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The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

Onyxia chuckled, "Careful brother. You may break her. How comical would it be if the Bronze Broodmother wished to birth black dragons for the rest of her life?" She heard Soridormi gasp as he pressed against her rear. "You take the award for most perverted dragon... That's for sure my brother. Let me help you after all, Soridormi should get a kick out of this." Onyxia removed her clothing and chanted with her eyes closed. Violet magics swirled over her vaginal region as a well sized, violet cut cock sprouted like some sort of miracle seed!

She exhaled heavily walking towards Nefarian, "Lift her, my brother. We will make her cry out together." She wasn't as large as Nefarian, that wasn't the goal, Sori had to be dominated and she could help with that. "Keep your fat cock in her dirty ass. I'll fill her with some of my own seed from this side." She waited for her brother to obey before looking at her pussy, still dripping and exhausted. She licked her fingers and ran them over the tip of her newly formed cock. Before gripping Sori's beasts and pushing herself in.

Sori immediately moaned out as two cocks were now invading her. The sight of Onyxia both disgusting and enticing. "Why are you this way, Onyxia? She mentioned between moans, "It's not too late. The Aspects will overlook this if you stop now."

Onyxia squeezed her breasts roughly. "It is too late. You've already chosen your fate." Onyxia found herself near climax. "You were not kidding, your pussy is truly amazing. Hopefully you feel me like I'm feeling you... And don't forget my sweet brother kindly stretching your backside... I can see what a man would grow so addicted to fucking!"

Soridormi was slowly starting to actually glow, her cheeks becoming blushed. "Push harder brother... She is trying to seduce us..."
 
Whenever his sister spoke, the older male couldn't help the twisted grin that found itself onto his face. It wasn't until she agreed that he found himself turning and subsequently becoming dumb-founded as he watched his sisters pussy, the same one he'd came in hours ago with the purpose of impregnating the current Black Broodmother, grow a violet cock out of it! Then again, given she'd stolen this book from Dalaran, he couldn't believe it was the first time she'd gotten away with such a theft nor would it be the last.

He did as she said, leaning himself down onto his back and making Soridormi sit on him(think reverse cowgirl) as gravity took over and her backdoor was forced to spread wide over the rod that impaled itself in her. As he felt Onyxia push into the Bronze Dragon's dripping pussy, he couldn't help the slight gasp he let out as her ass tightened around him further before the 2 siblings began to work in unison to have their twisted fun with the older female. He found the act...rather arousing in his sick mind.

When his sister spoke, the grin on his face grew as he forcefully pushed into her backdoor over and over. He purposely timed his thrusts with Onyxia's, the 2 pulling out and leaving the Bronze empty before both buried themselves and filling her full again. Going on his 3rd climax, his cock by now was highly sensitive and the unused ass of the older female was so inviting to let loose once again. "Seems I was right..." He finally began to speak, his breathing heavy. "Soridormi...the Prime of The Timeless One...actually nothing more than a whore stuffed between 2 siblings. Now I understand...why you don't call him." He whispered into the ear in-front of him. "You don't want him to see you for what you really are, what you've been hiding all these years."

One of his hands had a firm grip of her hair, keeping her head pulled back to his shoulder and gave Onyxia view of her entire front. From the womanhood she currently pounded to the breasts sticking out in the air given how she was currently bent back to the vulnerable neck on display. Nefarian's other hand kept a firm on one side of her waist, moving between it and occasionally stroking Onyxia's tail whenever it was in reach or moving to grab a handful of one of her large breasts with a firm squeeze or rub. While he was taking anger out on Soridormi he still made sure to show his sister attention. His sac began to twitch, a sign he knew all too well. "Come, dear sister...let's give the whore what she really wants..." He breathed out, giving a firm tug of the hair in his grasp as his thrusts grew violent, wilder. He saw the tint her cheeks had begun to take. He felt the way her body responded despite her protest; she was, on some deep and more Primal level, enjoying what was happening to her.
 
Her ass, her cunt, everything save for her mouth, ironically, was being violated by two hungry black dragons. Onxyxia held her closely and moaned loudly, her cock twitching inside of Soridormi's goo filled vagina. Somehow, Onyxia too, brought herself to climax, filling the dragon with even more seed, although hers would be unable to impregnate her, and the fact that she came without having testicles also delved deeper into the mysterious magics Onyxia was dabbling with. Soridormi yelled out as Nefarian hadn't stopped his pounding either. Onxyia pulled herself out, smiling as she sort of understood what would drive a man to do something as vile as rape, and the joys of what sex could be like for a man. As soon as she pulled out, her cock disintegrated the spell having run it's course. Her tight pussy returned to normal, secretly causing Onyxia a ton of relief. She wasn't sure if the spell was reversible, but during her time at the alliance cities, Dwarves and Humans especially, weren't too opposed to a beautiful woman with male genitals, or both genitals. And they call the dragons perverts for their consort and breeding practices...


This was going nowhere, yes it was fun, but she was holding out too much, and even enjoying the "torture" they were supposed to have been putting her through. "Hold her tight brother. She calls for Nozdormu now..." Sori couldn't believe what they had done to her, her body felt like a swamp of hate, lust, and pain. She pitied them, but she would fear for the life of Nozdormu if he attempted to come here. They were strong. Young, but very strong. "Please... Please don't kill him..." She managed to plea, Nefarian's cock still a spring under her ass. "Use me... kill me... Leave him out of this..." Onyxia looked at Nefarian and started to laugh, "There's no way he doesn't die today... You just have to play your part, and we'll end you quickly. Unless Nefarian there wants to keep your treacherous self nearby..." She opened her palm and breathed onto it. "Nothing a shadowflame can't fix..." She approached Soridormi with the flame in her left hand, bringing it close to her stomach. "This is the final stage, dear. Call him now... Or I begin to burn through you. Whether it's your mate's call, or your last cry of help, he'll feel one or the other..."

Soridormi's eyes widened, she couldn't think because of the pounding she saw still taking. "You... wouldn't..." Onyxia brought the flame close to her stomach, Nefarian would feel the fire as well, Onyxia's was particularly hot, he knew shadowflames all too well, hopefully her hand was steady to not harm him, or he should stop fucking Sori and just hold her for a time. Soridormi winced, tears running down her eyes as the flames already discolored her fine skin. "Auggh! Stop it... Stop this please!" "I'll stop when you call Nozdormu... You have a chance to live... Forsake your flight, submit to me and you will live..." Sori didn't believe her, and she shouldn't have. "You're a coward... and... most of all..." Onyxia's eyes snapped at her, waiting eagerly for the insult. Soridormi swallowed, "... You're... ug- ugly..."

