and fire. Although she had good accuracy and precision with guns she preferred not to use them, preferring the skill it takes to bring something down with a bow. Of course taught her other skills she would need to survive when she went out on her own, such as first aid, cooking, skinning and leather working.


Eventually the time came when Korrith could teach her no more. Already Talia had proven herself in a few small tasks for those around Silvermoon City, such as clearing out patches of the surrounding woods or taming creatures for pets. It seemed minor to her but it worked to help her reputation reach the ears of those in command of the Horde. It didn't take much to recruit her into the force. A few years later her reputation as a deadly hunter spread even to the Allied side. With her pet dragonhawk Vele at her side she
she seems almost invincible to even her own side.


Vele-
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[Fedalas]

A quiet year had passed since Fedalas had escaped the clutches of his captors after the King had his mother killed before his hopeless eyes.
Fedalas held a small log that had been burned and weather by time in his hands as a small tear trickled down his cheek. He could not resist but come back to the small little cottage that he was raised in. The small cottage was situated on the river of Elwynn that bordered Duskwood. As a child Fedalas would play outside in the dark as he pretended to sail across the river and extinguish the evil that roamed the lands. Whilst Fedalas sat, a broken man by the burned down ruins of his old home he could hear his mothers voice calling to him. Looking around he could see reflections from his childhood. Watching as he ran around with a cape from a table cloth and his mom watching on.

The day had grown to an end with the sun being swallowed by the mountains and a eerie darkness drowned the world around Fedalas. The moon shun little light across the land as it became engulfed by clouds. First a small drop of rain splashed off the scolded vegetation where Fedalas stood before the storm unleashed. He stood in a perfect circle of burned earth, the small house in ruins. Nearby he heard the call of Alliance men. They were after something, they were on the hunt. Like a demon, Fedalas simply faded into the night. Though the night was dark fedalas kept his body hidden beneath a veil of ominous shadows cast by his cloak. Moving from cover to cover he closed in on the loud impatient men as the rambled and rattled through shrubs and vegetation in the dark. "What are they after.." Thought Fedalas to himself hidden behind a rather large tree.

 

[rosita red]

Talia cursed slightly under her breath. If that rogue ever escapes from the clutches of the allies she will riddle him with arrows herself. She's tempted to see if can find out how the mob found out about her when she gets away from the people currently pursuing her. Besides her sits a miserable Vele, grounded for now to keep the sound of his wings from attracting the group after them. Unlike them however Talia is totally at home with moving about in the dark. If only she could get across the river she would be home free. These men fear the forests and the creatures that dwell within to much. Once into the woods she could avoid the village of Darkshire completely. Like a living shadow herself Talia moved from cover to cover, melting with the shadows. Her sharp hearing picks up the sounds of dogs. If she had time she would have rolled her eyes. Do they think they could uses dogs to track her? Talia moved behind a large tree, and was startled to find her hiding place already occupied. Clearly her ears and peridot green eyes mark her as being a blood elf and therefore an enemy. Talia knew her fate now rested in this stranger's hands. Would he... or she give her away? Or let her slip across the river and go about it's business.

 

[Fedalas]

Fedalas was leaning against the tree with his left shoulder as he listened to the ruckus unfolding in the forest. "A man hunt, no doubt" he thought to himself as he heard the dogs barking. Although Fedalas's senses were beyond natural, he still couldn't hear nor see anyone approaching the tree but he felt a disturbance, like someone or something was near in the pitch black darkness. The few drops of rain had now escalated. The heavens were torn apart with bails of lightening and the roar of thunder, like a Dragon rising from a cave, echoed in the distance. The sound of rain splashing off his cloak made it harder to hear and obscured his vision.

