Hiya everyone! this is my first fanfic so please be gentle ;v; this fanfic will be for WoW I've been playin the game for only 2 weeks so some parts of the lore might be off ^ I hope you enjoy my crappy writing 1. Fire.
The smell of sizzling meat filled the warm cosy room, the wooden floor and walls made for good protection against the weather for duskwood citizens, when it wasn't gushing down with rain and fog, the winds would howl against the windows. The forest could be quite beautiful when illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the clouds gaps, of course we couldn't forget all the deadly critter's living there as well, spiders, wolves, worgens and ogres and to top it off angry spirits and possessed plants. It certainly made living here interesting and certainly difficult.
Stirring around the wooden spoon as a delicate hand lifted it up to the soft pink lips, the woman holding on to the spoon was Helena Stratford, she was one of the very few farmer's left around here, most had up-n-vanished.
"Mm..needs more pepper and some carrots." The sound of the knife roughly chopping against the cutting board as she poured in the carrots, giving a small toss in of pepper and salt, she stirred more until it began to simmer, she placed the pot back onto. Rubbing a hand over the bump of her stomach she couldn't help but smile down. "Soon you'll be here and be able to eat mama's stew with me. Only 4 more months." rubbing her stomach as she stared off into the distance of the fireplace, the low fire and pitch black charcoal caused her to stare with an upset expression the unwanted memory filled her mind quickly ushering in darkness.
The beating of black wings soaring across the city...the smell of fire and burning flesh as the terrifying roar shook the very ground.
She remembered that day so very clearly.
The sound of a small children crying and the panicked screams of citizen's as they tried their best to avoid burning structure's falling on them. A small girl was crying at the body of a guard-woman in silver armour crushed under one of the burning pillars. The once beautiful park reduced to nothing but fire and broken land.
"Deathwing." She mumbled the name under her breath with hate and venom hidden behind the gentle whisper like voice. Pushing back a fallen strand of dark honey coloured hair, it always went darker during the winter times. Shaking her head viciously to shake the dark thoughts from her mind she noticed how the fire was low, leaving the small kitchen she wandered over towards the heavy wooden door, wrapping a scarf around her neck and pushing on her fur-lined boots, she went out into the wind.
The wind was viciously pulling her hair around as she desperately tried to keep her hat from flying off, screwing her eyes closed as she followed along the wooden wall with her hand. Other than the sound of the wind whipping around the forest was eerily quiet, its dark twisted trees curling up like talon's. Snapping her head around at the eerie hoot of a single owl as it flew over head, most likely looking for its next meal.
Bending down to pick up chopped firewood, the store was running low she would likely have to get more in the morning. With heavy logs wrapped in her arms she turned her back and began to wander back to the house door. The bickering sound of horses caught her attention, turning to the side to look out at the field of corn and pasture of their horses next to the house, majestic beasts strong and dark-coated they where her husband's past-time hobby and his pride. However they where currently rearing up and neighing loudly at the edge of the forest something had spooked them. Not wanting to be caught out here with whatever had frightened the usually docile animals she hurried into the warm house.
2 hours later...
The door to the house creaked open, peering her head around the kitchen wall, she spotted the mass of muscle that was her husband, dark brown hair shoved back in a pony tail, chiselled face and the mass beard on his face. She smiled at him gently, his tired expression changed to one of joy and their was a glint in his beady eye's. "Oh god how I've missed you, you look just as beautiful as when I left you last night." She gave a soft laugh.
"Oh stop it you. Dinner is nearly ready." sound of the chair scraping as Brendan thudded himself down against the chair. Carrying the pot into the living room she placed it down on the table before her husband pulled her close to him, she looked down at him lovingly, her small hand playing with the loose strands of his hair against his dirty forehead. His head was resting against her bump his large hands on either side of her stomach in a whisper with hints of pride and love "How is my little munch kin. I've missed you too." he sighed outwardly as he tilted his head to look up at his pretty wife, "lets eat darling." she nodded gently.
Later that night...
Gentle breathing surrounded the couple as they slept only illuminated by the small candle light, strong arms wrapped around the small womanly form, there was a distinct thumping sound coming from outside, Brendan began to stir, opening up his eyes, the dark chocolate pupils searched around. Thump. There was again! Sitting up, as carefully as he could he detached himself from Helena's sleeping form, reaching for his axe and shield, the tired guard didn't want to take any chances when it came to his family's safety and especially in theses woods.
Creeping down the stairs as quietly as he could, his breathing was laboured as he mentally prepared himself for the worst case situation. the house was dark, creaking floorboards and the whistle of wind getting through the gap of the door. "god please don't be another freaking ogre." peering around the wall, he saw a single figure crouching down in front of their personal chest, rummaging through the gold they had saved up for their child's future. The dark green skin colour gave the thief away along with his dark clothing and the single red bandanna around his arm.
Brenda's lip pulled up in to a snarl, showing his white canines as he spat out venomous words. "OI! Get away from that filth!" the large orc stood up clearly over shadowing the human male by size alone not to mention his muscular difference, this orc was breed for violence. The orc gave a gruffed sound which almost sounded like a mocking laugh before drawing his massive battle axe, screaming at the top of his lungs in orcish to his nearby comrades. Brendan's eye's widened the malice in the orc's voice sent chilly shivers up his spine and the fact that he was shouting so loud meant he was calling for allies. He needed to act quickly his wife and unborn child where sleeping upstairs, action came quickly as he ran at the orc.
There was sound of clashing metal, shadows dancing around each other, watching the movements of their opponent, sweat lining their faces as the sound of crashing rattled the room. Sparks flying as weapons slide across each other creating friction a pained cry as blood sprayed across the room. One single body fell to the floor.