Onyxia's eyes widened as she drove the flame into her stomach with authority. Onyxia roared in anger as the flames started to actually cook the dragon from the inside, Soridormi screaming loudly, her eyes wide open, and her life starting to fade. She took one last breath, and it happened.

A shriek unlike anything they had ever heard, to echoed and tore through their eardrums, forcing Onyxia to pull back the flame as Soridormi's near lifeless body simply slumped over. Onyxia couldn't hear a thing but a loud ring in her ears as the flame in her hands dissipated. They'd be greeted by a massive pressure in the environment. It was as if something was coming, and they knew what it was. Onyxia smiled, rubbing her lips from the saliva that had drooled as she aggressively burned through Soridormi. "Blackrock Mountain my fall after all... But not before we accomplish our goals..."


Alexstrasza's eyes opened widely before she shut them forcefully, trying to reach him. "Don't charge in there! I am sorry for Soridormi, but we cannot afford to lose you right now, Nozdormu! Please! Come to Wyrmrest Temple, we can await Kalec and Ysera and mount an attack against them! Nozdormu!!" Her telepathic messages may have been sent to a blocked mind. The sound of his mate being killed is enough to drive any dragon into rage.

Alexstrasza turned towards another male in her presence. "I fear for what Nefarian and Onyxia have planned. I feel I already know their goals. Summon Ysera. They intend to break us."
 
While the dirty threesome came to a finish, Onyxia unleashed her seed into Soridormi's already full pussy which only caused it to overflow even more while her ass was still ravaged in anger. Nefarian had to admit, the Bronze Broodmother had surprised him. He had to wonder who knew of her true self? Nozdormu and her had been consorts for dozens of millennia, he has to have know by now, right? He just listened to their exchange, the sound of flesh hitting flesh still being heard. "Don't worry, the Black Dragon's will make sure you enjoy your time after he's dead, wench." He hissed into the ear near his mouth.

Since she seemed to enjoy having more than one, he highly doubted any of his minions would mind satisfying the High Elf until she passed out everyday. It wasn't until Onyxia's patience had run out that he noticed the Shadowflame she had currently going towards Soridormi's stomach. With his shaft still ramming in full force he finally pushed himself deep into her and flooded her back door. Albeit, the incentive he had to hurry was pretty great. He wasn't sure how well he could withstand that Shadowflame of hers and wasn't keen on finding out. While he would've liked for Soridormi to have been kept alive and have another toy to play with to his black heart's content, he understood they all had bottom lines not to be crossed. She'd nearly crossed his earlier but he had managed to restrain himself.

As she stayed defiant even as Onyxia said she'd live, which she would in his 'care', he felt the searing heat and the agonizing wails as the Bronze Prime's stomach was quickly beginning to become nothing more than charred and burnt black. As the enraged sound tore through the air, he felt the heat retract and Soridormi was so near death she might has well been a living corpse. Nefarian felt her heartbeat, barely there and obviously struggling from the horrid wounds she now had. It'd almost be a mercy to end her suffering but he wouldn't, he'd let her die in agony on the cold ground. He moved her off him and dropped her to the ground with a thud, standing himself and putting the armored pants and boots back on once again.

He'd barely been able to catch what Onyxia had mumbled to herself though kept it to himself. He knew fighting Nozdormu wouldn't be easy, he was the now eldest of all the Aspects and his age hadn't affected his strength.

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Nozdormu was enraged to no end. He'd found the disturbance in the timeline alright, in time to see his Prime's fate be delivered to her. He felt a red mist almost descend into his vision and let the anger consume. He'd been alive since the Ordering of Azeroth whenever the Titan's themselves had come to restore order and imprison the Old God's... over 75,000 years ago. He'd been the eldest of all the Aspects, 2nd only to the now deceased Malygos, and this was the first time he'd actually taken the initiative and done something without being coaxed. They'd taken his mate, his love...and he'd make them know his fury.

A roar echoed out from the Caverns of Time, summoning just a handful of his strongest Dragon's before they flew towards Blackrock. It wasn't until they'd gotten there, seeing as how Aspects are also unmatched in their speed, that he felt a great pain and let out that shriek that seemed to deafen anything that'd heard it. "Ssssoridormi!" Came the mournful howl from the Bronze Aspect as he knew, knew he no longer had a Prime Consort to rescue. Had he been in the right state of mine, he'd have heeded Alexstraza's warning and flew to the frozen North and to Dragonblight, to gather at Wyrmrest Temple and mount an assault. But he was currently in a rage, it'd been his will to send her out and gather materials. He'd only sent her one guard instead of more. Now she'd died in the hands, or paws, of Deathwing's vile spawn. He vanished from the sight of his flight, materializing from thin air directly outside of Nefarian's Lair. While the others had tried to get him to stay with them, he couldn't stand to wait any longer. They weren't far behind after all. "Come out, you whelpssss!" He roared. They were nothing but children in his ancient eyes.

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The mountain itself seemingly trembled somewhat as the massive Bronze Dragon roared out. Nefarian felt a grin come across his face, picking the former Broodmother up and carrying her outside for The Timeless One to see firsthand of how she'd died; cum slipping out from her 2 violated holes and the Black charred flesh around her stomach, even letting her charred insides be seen as well. He knew her body would eventually vanish from them anyways so it wasn't any use to not anger him further. All dead Dragon's did, vanished from wherever they died and would appear in their appropriate Shrine far up North in Northrend, Dragonblight to be accurate. He wasn't sure what power was at play to make such a thing happen but it was far beyond his imagining. Bringing himself back to the present, Nefarian looked up to shift and take to the skies himself and while he was amongst the largest living Dragon's, he was still a good head and neck shorter than all the Aspects as he was only at the top of Nozdormu's chest. He let out his own bellow in return, his large jaws opening as his own Shadowflame burst out and flew towards Nozdormu. Soon their father would be unleashed...and the Black Dragonflight's rule would truly begin!
 