Out of the darkness came a figure, bursting through the rain the figure was clearly heading for the tree from which Fedalas surveyed the area. His reactions were uncanny. Fedalas drew his blade with silence yet as swift as lightening. Fedalas never froze in combat, killing came natural to him it was like his breath. Standing in uttermost silence his blade rested against the soft skin of the Elf. He stared into the depths of her eyes. Mesmerized, like under a spell he stared only for a few seconds yet in his soul it went on for eternity. His eyes remained hidden as he searched deep inside her. There he found a glimpse of fear as he began to put the puzzle together. Swiftly he grabbed onto her shirt and flung her back the way he had came. The air became hard to breath as an intense heat radiated from his body. For a brief second the head of a dragon appeared around his. Like a spirit possessed him. A ring of fire burst out around him, the shearing and crack of trees falling was louder than the thunder. Cutting off a segment of the forest he sheaved his blade and turned to the Elf laying soaked on the ground. Fedalas was yet to speak but he had no words, only a plan. Grabbing onto her shoulder he ripped her up and charged off into the forest as the guards now had his scent to feed to the hounds keen nostrils. Branches whizzed by them as the two ran through the blinding darkness. A branch or too caught onto Fedalas ripping a bit of his cloak and one cut his face across the cheek. He held a firm grasp onto the Elfs arm as the sound of the river got louder.

The hounds were fast and hot on their trail. The storm had caused the river to swell more than five times its size. The water swirled and splashed like a dance of chaos. The bank was a fair distance, a man could not simply jump it. Fedalas looked back as the barking got closer and then back at the Elf. He looked at the ground for a moment before raising his head with a new plan. Fedalas took a position behind the elf and pulled her in close. His hands were clasped onto her waist. He began to push forward into her and broke into a run. Like a arrow he launched her across the bank, flinging her from the waters edge. Sadly it was a one time thing, he had no way to cross. Fedalas knew if he was to be caught he would not escape Stormwind again. Every fiber of his body told him to stand and fight. He would die with honor rather than by the ax of a faceless man. He also know that without him the Elf wouldn't get far, he knew the lands like he was the heart which pumped it with life. He smiled at her as she looked on, slightly hurt from the toss. Fedalas slipped his leg into the river as it ripped him away from the bank and took him downstream. Like a hungry monster the water swallowed and spat him out. He had almost reached the bridge before slamming into a boulder that sat on the Duskwood side of the river. The pain exploded through his body "ARHGG!!" his scream roared but was swallowed by the raging waters. Fedalas rolled himself off the boulder with water thrashing into his back. The boulder lead to a soggy bit of the river bank on which Fedalas now laid on. Consumed by pain as he coughed up a bit of blood.

Drenched, battered and bruised he found his feet once more. Stumbling through the darkness he was still recovering. Stopping every few feet as he gagged and threw up the filthy water that had been forced into his body. Trying to locate the elf the Guards had stopped onto the bank and began blowing a horn of sorts before running off into the darkness once more. Fedalas lost the element of surprise and stealth as he coughed, gasping for air in the forsaken forest. He fell against a tree as he found the Elf laying on the cold ground. Crawling on all fours he struggled over to her and turned her over. Her head fell into his lap as he found himself staring into her eyes once more. "You made it.."He sighed and looked back at the raging river.

 

[rosita red]

Just her luck she would come across a trained fighter. A bandit perhaps? The had been known to lurk in these parts. Talia stared back at him, waiting for him to make his move. She bit down hard on her lips to keep from letting a cry of surprise out when he grabbed her by the shirt and flung her towards the river. The hard fall to the ground dazed her, but not enough to miss the stranger's show of force. Vele took up a defensive position, ready to defend his Master if he has to, spitting and snarling in warning. Talia didn't get the chance to either tell him to attack or call him off before the cloaked being lead the way through the forest. Vele obediently flapped after them, ducking and dodging the branches as they go.

Talia's body revolted by stiffening up when Fedalas pulled his body to hers. Why drag her away from the pursing men just to kill her here? If she would have relaxed Fedalas would have had an easier time trying to throw her, but as it was Talia kept her tenseness and didn't quite catch as much air as she should have. Talia landed in another dazed heap, head over heels on the opposite sandy bank. However she did look up in the time to see the odd stranger get ripped down river by the furious water.