Onyxia turned almost immediately. While Nefarian smiled, Onyxia seemed worried. She'd have to support Nefarian in this fight, and was afraid of using her agent and his men, due to the sheer power of an angered Time Dragon. She would lose them before she lost her brother however, that was no question, he was a far more important ally... or pawn in bringing Deathwing back from his imprisonment. She ran towards Nefarian as Nozdormu appeared, her eyes widened in fear and anger all the same, "He arrived so soon..." She managed to murmur before jumping and transforming as quickly as possible. Nefarian was strong and bold and talented. But he was also young, and didn't know how pissed off an old dragon could get. Onyxia's biggest fear was Alexstrasza or any of the other Aspects accompanying him. She had counted on the pain of loss to drive him over the edge, and she didn't sense any immense power anywhere else. "Brother, the bronze whore has clung to life, her body is slowly healing, keep this in mind as we fight, and we may have a hidden weapon against an angered dragon." She said telepathically, Nefarian really very confident about this battle, which was good, she needed him flexing and spitting fire everywhere, she had already started formulating how to put the dragon down. If they beat him into elven form, their victory would be easier, but even in his bronze glamour, they'd rip him to shreds all the same.

If Nefarian died, Onyxia would reveal that Soridormi was alive, that the shadowflames came from Nefarian and that she tried to keep her captive. The joy of learning his lover was alive may make him merciful. If he wished to return the favor by having her raped, she'd take it, although that type of thing was far from Nozdormu's style. Nefarian needed to stay alive... at least an hour more, until the final blow could be dealt. Onyxia was quite accepting of his death, although she had grown fond of him for his obedience and usefulness. He really did act much like common human scum.

She flew up to support Nefarian, "She brought this upon herself Timeless One! She was offered mercy, but chose to defy us... Blackrock Mountain is where you die!" Several black dragons rose from the depths of the mountain to attack, they were fodder, and they knew most of them would die. But if Onyxia or Nefarian wanted it, they'd die over and over again. Onyxia also charged, wanting to impact Nozdormu to test his mettle.
 
While his sister felt fear, he did as well. He just forcefully hid it. He knew if it weren't for Onyxia he wouldn't be able to win this, no way. It was why he'd never taken the risk of purposely fighting an Aspect on the past. As his sister's voice rang out inside his mind, he glanced somewhat back towards her. "Good. She may yet live after this fight then, she'd make a good egg factory." He said back to her with telepathy. The Shadowflame he'd spat out had done enough of a job to make the ancient Dragon go defensive enough to say those few words. While his sister used this distraction to charge, he waited a few seconds later before doing the same.

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The Bronze Aspect only saw a wall of black flames coming towards him and by the time he'd move enough to be out its way, another large Black Dragon had rammed into his side and retreated back before the large Bronze paw could taje a chunk of flesh off in return. His bright gemstone eyes, the color of the Sun itself, narrowed. While he knew the dragons from below were of no threat to him, the 2 siblings very much so. "Brought this upon herself, huh..." He began, those Sun colored orbs narrowing to becoming no more than thin glowing yellow slits. "I sssshall show you what you've brought upon yoursssself, insolent children!" He roared and his body began to change, grow smaller and smaller until nothing but sand was blown away by the flapping of Nefarian's wings.

Had it been before, Nefarian would've thought the old male had fled. After the previous war 30 years ago, he knew better. This was one the Time Lord's abilities, able to make his body become sand and reappear somewhere else. Had he been alone, he'd have been done for but thanks to a yell from below, he turned just in time to see a massive paw swinging towards his fave and all he could do was open his jaws and release a burst of Shadowflame before he felt a searing pain across half of his face and a similar roar of agony echoed from the larger Bronze from having the Black flames directly hit his face. While he'd wounded Nozdormu, he too had received one. That damned ability of his! While it was useful when one didn't know, now that he'd already seen it and had eyes down below he could make sure to avoid it again.

Not to mention he had his more than capable sister there to help him. So long as any of the other Aspect's didn't show up, Nozdormu would fall today. Nefarian once again charged towards The Time Lord with a roar, planning to fight fire with fire and claws with claws. He'd already had his fun with the Broodmother of the Black and Bronze Dragonflight's; he couldn't help but fight a bit harder at the thought of the Red and Green Broodmother's, Alexstrasza and Ysera, falling underneath him as well. His black jaws managed to get a bite onto Nozdormu's arm and snatched his jaws back as he felt bone, muscle and all shred and tear while he felt pain wash over his stomach from the furious kicks and various fresh new wounds that'd have to be healed up. He hoped his sister was good with healing, he had a feeling he'd be receiving quite a few more nasty wounds before the end of this fight.
 
Nozdormu's allies had arrived in the form of four fairly powerful dragons, full grown and bellies full for a long battle. Since Onyxia and Nefarian seemed to be dealing with the Timeless One, her Agent and his companions charged Nozdormu's reinforcements. Although they were six, one of them remained at ground level at Blackrock, wary of the battle going on beside him, but preferring to rely on his archery skills opposed to his shadowflames. As the agent and four of his companions in dragon form charged the Bronze. Immediately one of his men was hurled and burned with a gold like fire. The archer immediately popped that specific Bronze in the eye with an arrow, tough enough to penetrate.

Onyxia's eyes widened as Nozdormu faded to sand, immediately watching Nefarian, he was the target after all. Carrying a cum filled Soridormi was an easy way for him to become the top receiver of Nozdormu's aggression. Perfect.

"NOZDORMU! PLEASE STOP THIS NOW! WE CAN'T REACH YOU! PLEASE RETURN TO ME NOZDORMU!" Alex continued to try to reach out to him, he was by far one of the more sensible aspects alive, she could confide and speak to him about anything. Yet, she knew he wouldn't listen, all she could do was wait for Ysera's arrival, but Nozdormu's chances were fading the longer the fight lasted. Alexstrazsa considered going now, and flying as fast as she could. She simply couldn't risk it, if Nefarian and Onyxia had learned something that could prove lethal, she couldn't leave foolishly and leave her sister to fend for herself.

Onyxia saw that Nozdormu had taken a blast to the face, her speed was as good as it had ever been and her last charge resulted in enough impact for her to be comfortable with it again. She flew up as high and as quickly as she could, shooting herself down like a meteor. Nefarian had gotten hurt, and that was okay, she couldn't let him be blinded or damaged any further if she could stop it. Zooming down, over Nozdormu's head, Onyxia flipped forward in the air and swung down with her mighty tail. She needed to floor him as soon as possible. "Try to pin him brother! Kill his mobility and the day is ours!" She ordered, shooting down to repeat her tail whip if she had to.
 
The fight, although only going on for a barely even a few minutes, had caused both parties to sustain fairly heavy injuries. Nefarian now might've been blinded in one eye but the price the giant Bronze Dragon bad paid was equally as great. While not actually blind, the Black flames had done a good job of charring his Bronze scales a crisp burnt black. Even just the air stung and with his attention so focused on the one who'd carried out his Nate, Nozdormu ignored everything else. Even the desperate calls of his younger sister Alexstrasza, to get him to return to sanity.