She really should keep running and leave whoever that person was to his own fate and keep moving as far away from this area as possible. But yet he had saved her back there... That's if she can get her limps to obey her. She felt someone turn her over and her head loll like it's not attached properly. "Why," Talia croaked, wondering why in the name of the sunwell a human would help a blood elf so close to the very heart of the Alliance.

 

[Fedalas]

Fedalas kept thinking over and over what the blow of the horn was about. He knew he recognized the horn the men blew before leaving the opposite bank of the river. He removed the thought from his head as he began to quiver from the cold, he knew if his body which was insulated with thick muscle was going cold then she has got to be worse especially when adrenaline wears off. Fedalas disregarded her question as he tucked his hands in under her legs and the other underneath her back. A small groan left him as he picked her up. Naturally Elves are light but with her gear, the rain and sapped strength she had weighed ten times heavier in his arms. Fedalas kept his head down as rain bombarded their bodies. Blind and dazed he wandered through the soggy soil and away from the bank. Not far from the bank stood an old graveyard. Riddled with wandering souls and foul things. It had been their misfortune that they had wandered into it. A rather large building that stood upon the highest point of the graveyard. Despite it's rather large size it was near impossible to spot as Fedalas trekked up the slight incline. First he bumped into an old log which had been dislodged and fallen down from the house. "Shelter" He muttered under his breath as he desperately searched for an entrance. Eventually the two fell through the flimsy wooden door and into cobwebs. Fedalas carried her into the most sheltered room at the top of the house where the window was still in tact. He noticed her body had began to shake, her already light complexion had turned even paler. "You'll go into shock" He said with a clear tone of worry evident in his words. Scanning her up and down Fedalas began to think.

It wasn't long and without hesitation Fedalas began to strip out of his wet clothing. He removed the cloak which hid his face as a wave of raven black hair was unleashed from beneath. His blue eyes glistened in the faint moonlight. He only went as far as removing what whet clothes covered his torso. He paused for a moment and stared down at Talia, he could see concern and worry in her eyes. "It'll be okay" Whispered a soft gentle voice. He checked for her pet but couldn't delay any longer. He began to remove her clothing as quickly but as gently as possible. He tried to keep her covered up and therefore left her with what underwear she had. In a attempt to warm their bodies he pulled her into his lap, wrapping himself around her to block out the wind and cold from her. He cared not that it was perhaps jeopardizing his own well being. Together they sat and shook in as the rain continued to bombard the house.

 

[rosita red]

Talia tried to summon strength enough to wriggle out of his grasp. She's weak from being banged up from the unconventional escape but not that out of it! She's almost succesful when he tripped into the log. She coughed as the musty air of the house reached her nose. Even with her shaking his grip is strong and doesn't falter.

In better conditions Talia would have laughed at the human. Ah, he thinks she's concerned about being okay? Talia slapped at his hands, trying to get him to let her take her own clothes. She gasped as he pulled her into his embrace. She knows it's better for them but that doesn't mean she has to like it! "You can at least tell me your name," she commented as she laid against his muscular chest. "And why you helped an enemy."

Vele came in through the door and shook the water off his wings. Although durable the membrane of his wings could get easily water logged. He came over to the pair and looked at Fedalas warily.

 

[Fedalas]

A painful chill bit into his skin as he shielded the Blood Elf in his arms. "I have no name.."He quivered as he tried to speak. Though no one every knew what Fedalas the supposed prince looked like his name was well known. Fedalas felt it was for her own good if she did not know him. He took care not to draw his blade either as it could quickly give answers. "I-I-I.."He quivered as he tried to catch his breath "You're not my enemy" words fell from his cold lips as his arms wrapped tighter around her. Fedalas could feel her body starting to radiate heat. Relieved he leaned back against the worn and rotten wall, the Elf still in his embrace. Fedalas started to warm as the two sat in the old house within the old graveyard. Rays of of moonlight shun through the cracks. He had little strength but his eyes remained fixed upon her. He did not realize that he was staring at her.

 

[rosita red]

My my she had fallen into the company of a strange man indeed if she's not his enemy. During her travels she had come across few and far between that thought that the struggle between the horde and alliance is should be stopped. Where her skin meets his goosebumps arise due to the temperature differences. Blood elves are naturally hot blooded. "You're staring at me why?" Talia swallowed. "I am Talia by the way." His name wouldn't matter. At the first chance she would be gone.

 

[Fedalas]

Kar fell the goosebumps running down her soft skin. He looked around slightly embarrassed by her question, he was mesmerized by her beauty to the extent that he wasn't aware he had been staring. "Sorry.." he whispered softly with sincerity. The storm had calmed with rain still drizzling down onto the leached, soggy soil outside.
"We can't stay here, it is too dangerous.." Kar had finally remembered what the horn was that the guards blew. He remembered hearing the rangers blow it when there was an imminent attack. The Guards alerted the Rangers about the Elf. Fedalas did well not to express any emotion that could convey trouble or fear when around her.

"Stay here, alright? I'm going to find us a way out of here" Fedalas knew of a small Ranger outpost nearby to the north west corner, he was bound to find a horse there. Fedalas handled Talia like she was a feather. With ease he raised her up from out of his embrace and sat her down gently as he threw his soaked cloak on. Wiggle and tightening the belt around his waist he fixed his blade in place before walking out the room. Fedalas knew the chance that she would be here when he got back was slim and so he needed to show her some faith, some trust. "You can call me Fedalas.." he murmured from underneath his cloak, back facing her as he stood well out of the room. He paused for a moment before walking out and into the night.

It hadn't been long before he found the ranger camp. There found the body of a dead ranger, a fresh kill. The fire was still spitting out little tongues of fire beneath the shower of rain. Fedalas knew rangers don't travel alone but he dared not stick around. Quietly he untied the reigns from the tree and took control of the horse before setting back to the cemetery. Fedalas knew the beasts were roaming, the Ranger was not killed by a human.

 

[rosita red]

Fel influenced eyes stared at him with a look that said really? Us? She is sort of glad that he set her back on her feet nicely instead of slamming her back onto them though. Talia wonders why he looked back at her before going back out into the night. Once she made sure Fedalas is completely out of sight Talia quickly got dressed and gathered her things.

She knelt down next to Vele to check over him. The dragonhawk only has a few minor scratches, nothing that would impede their travel. "Come Vele, time to be off." Others might fear the things roaming around, but not Talia. As fast as possible she slipped into the woods, trying to put some distance between her and the hut. She moves in a zig zag pattern, trying to throw any more wishing to chase her.

 

[Fedalas]

It didn't take Fedalas too long to reach the run down house in which they took shelter. He didn't need to venture far into the house to realize she had left. Though rain was still drizzling down he could see fresh foot prints leading to the door. Letting out a long drawn sigh he paused for a moment to think. Horrible things roamed the lands, he knew that but he knew of more than most. Seddrick, an old friend of Fedalas who joined the rangers to guard the lands against the beasts of the night. Seddrick still roamed the lands and was considered to be one of the best. Fedalas knew the only way to find and protect the Elf woman from what he knows and she will hopefully avoid.

With haste he made it for his horse, no longer being subtle he did not care for detection he rode off into the night searching for the dead bodies of the rangers he had taken the horse from. Within a few short moments he had founds the stinking bodies and reached for the horn hanging off the mangled corpse. Fedalas took another few seconds to ponder as he planned his next move. Blowing the horn would alert more than just his old friend Seddrick, it'll alert all the ears within reach of his horn. As horrible as it may seem he decapitated the corpse and flung it's head into the water as the raging current threw it downstream. He knew the evil that lurked in the dark would draw to the blood before the horn. He then threw a few fresh leafs on the small fire as it soldiered on through the rain. Thick plumes of black smoke began to puff from the fire. Fedalas had hoped that the rangers would rather inspect a fire near one of their outposts before a blast of the horn.