Nefarian however was of sound mind - somewhat. Enough to know that when his sister's surprise tail to the head was enough of an opening he needed. He flew up just slightly before another tail whip landed, drawing the angered Aspect's ire towards Onyxia. There! He charged down, claws outstretched and digging deeply into the area around where the Timeless One's wings connected to his back. The 2, high in the sky, plummeted straight down with Nefarian using his own strength and Nozdormu's temporary distracted mind to his advantage. The crater they formed when they hit hard ground, coincidentally on the large open area Nefarian had created for him to look from his mountain peak, was large and deep.

The Time Lord let loose another cry of pain from the fire he felt in his back and from the pain he felt from being used to form said crater. He attempted to shake loose the smaller, younger male though with no success. Nefarian's claws had dug in and he didn't have the power left to let his body phase again. He'd let himself underestimate Onyxia, that damned female...and it'd cost him. He'd luckily already chosen an Heir to inherit his place. This was the gift and curse his father and Creator, Aman'Thul , Highfather of the Titan Pantheon, had given him - he was to know exactly when and how he'd die.

No one could escape the test of Time, no one. He'd gotten worried hiding himself away, trying to figure out a way to prolong his life. He now knew that there no such thing, it had been a fool's dream. His mate lay dead in front of him; her beautiful form defiled and charred black, he'd soon join her. He relished in the thought they'd at least be together in death, they're flight living on and the 2 of them being together in Dragonblight. He closed his Sun-colored eyes, waiting for the embrace of death to come. "I've failed, sister...I fear for they have planned, what may happen. Don't act rashly as I have!" He finally sent back to Alexstraza. While giving up wasn't exactly his thing, he was out of strength. Nefarian and Onyxia's efforts have taken their toll and the grief he felt was only lessened in knowing him and his mate would be together again, his Flight would live on...he just feared for his dear sisters and the young Kalecgos. He'd saw the future already, saw those 2 orbs staring back; Glowing fiery Red with madness, burning as bright and hot as the Molten Rock and Magma beneath the surface. He wished he'd been able to prevent it, all of it but he couldn't.
 
Onyxia swirled down and crushed into Nozdormu's weakened body. Using her mass to retain most of his limbs and especially his tail. As a dragon died, let alone an Aspect, a second wind could fill their bodies with the desire to live and defy the strings of fate. She wasn't sure if the Timeless One was prepared to fight that hard, but she wouldn't risk it. "Nefarian... Do you think your maw is strong enough to rip his head off?" Onyxia asked coldly, "It's a shame we have to put down such a beautiful and noble creature. He would have never helped us, even with Soridormi, no one trusts us and no one will love us. Which is why we must love ourselves. I can't do it... if you have the strength, tear his head off before my conscience gets the best of me..." The Archer shot an arrow which made a small hole on a Bronze wing, he then turned, drew and fired an arrow which whisked Nefarian a bit too closely, albeit the target was the back of Nozdormu's neck, causing him to roar out slightly, exposing the vulnerability of his mushy throat for just a moment.

Alexstrasza was in tears. "NOZDORMU, I'M SO SORRY. PHASE OUT OF THAT LOCATION, CALL FOR MORE OF YOUR FLIGHT, DON'T! DON'T LEAVE ME!" A hand rubbed her shoulder, it was her Emerald sister, Ysera. Alexstrasza turned immediately, "Can you send Emerald Drakes there now! We have a few seconds to save him! Please don't let him die, sister, I beg you, I beg you!" Ysera closed her eyes and shook her head, "Too far a distance, my queen. Nozdormu was hunted. He was hunted with a lure, bait, trap, and execution. We must make sure he is replaced quickly within the Bronze ranks."

Alexstrasza heard none of it, she fell to her knees and cried loudly, "ONYXIA! NEFARIAN!! END THIS TORTURE NOW! I WILL SHOW YOU MERCY BUT BANISH YOUR ABILITIES AND POWERS IF YOU STOP THIS MADNESS NOW. YOU CANNOT KILL A BEING WHO IS CHARGED WITH HIS DUTIES, YOUR RAGE WILL END US ALL. LEAVE HIM BE, LEAVE HIM BE RIGHT NOW! THE FLIGHTS WILL COME FOR YOU, UNLESS THIS IS STOPPED NOW."

Onyxia's body shook when she heard Alexstrasza's voice, she looked at Nefarian and nodded, "Think about it brother. The Life Binder doesn't lie. If you won't kill him, I will... Or at least try. We have goals. Alexstrasza needs her army strong so she wants him alive. Make your decision quickly, your opening is closing fast..."
 
"There's only one way to find out." Came the dark chuckle, his jaws once again cracking open slightly. It wasn't until an arrow came whizzing by Nefarian and embedding itself into in the back of Nozdormu's neck. His fiery orange eyes snapped to the one who'd shot it, if looks could kill he'd been dead numerous times over. It wasn't until he'd leaned down to bite that the strong, angry voice of Alexstrasza echoed throughout his mind. Oh he took the threats that the Dragon Queen made with seriousness. What'd she said was undoubtedly true. She wasn't one to lie or even play tricks.

"Don't worry, dear ssssisters." Nozdormu spoke back to Alexstrasza and Ysera both. "I've known of my death for countlessss Millennia. My father, Aman'Thul, made sure to show me this whenever he gave me hissss power. Just make sure to teach my son, Anachronos to never let his new role go to his head. I have trained him as best I could. I leave him in the care of you 3 now." With Nozdormu's final words being spoken to Alexstrasza, Ysera and Kalecgos, he closed his eyes and accepted the fate.

"Can't kill an Aspect, huh?" He snarled back. "Then answer this, Life-Binder... why was it you killed Malygos?" He then whipped his head towards his sister. "My decision was made earlier." He said back to her. He'd agreed to help her in return for him bearing him an Heir. He wasn't sure if she'd gotten pregnant or not from their fun earlier but she'd upheld her end without any hesitation, at least that he could see and the Pride he held wouldn't let him go back. With a loud road, he leaned down again and gripped the bigger Bronze's neck and breathed out his Black flames and held the male down as best he could. He wasn't confident in being able to rip his head off but he could burn through his neck and end the Aspect. The final dying breath of the Aspect of Time caused the air to distort around them, one last cry leaving the Timeless One's jaws before Nefarian let go and watched him fall, eyes closing as death came.