Wasting no time he sped off into the darkness, the image of her eyes had been burned into his memory. Galloping through the soggy soil he blew at the horn only to be met with muffled sounds as the water splurged out of the end of the horn. Like a blur he sped south as he tried once more. A deep inhale followed by a screeching sound of the horn, it wouldn't be long before someone revealed themselves as he halted the horse in the road. Traveling at such speed the horse halted, kicking up clumps off dirt as it raised to it's back legs. The horn stirred something deep within the terror of the night. "Fedalas! You crazy bastard!" yelled a voice, a man with a bow came running from a small track along the road. "It is good to lay eyes once more old friend" Said Fedalas, sounding rather delighted. "Here!" he extended a hand to the man who was revealed beneath his cloak to be his friend Seddrick. With a hard jerk the two managed to get Seddrick onto the saddle and slowly set off into the night.

"To what do I owe this unexpected summon?..old friend" Muttered Seddrick from behind. Fedalas's gaze had been fixed up ahead as they wondered into a densely vegetated area with old branched weaved together and old webs hanging from the trees. "I'm looking for someone, sh-" Fedalas bit his lip and cursed under his breath. "A she aye?!" said Seddrick as he proceeded to probe Fedalas "Found yourself a princess? someone's got to love you" he laughed quietly and went silent as to allow Fedalas to continue. "I'm looking for a blood elf woman, don't ask. She was last seen at Raven Hill not twenty minutes ago. She's on foot, swift but not even the most skilled hunter can avoid disorientation in these unknown lands..the trees seem to move with time.." Fedalas's voice grew darker and quieter with every word.

Seddrick, still on horse back whispered "You heard of what lurks..behind the veil?" inquired Seddrick.
"Yes..no one else seems to though" growled Fedalas as his grasp tightened on the reigns. "Those things..They're like worgen but..stronger" Whispered Fedalas.
"Some say an one of those living dead alchemist had concocted some sort of a virus that infects these werewolf creatures, it makes them immune to most magics, arrows simply get absorbed into them...these things cannot be hunted Fedalas...our time in this forsaken place is drawing to an end." Explained Seddrick.
"I'm heading south, once I've found this woman" Said Fedalas as he looked back, halting the horse. "I need your help friend.
Seddrick nodded and knew that he was going to ask "There are men still loyal to you Fedalas..I'll be using them to cut off the crossings to the Cape, they will dispose of what alliance guards may roam near there..she won't pass them, I promise" Seddrick slipped out of the saddle and into the night like a ghost as he set to blocking routes out. Fedalas pulled the horse to the right and wondered towards the border along the mountains.

 

[rosita red]

The tangled brush make things slow going, especially for Vele. But on the other hand any one after her would have to follow on foot as well. There's no way to get a horse through the dense brush. She keeps track of where the moss is on the side of the trees and by the brief glances of the stars through the dense branches of the packed together trees. The information she had been given had told her about an old path would should make getting through the infected woods easier. Her blood runs cold in her veins when she hears an eerie howl from behind her. Talia picked up and her pace and continued to head towards the mountains, where she could escape into safer territory.

 

[Fedalas]

Fedalas rode slowly at first as he drew closer to the mountain, as the roads drew to an end he slid out of the saddle and said his fair wells and set the horse on its way. Before him stood a thin stretch of dense forest that gets thicker and thicker the further east. Fedalas knew of a hollow in the mountain that might be a path through to the cape but to his knowledge it had been infected by those..things. Fedalas was wise beyond his years and knew every possible way out was either blocked by men loyal to him or by the horror that haunts the night.

As he trudged through the boggy patch he would get slapped by a branch as it whipped back at him. "Why am I doing this.." he asked himself a few times and then paused to really ask himself why he was doing it. No answer came to mind and he trudged on through the mud, he would lift one boot up only for the other to get sucked in further. With every pull a distinctive pop sound was created as the suction was created by the mud against his boots. Fedalas picked up his pace as he drew close to the mountain. To his horror he had drawn closer to the clearing that led to the hollow in the mountain where the infected werewolves had set up. To his surprise he had not been discovered and took the opportunity to gather some intelligence. He could not hear much but it had seemed like they had found something or something was about to happen. There were but a few, but they were coming together for something.

 

[rosita red]

The hair on Talia's arm prickled as she heard another howl from a different direction that seemed to be moving closer to her. Her instincts tell her that moving towards the path might be a bad thing. The report had said that the creatures in this area are quite intelligent and hunt in packs. Meaning there's more than just the two behind her close by. She has the wild hunch that they're trying to herd her into something. The question is how to dissapoint them and evade their trap. Which leaves the problem of avoiding any of the alliance guards, but one problem at a time. She started traveling in an arc, hoping that the things behind her wouldn't communicate her movement to the others.

 

[Fedalas]

One of the werewolves burst into a group of ravens and dispersed into the skies. Fedalas's eyes stood still in his head as he watched the unbelievable thing unfold. The remainder set off bar two staying behind. One seemed to seek rest which was of some relief because it shows they completely invincible and are subject to certain weakness. Fedalas's attention quickly drew to the East as the one creature turns his attention as well. A feint rustling of a leaf sent chills down their spines. Fedalas's hand had slipped across his sword as he watched the woken werewolf lick it's lips, it knew something was near. The instant Talia appeared through the thick clearing, Fedalas ran out from cover with sword dawn. It was like a wall of darkness, just walls of vegetation that suddenly gave way to the clearing into which she stumbled.

Fedalas slammed his shield into the first werewolf that rose to the sound and lunged at the one which stood ready and poised for Talia. With a swing of his sword Fedalas cut a gash down it's back. "Aggh" Fedalas let out a loud groan as the second werewolf charged at him and threw him to his feet. It was like a dragon hitting a mouse, his armor buckled slightly. Deep down Fedalas summoned a hidden away power which would drain him to near death. He waited for the two to come at him together as he prepared his final attack. The fended off the first with his shield only to have a claw cut down along the side of his face and neck. The pain was agonizing as a weird purple liquid started to fills his veins. Fedalas began to transform slightly as the head of a spirit dragon appeared around his. Clumps of earth rose as a massive bale of lightening came crashing down onto the werewolves. Whether they were dead or not he did not waste time pondering.

"C--come" He whimpered, weakened and injured he grabbed on Talia's hand and dragged her off into the night towards the pass into the cape. All they came across were some rangers who only stood by to stop alliance guards from interfering but they could not help them directly so they can deny aiding the two. It was a few hours of travel before the two had broken the border into the cape. It was but a few feet into the cape before Fedalas began losing consciousness. His eyes turned slightly red and milky as a purple liquid had pumped into his body from the cut which seemed to be healing at an abnormal rate. The liquid seemed to only pump to one side of his body, the right side. He simply fainted onto a bed of soft leafs in the cool air of the Cape.

 

[rosita red]

The sudden change in vegetation almost made Talia loose her footing. She almost pitched face forward, waving her arms to catch her balance. She wasn't prepared for the attack and would have been badly injured except for someone... a second later her brain realized it was Fedalas. Before she could draw her bow and try to aid in the attack against the werewolves the human already summoned the dragon spirit again and roasted them.