He removed himself from standing over him, his back left leg not touching the ground from the hit Nozdormu had given him earlier. He turned towards Onyxia with a faint nod. "She'd have come after us anyways, Nozdormu wouldn't have let this go. Hurry, do what you will with his body. I'm not sure how long it will stay before it goes to the Bronze Shrine in the far North." He said to to his sister, blood dripping and pouring from various wounds across his large form. He needed to get himself healed up before doing anything else, that much was for certain. His wings had drooped down to his side's, dragging the ground. He made sure to speak telepathically with his sister. "Are you able to heal me any? Once I'm healed enough and you've gotten what you need, we can make our way towards where father is sealed." His deep voice echoed inside Onyxia's mind. He sat himself down, his breathing heavy. Despite how short the fight had been, the Bronze Aspect was no push over. If it wasn't for the distraction caused by Onyxia, he knew it wasn't a fight he could've won.

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Up in Northern, in Dragonblight at Wyrmrest Temple, the Blue Aspect kept silent as the 2 sisters wept for the death of their Elder brother. Kalecgos didn't cry or wheep like the 2 sisters were doing, didn't know any of them well enough to do so. He just kept himself a short distance away from the 2 grieving sisters. First Neltharion had gone mad by the Old God's and turned into Deathwing, second was Malygos(his predecessor and the original Spell-Weaver)...now it was Nozdormu. The original family of 5 down to just the 2 sisters. He was in his own Half-Elf form. He wasn't sure of what would happen now. The 3 remaining Aspect's would have to have a meeting once the 2 sisters had recomposed themselves.
 
Alexstrasza cried loudly as the temple filled with her voice, she had also channeled her voice to Onyxia, Nefarian and their Black Dragonflight to allow them to hear her pure sadness, pain, and grief. A tactic that could have gone either way. Looking at the fallen aspect, his nearly dead woman, and the now defeated bronze dragons that had accompanied him had caused Alex a great deal of pain. She cried, like an inconsolable child, her lungs pushing to the very limit as the tears streamed from her eyes. Ysera had to be the stronger sister at the time. Tears streamed from her cheeks as she tried to hold Alexstrasza close. She hadn't gotten this bad since Nelfarion, this seemed even worse, because his twisted children where the murderers. How she would have loved to have the Black Dragonflight in the fold, but this would never happen. They were wicked, they were sick, they were corrupted, and there was no way to save them. If she could have traded places with Nozdormu or even Soridormi, she would have in an instant. Her heart was beating to fast, and her breathing was short and sporadic as she cried.

Her howls were left to echo for some time, as she and Ysera walked to Kalecgos. Alex needed help walking, she had for the time being, lost her will to live, feeling an amazing presence leave this world forever. "I thank you for coming so quickly, Kalecgos... Please excuse me..."

Ysera watched him from the corner of her eye as she took Alexstrasza away, this talented young dragon may not know to true burdens of his title.

Onyxia's heart had beat like never before, this was the rush that came with killing a god-like creature! Onyxia couldn't contain herself, Alexstrasza's crying weighed on her. She and her brother had just killed one of Onyxia's relatives, everyone knew she was benevolent, and a lover, although quite the fighter. Onyxia was overtaken with guilt, and then immense excitement, bordering pleasure. She landed hard after the deed was done, and roared upwards towards the crying. Challenging Alex to dare and attack. If she didn't come to save him, she wouldn't come now. After her roaring was sated, she turned and took her human form, again, unable to mask her horns or tail due to the sheer magnitude of the battle. "I can heal you brother. Do you have it in you to transform once more? Treating a human body is much simpler." She turned towards the archer, who almost froze in time as his arrow hit, and nodded at him. "Next time you fire so close to one of us, you'll be swallowing Shadowflame..." "It was my best shot my Queen. Forgive my bold nature." He said, bowing deeply before turning and jumping off the mountain. "We should perform the ritual first. But your healing is important as well. I am proud of you. I expected you to die. We would have still won, but I was sure the Timeless One was going to gut you for raping his beloved." She smiled at him warmly, just how cold was Onyxia, sharing such thoughts at no expense at all. "Soridormi lives. What do you wish to do with her? Alexstrasza may be willing to negotiate her release."
 
Kalecgos only nodded as the Great Red and Green Dragons made their way towards him. In a moment of boldness, he reached and hugged both of the sisters at once. "Of course, Alex. I won't pretend to know what you 2 are feeling right now..just know I know what the pain of loss feels like." He admitted, having lost the majority of the Blue Dragonflight to Deathwing's schemes when he was just a whelp, stepping back and letting the 2 walk out together. He turned and walked in the opposite direction, looking out upon the varren, frozen lands of Dragonblight as he still could hear the sorrowful calls of Alexstrasza. He felt himself expand in size as he took to the sky and flew towards the Blue Dragonshrine.

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While Onyxia was filled with such excitement, Nefarian was in a world of pain as the adrenaline flowing through him slowly stopped and the full throbbing of his wounds hit him full force. It caused the Black Dragon to drop more to help ease the pain off his injured limbs. He slowly nodded in answer to Onyxia's question, feeling himself shrink back down to his 7 foot human self, clad in full Armor as he dropped to both of his knees and let a hand on the ground as well to help steady himself. His sister was tenacious as ever and held nothing back in her appraisal of him, even the fact she thought his own death would be upon them. "What sort of elder brother would I be... if I couldn't uphold my end of our promise, dear sister?" He asked her with a pained smile on his human face.

He'd all forgotten about the one who'd nearly shot him until Onyxia reprimanded him for such an action. "He nearly was successful in doing just that, let's count it lucky he didn't suspect you and you were able to surprise him." He admitted at the mention of Nozdormu nearly gutting him, one hand still holding his stomach. At the mention of the Bronze Broodmother still living, he looked over towards her. "Look at her, she's ruined. Your flames succeeded in grilling her insides. Even Alexstrasza wouldn't want her anymore. Just kill her." He finally answered. Was he being merciful? Perhaps a tad but what he'd said was true. They could expect to not hear from the Aspect's again for a time, Alexstrasza was distraught and would be of no immediate threat from what he knew of the Dragon Queen. He also knew that unless they had their father on their side whenever she decided to move against them, they wouldn't stand a chance against the combined anger of the remaining 3 Aspect's.

"What else must we do before our father can return?" He asked. Once he was healed and back up to strength, whatever else she needed they could take care of.