Whatever else happens Talia is impressed with human's stamina, especially considering his injuries. Talia is majorly concerned about how his wounds are looking. She had seen lots of beast injuries but none like that. Even exhausted as she is Talia knows she has to get him away from the main path leading into the cape. Although slim she is quite strong. She managed to most get him over her should and drag him a little bit further. "Vele, guard," she commands as she lays his body down to be able look at the wounds. Maybe she could help him. Also worrying is the furrow of pain on his face. The veins on the right side of his neck felt hard and pulsed harder than they should when she touched them. Quickly Talia searched in her pack for a bottle of antivenom. Finding one she gently cradled his head in her lap and tipped the potion into his mouth, hoping he would swallow and not choke.

 

[Fedalas]

Fedalas could only feel his body moving, the pain had gotten so bad that it slipped him into an unconscious state. He could not recollect coughing slightly as a strange liquid poured down into his throat. As the night got darker his body shook a little and took a fever, roasting, beads of sweat dripped down his already wet body. The night grew silent as the clear skies set in over the cape and the moon took it's mantle high in the sky.

Hours ticked by as Fedalas's body settled down, it was marvelous, the reaction his body had to the poison. He slowly rose from his sleep from which many did not return from before. He sat up and opened his eyes. The deep blue in his eyes replaced with a crimson red, little purple veins ran across his body, he licked his lips as he looked to Talia. Not a word was ushered as he stood with his sight locked. A strange change in all sense, he could feel pulses of everything around him, like a sonar. His vision was not restricted by light or rather the lack of it. He could smell beasts from miles off. He has transformed into something unstoppable. "Hello there.."He whispered, his voice was deep and filled with melancholic, enough to scare any heart.

 

[rosita red]

Talia did her best to make him comfortable during his illness. She tried try his previously rain soaked body off as best as possible and removed his boots and hung them upside down on a nearby tree to dry out.Since the antivenom didn't work maybe the the way of getting venom out would work. She isn't to hopeful about it since the wounds from the creatures had already healed. Carefully drawing her hunting knife she made a small cut on the side of his right arm. The blood that oozed out definitely had a purple tint to it and a diseased smell. She kept an eye on the wounds as it slowly sealed itself shut again.

To keep him hydrated Talia gave him small amounts of water from her water skins through the night. When the fever seemed to spike particularly bad Talia ran her fingers through his mop of sweet dank hair. Through out the night she dozed in cycles close by, trying to fend off some of the exhaustion that had settled over her. Talia sighed when she woke up one final time before his fever completely broke. She had wondered if she should merely leave him to die. After all the animals of the world known when to give up the fight to keep something alive.

She's dozing against a tree when Fedalas rises. Blearily she opened her green eyes when she heard him sit up. Instantly she become alert when she took in the changes the venom had reeked upon him and Fedalas licked his lips. That was a motion of a predator about to chase after prey. The hair on the back of her neck prickled when he spoke. "Hello Fedalas. " Although she doesn't want to make any openly aggressive moves she does ready herself in case she has to draw her skinning knife in a hurry.

 

[Fedalas]

The night was quiet bar from one or two crickets sounding off in the distance. Fedalas seemed to be sitting still with his palms flat on the floor and just..stared at Talia. He was clearly no longer in control of his own mind nor his body. Though Fedalas's body did not move something was stirring. He watched Talias eyes flare up as he hands were being entangled by purple vines. This new virus, spirit perhaps that over took Fedalas granted him supernatural abilities. He was able to transfer some of his blood into the vines and then control them, like possessing things and using it to his advantage. The minute her hands and feet were immobilized Fedalas rose to his feet and patted down his clothes and took his time, taunting her.

Strolling over to Talias front and knelt down "You look tasty.." He whispered as darkness echoed deep inside of him. Abruptly he licked across her face and chuckle as he eyed her up and down. He was aware of her pet and it would have been easier to kill it but he simply took control of it. Purple blood coursed through it's veins as it bowed to his will. He hunkered down and slipped the knife out of her entangled hands and gently pressed it against her chest. A grin took to his face as he cut through her shirt. "Oops.." He teased as he taunts her. The vine moved her arms to her sides and pulled her legs flat against the ground, she was now his puppet and she'll dance to his every move. "He paced back and forth in front of her as he taunted her "What to do with my new toys..owh the world is so sweet this night..all mine..."