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Meanwhile, the Twilight's Hammer had already finished with putting the Elementium Armor onto Deathwing's massive and overly muscular form. Those eyes burned Red in maddened rage still. He'd been trapped for 30 years in Deepholm thanks to the effort the other 4 Aspect's. When Nozdormu had been killed, he too had felt it and a malevolent smirk crossed his giant maw briefly. Seems his children were still busy and alive with their tasks. How he wished he could see how his sisters Alexstrasza and Ysera were taking that news. He'd find out eventually. That seal had been weakened again with the death of another Aspect. The sisters were grieving no doubt and with them in such a state, that seal was weakened further. He let another roar out and slammed his massive body against another Chasm wall in anticipation. He'd make them all pay for this humiliation!

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Back on the surface, Azeroth itself trembled in the wake of the Black Aspect's hatred. Nefarian felt himself falter more at the sudden vibrations. Kalecgos had been in the Blue Dragonshrine in the far North when he'd felt it, his eyes widening somewhat in confusion. An Earthquake?
 
"You let me worry about resurrecting father. And just ease yourself. I'll heal you as much as I possibly could." She looked over at Soridormi, whom was barely moving. "Pity, she would have made a decent treat for father, or an excellent cock glove for yourself." She began to slowly remove his armor. His body was a bit whithered and damaged, scars and bites, but he survived and Nozdormu did not. "You chose a fine human form. Spending so much time with morons like Anduin makes me see your fine selections..." She brought her hands together and started to chant. "Healing magics make me feel sick. But I need you in top form to help me." She slowly brought her hands to his chest and pressed heavily. "It will hurt a bit, as this magic isn't the most compatible with us. Your body will reject it, but I'll force it to heal your wounded body, brother." She smiled, "Me... A Black Dragon using silly Priest tricks. Oh, father would be so ashamed."

She massaged his chest lightly, Nefarian was at this time, besides the other black dragons, her only form of socialization in this world, and be it what it may, she was a woman after all. "We really did it. The Timeless One is dead... and it was because of you, and me." Her hands pushed against his chest some more, Onyxia finding it easier to mount her brother to continue to heal him. Surely he wouldn't mind as he'd been happy to accept impregnating her in return for his assistance.

"After you've healed..." She leaned close to him, her black hair dropping from her shoulders. "We must travel to the Badlands... It is a flight... but we must do so. We could have Nozdormu's body escorted, or simply his head, any part we can draw blood from, brought with us. "Once we are there... I will take care of the ritual. You just make sure Alexstrasza doesn't pop up and rip my head off..." She brought her lips close to his, knowing the healing may be bothering him, unless he took complete adjustment into his human form. She clearly hadn't having trouble keeping her horns and tail hidden during times of massive excitement or fear or anger.

"You deserve a little reward for killing Nozdormu..."

Onyxia's agent had morphed in mid-air along with two of his men. They landed and paused, seeing that the siblings were having a private moment. One of his men nearly spoke up before the agent raised his hand at him to stop him, brought a finger over his own lips and shook his head. With that same finger, he gestured two quick circles in the air as his men jumped out from exactly the place they came. He turned back and looked at them, before reaching the ledge of the mountain and jumping off calmly.

Soridormi had been quiet, and barely moving. Her fingertips pressed her burned skin lightly, but not for no reason. She had been quietly healing, a spell so weak it would take her a long time to recover, but Onyxia or Nefarian may have noticed a more potent spell. She wasn't going to die. Not watching this incest develop over her and her husband's dead corpses. How twisted the Black Dragonflight was... To celebrate as their enemies bodies lie right before them. They took Nozdormu from her, now she'd take Onyxia from Nefarian, and he'd feel her pain.

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Alexstrasza lay in her large bed, her body naked, cleaned, prepared. Her sister Ysera laid next to her, her body naked, cleaned, and prepared. Alex started to embrace her, slowly tears developing once more. "They must pay for this..." Alex said quietly. "Why have they forced this... We gave them a chance at mercy..." Ysera held her tightly, rubbing her back softly. "We did... and they spat in our face and killed Nozdormu." Alex whimpered as several more tears rushed from her eyes. She was surprised by Ysera's lips pressed onto hers, her eyes opened widely, until they slowly started to close. "We will make them pay. We should look to head out as soon as possible." Alexstrasza rested her head against Ysera's. "I fear for what they have planned. We may need more power than what we have..." Ysera shifted herself and spread her sister's legs, Alexstrasza looking at her with a confused look. "Ysera! Now isn't the time for this... Control yourself, nymph!" Ysera shook her head, "This is the only time for this. Nozdormu is gone, but he is always with us. He will help us kill our enemies. If we need additional help, we will get it. I can't stand to see you like this... I'm going to make use of your Queen-like assets..." She leaned on Alex in the missionary position, starting to rub herself against her calmly. "Tribbing... at a time like this..." Alex complained, her eyes closed as she felt Ysera's body stimulate her vulva.
 
Nefarian smiled weakly. He too had thought the same thing. The Bronze bitch was quite the good lay and giving who she was, it was just adding further insult to injury each time he'd have his fun with her but she wasn't any good to him. He had his sister, he'd eventually have Alexstrasza and Ysera both as well. He didn't answer whenever she spoke nor protest whenever she pushed him down into his back on the ground to begin to heal him. He felt her sit herself upon his now naked lap, grunting out slightly in appreciation of her praises.

He let his fiery gaze stare into her own yellow and red colored eyes. "Alexstrasza will not lay a finger on you, dear sister." He promised, a hand moving to brush some of her hair from her face as the siblings shared this very brief tender moment. "The Badland's...very well. We'll fly as swiftly as I'm able to after being healed. We'll take what we need. Soridormi's still barely alive, I can inform the others before we leave that they can have their fun until they're tired and just leave her somewhere.. I'm sure you're Agent and his men would love a turn with her before we leave her alone with her dead mate, full of cum... compliments of some of the Black Dragonflight. Let us just bring his entire corpse along, it will give you more blood to use." He agreed. He didn't notice that said Agent that had returned but did hear the wing beats of them leaving. His 2 hands reached out to grab ahold of her firm and curvy backside. "A reward...well, If you insist." He chuckled and winced a bit in pain at one of the deeper gashes on his side.

He lifted his head slightly, enough for his lips to brush against her own but it fell back as he felt his neck strain. Nozdormu had hurt him worse than he'd thought. A few coughs later he had some blood push out his mouth. Thankfully he had an excellent healer ready and willing to fix whatever damages were done as well as give him a reward she didn't have to, she could've let him die after all but she wasn't going to. Even if it was because she needed him to be able to potentially fight another angry and even stronger Aspect, in Nefarian's mind he took it as a sign she was planning to keep him around. He hadn't realized it but she'd wrapped him around her fingers just like she had the same mortals he'd always claimed to be so easily manipulated.