 

[rosita red]

Talia tried to struggle against the vines, but they are to strong. She's cursing herself mentally that she should have fled when he was still feverish. Now heartbeat and breathing is really racing. She shivered when he licked and looked over her lean body. She heard Vele whimper and yelp when he took control of the dragonhawk's body. If it's one thing Talia hates it's hearing her pet in pain. With her shirt cut off her pale breast bindings come into sight.

"Fedalas...this isn't you...It's the poison in your body," Talia tries to reason with him, guessing how this will progress since he has her legs spread like that.

 

[Fedalas]

Fedalas raised his hands slightly as a thick load of vines gathered into the form of a big chair, he had made himself a throne out of vines which he manipulated with his own blood. He crossed his legs and sat and watched the fear engulf her. "Fedalas? doesn't ring a bell..." He tapped his index finger against his cheek, taunting her with every word "Owh the weak human which resides within me?..owh no he won't be around for sometime. Why? Don't you want to play with me?" Anger filled his eyes as vines began to creep up on her.

Legs spread, a single vine forced itself up against her tight trousers, the rubbing and moisture from the warmth of her pussy being rubbed began to dampen her trousers making them transparent. Fedalas was amused at the sight of her whimpering to the vines touch. It continued to rub and wiggle in between the thick moist lips through her trousers. He seemed to be controlling the vines with his eyes as they moved up in his head her hands rose and came together above her head, jiggling her supple breast gently. Slowly like two smooth arms, two vines ran along the bottom of her breast as they rested onto the vines. Slowly the vines coiled around her breasts and teased her nipples as the tips of the vines flicked off against them. She was helpless, she was his toy.

More and more vines seemed to appeared, endless they were simply his army of minions. Two thick vines with a sticky surface latched onto her legs and began tucking, attempting to tear her trousers from her soft flesh. Fedalas sat on amused as his cock rose. He commanded the vine rubbing against her pussy to slap against it, bouncing off her covered clit. "This..is going to be so fun.."He murmured.

 

[rosita red]

Talia tried to move again. She can barely wiggle never mind attempt to get free. "Fedalas stop this madness! This isn't you," she cried out. She's whimpering alright but not in pleasure. Never had she been treated like this by a man. Vele whimpered as well, sensing his companions' fear. Talia whimpered again as the vines slid under her breasts. Although her mind rails against her body responds to the attention. Her breath stopped in his chest when she caught sight of his rising cock.

 

[Fedalas]

"Owh my deary we're only just getting started.." He watched as her trouser began to rip a tear away beneath the vines. With a loud sheering noise her trousers came off exposing her moistened pussy. Tight, soft lips retracting to the touch of the vine. Fedalas moved the vine up against her pussy as it forced it's way in between the two lips and rubbed up against her. The vine was coated with a dozen little soft hairs. It seemed to only get bigger with more blood being pumped into it through Fedalas's control.

"I grow tired of all this teasing.." In the blink of an eye a bundle of vines swung around the tree from behind her and forced their way in between Talias soft lips, stretching her mouth open and crept inside. The vines were bitter to the tongue as they swirled around. Another vine wrapped around her neck and around the tree holding her in place. "Lets...have fun with everything you've got shall we?" he taunted as he watched the vines stretch open her mouth. A chunky vein, so heavy it crept along the floor up to her tight ass. At the first touch Talia reacted by tightening her asshole and Fedalas could see fear in her eyes. The head of the vine was rounded and thick as it simply rotated around and around against her hole. More vines began to run up along her pussy with the one already rubbing against it.
"Shall I begin?.." he laughed as his cock continued to rise, his eyes turned ever more red with the passing of time.