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Kalecgos found himself worrying as the Earthquake's continued. The ground trembled as if...as if it were in such an intense Rage that it couldn't help but let everything on the planet know. He turned his gaze back to Wyrmrest Temple in the distance, watching from the Blue Dragonshrine. He was tempted to go ask Alexstrasza and Ysera what this meant as it didn't bode well in his thoughts at all and while he knew they were grieving, he also knew he'd get a scolding from Alex again if he didn't let her know. His gut feeling didn't leave him even as he spread his wings to fly back back towards the lone Spire in this frozen wasteland of the North, something bad was coming and he had a feeling that the 2 sister Aspect's knew something that he didn't.

The beat of his wings were loud as he approached the tall Temple. A low bellow leapt the Great Blue's jaws as he landed and shifted, appearing as a tall Half-Elf by the time he was inside and the blizzard outside was behind closed doors. He went into The Temple where Alex liked to keep herself, so she could survey the Frozen Dragonblight around them as well as the 5 Shrine's throughout it. He went to sit himself on the ground where he was at the majority of the Time, crossing his legs to wait until the 2 sister's returned. His keen hearing and sense of smell, as befitting one of the Dragon Aspect's couldn't help but make him aware of what was happening in the room between the 2 siblings. He scrunched his face some but held himself still in his spot.
 
"Easy brother..." Onyxia said softly, "Let me heal you." Her hands pressed harder into his flesh, repairing bone was difficult, and painful for the one being healed. This act of white magic felt like a dark punishment. Onyxia descended and kissed his hard lips playfully. Teasing and coaxing him, but never slipping the tongue or giving him that defining experience which would lead to a second session. "I'm worried we may upset the Kirin Tor if we don't hurry. This book must be returned to them somehow." The warmth between her legs rubbed his lower stomach. "I rather deal with them instead of dragons... But so is our tale." She massaged his chest intimately, "This can take close to three more hours at this rate... I can amplify the healing wave, but it will be much more painful..."
 
Nefarian found himself narrowing his eyes at her playful nature during this quite painful experience for him. While he didn't like it, he knew she was right. The Kirin Tor were a bunch he didn't want to get on the bad side of but if given the choice, he'd take them over a group of angry Dragon's and their Aspect's any day. While he knew his father didn't care, his father was also a great deal stronger than either of the siblings and the other Aspect's themselves. He let himself kiss back while he could, but he felt the heat on his lower abdomen. His grip on her backside tightened further, fingers sinking further into the ample flesh in his large hands while she'd no doubt feel the large bulging outline against her own heated sex, grinding slowly even and he once again moved his gaze to meet Onyxia's. "Then speed it up, dear sister...speed it up as much as you can. The sooner I'm healed, the sooner we can set off." He said firmly.

Oh he knew what was coming, and the hands gripping her round ass would leave nice and visible imprints as his grip tightened. He knew roars would be leaving his human form, injuries this bad were rare for Dragon's since most 'fights' were really nothing more than roaring or contests to see who'd back down first. He gave another nod in anticipation. Oh the pain he was about to experience.
 
"Very well..." She mentioned, her smile fading into a serious curve. "This is going to take a toll on me too. But who knows how long old Nozdormu's corpse will hang about..." She began to channel her mana, closing her eyes. He could feel the mystic entity being absorbed into her core. She was absorbing a great deal of it, what disgusting healing wave this must be. "Forgive me. Try not to pass out." She said quietly as a small smile crept onto her face for a moment. Her eyes rang open, both colors intense and blaring. There would be no time for ass grabbing here, as she thrust both palms onto his pectorals. With a short cry, Onyxia pushed as hard as possible as the white light of healing literally burned through her brother's body, unforgivably healing his wounds, forcing his bones to rejoin, sewing his tattered skin with dangerous speed and precision. It was like falling and breaking your arm, and when your helper arrives, he pulls you to your feet by grabbing the said broken arm, and forcefully pulls you to your feet. Nefarian's body would be shaking as if he was a part of the molten core itself. This light wanted to cure his damages, and it's willing to break his soul to repair his body. The waves were causing a small circle of pressure to push off against them, Onyxia's hair waved wildly like a flag in a storm as she dug deeper. Her mana was quickly depleting.
 
He only nodded his head a bit in response, grip tightening even further on her curvy backside before the push came followed by the blinding White light...then the roars of agony from his human self let loose. Guttural cries they were as he felt his entire body force itself to heal as it was before the fight earlier. His hands were thrown to the ground beside his body, his form convulsing in pain as she healed the damage done. His eyes had streams of tears flowing from each one, unable to do anything but lie there and accept the fate he'd given himself until this painful ordeal was over. The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow, each one feeling as if an entire lifetime had passed by already. The minutes ticked by, her beautiful Black colored hair seemed as if she were in a never-ending Hurricane.

His back had arched off the ground as well, forcing himself inadvertently closer to her sex with his previous arousal. His knuckles turning White as his hands were balled into tight fists until finally, what felt like a lifetime but was merely only minutes, that blinding White light began to die down and his body dropped down to the ground, eyes closed but he was breathing. Perhaps blacked out from the extreme pain but fully healed nonetheless. Those eyes did finally flicker after a few second, opening up to reveal those fiery Orange orbs though his breathing was ragged. He revealed a crooked grin to his sister still on top of him, refusing to move just yet as he adjusted to the Magical healing she'd given him. "Tha... Thank...you... Onyxia..." He groaned out. She truly hadn't been lying, that was the absolute worst experience of his life...and he didn't intend to get so hurt as to be forced to have to have that happen again.
 
As Onyxia's mana started to deplete, naturally a spell's potencies would start to diminish, fire would burn a little dimmer, barriers would absorb less damage, cures would sloth to a crawl and probably cause the target to die from the low rate of restoration. For this spell, Nefarian was being healed faster than his body would accept. This mana rule wasn't the same for everyone, some warlocks could tap their mana pools for a short but helpful burst in mana, blood mages could offer their blood in exchange for a powerful continuous spell once mana was gone. And of course the wide array of potions, elixirs, jewelry, foods and clothing that could be worn to further amplify ones mana, most bizarre of all, a glass of cold milk.

While Onyxia did have elixirs and rings and such, this spell was active now, and it drained her all too quickly, despite her massive channeling before. Reaching her limits as her bother struggled to survive the healing, Onyxia chose to tap into her stamina, in exchange for mana. She needed quite a bit more to finish, and found herself feeling her face grow heavy. She found it difficult to breathe and started to lose her sight. She was almost finished.

The pressure around them subsided, Onyxia's hair sloppily dropped where it could, her breathing heavy and quick, her forehead decorated with beads of sweat. Everything was blurry to her, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell forward onto her brother, whom was likely trying to recover as well. Her head hung over his left shoulder, feeling something wet at the side of her face; Nefarian's drying tears from before.

It took a while, but Onyxia rose first, inspecting the space around her. The dragon's eyes were open... But she could not see...

She kept her fingers on her bother's body, hearing him rustle and finally speak. She tried to smile curtly at him, her eyes seeming to miss him. "You're welcome..." Her smile fades slowly. It didn't take long for him to realize that something was wrong, her eyes were trying to search but she was looking at nothing in particular. Trying to keep herself calm, Onyxia closed her eyes slowly. "This drained me quite a bit. I've lost my eyesight... I exchanged stamina and life force to produce more mana... I cannot see a thing."

A blinded Onyxia was devastating, but the thought of perhaps dominating her as her sight was gone could seem amusing. She did just give her sight to heal him however.
 
As she fell forward, a grunt did leave Nefarian but he didn't mind it at all. She was understandably tired after such a massive healing and mow it was his turn to take care of her it seemed. Both siblings in such terrible yet recovering conditions...oh fighting an Aspect was indeed an impossible alone. He let a hand stroke itself along her back, gently moving up and down as she spoke back...to the ground beside him? He raised an eyebrow in question and as she spoke, thoughts flooded his mind. The main few? She was his now If he chose...but also the fact that their mission had just gotten much harder sadly.

"I am not sure exactly how to get your sight back, dear sister...but know I am right here." He said back and moved both hands to grab ahold of her own. "My body feels like a Mountain fell on me... but I do thank you for healing of my wounds, Onyxia." He said again. "Whenever I'm able to actually move around again, we'll head out as soon as we're able to get you your eyesight back." He said. While normally he'd take advantage of this, she'd risked her life to save his and had upheld every bit of her bargain so far. It burned him not to but the Pride he held wouldn't let him. He did lean up a bit, hands moving swiftly to each side of her thin waist to make sure she didn't fall back until he was also sitting up with her still in his lap. "Tell me, where at in The Badlands is this place father is sealed at?" Came the first question. Seems they'd be flying blind because he did remember she stressed getting there early as they could.
 
Onyxia appreciated his comforting words but would have preferred silence and her sight back. Slowly getting to her feet after a brief break. Her body felt heavy and withered, her eyes held shut. "The Aspects locked our father away in a powerful, self-recasting seal. Every year, the seal is cast again, using a different incantation to keep him from finding a weak spot." She touched the wall and leaned against it. "When it is recast, the seal then teleports to a different location, probably somewhere desolate... like The Badlands or even Desolace. If my hypothesis is correct... it will be but three days before the seal is recast. We have to also hope Nozdormu's corpse doesn't deconstruct before that time as well." She bit her lip, her blank eyes opening in hopes of seeing at least a speck of light. "We must fly as soon as possible. I can find the seal if we get close enough."
 
Nefarian nodded a bit as he too lay in silence. His wounds had finally closed to the point of being able to move after some time had passed, letting the Black Prince stand up albeit a little shakily. "I understand, sister. Then let us not waste anymore time." He steeled himself and transformed into that massive Black Dragon spread his wings and let out a roar of finally being back to his True form. He carefully placed Onyxia onto large Skull so she'd be able to grab ahold of one of his large horns to anchor herself.

He looked at that oversized corpse of Nozdormu's, reaching forward and grabbing it with his 2 front paws before taking off, albeit with a struggle due to the weight of the dead Aspect of Time. He wasted no time, his wings beating and the siblings began the journey towards The Badlands. Luckily with the Time it'd taken to let Nefarian heal, they began this long flight underneath the cover of Darkness. "I'll fly us to The Badlands sister, you do your best to guide me once we're there." The large Black Dragon growled out towards Onyxia.
 
"I am thankful for your service." She said calmly, hooking on tightly to her brother. "Are you prepared to take your place at father's side? I doubt he is ready to pass control to you. I know you are ambitious, we've even had a spat or two in the last century... Your time to rule would come after father's. Are you willing to wait, or would you reconstruct the great Deathwing only to tear him apart in his sealing recovery?" It wasn't beyond the siblings to overthrow their father. Negation had a bit more to lose, as surely Onyxia could just use her fearsomely excellent cunt to survive most situations and rise the ranks of any man driven organization. A dragon flight was no different.

Even with Nefarian's mighty wings, this would take some time, it would be especially hard as he lugged the Bronze Aspect about. "I want to know what I am walking into when things finally happen. You said I could trust you. I rather not have our two best chances at killing the Aspects fighting within themselves."
 
As she began to question his motives, the Black Dragon began to think about things the further they flew and closer they got to where they'd free their father. "While it irks me knowing I won't be in charge, I've been patient for many years as father's schemed." Came the rumbling voice of Nefarian, obviously none too thrilled he'd have to once again take a backseat. "And in order to kill or subjugate the remaining Aspect's, I shall bite my tongue and do so again. You need not worry, dear sister. I shall wait." He finally answered with a snort. While he wasn't happy, he knew he has to look at the bigger picture at the end of it all being said and done.

Nefarian shifted slightly, his claws digging in further to keep the Bronze Aspect's massive carcass from slipping out of his grasp. Even though he said this, what Onyxia couldn't see was the gleam in his eyes and his lips pulled back into a slightly sinister grin. He beat his wings with renewed vigor, flying ever so faster towards The Badlands.
 
"Bandits... bandits... and more bandits..." With each word, the light-footed Night Elf zipped an arrow into another's skull. "How do bands even get this many people willing to hurt, rape and pillage like no tomorrow?" She spoke calmly to her two comrades as the three of them were asked to take care of a bandit camp deep within Elwynn Forest. Her companions consisted of a powerful swordsman and an Orc with an assortment of weapons, but he liked his hand axe best. These unlikely three would take jobs if the pay was right and the reasoning was at least sound to them. Alliance and Horde didn't matter to them as human, elf and orc kept watch of each other's health and developed somewhat of a friendship. "I'll keep plucking... you two go get the big boys out back..."
 
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