This is meant to be a short series of drabbles about my World of Warcraft characters. World of Warcraft is owned by Blizzard Entertainment, not I.

Masnavi

The dry, gritty sand swirled about her burned paws, kicked up by the wind howling in the distant mountains. The pale, oddly colored sun burned down on her dark almost purple fur. The earth was pained, there was something very wrong. Masnavi snorted, mostly in disgust at the dragon before her, but also at the dust. For a Kal'dori druid, she was fussy about certain thing: her fur and her leathers-they had been a gift, along with the oddly shining stone set in her 'collar'.

Grimsly, her stout Dwarven companion, misconstrued the snort and laid a hand on her flank.

"Aye, easy girl. We are almost done here. This is the last task."

She shifted uneasily under his hand and snorted again, rolling her eyes at him. He got to stand back and shoot arrows, she and Paddy were doing the real work.

"I have been burned, frozen and plunged into utter darkness." she rejoined in an oddly lisping, growly voice. "I do not fear this dragon. You have the device?"

Grim nodded, "Right here. When the time comes, I'll be ready."

"If you two are done, shall we get on with this before the beastie notices we are here?" an oddly cold and distant voice cut in. The speaker was a Knight, one Arthas raised. Navi still didn't trust the undead Dranei, she wasn't sure why she was even here in the first place-but when Norzdomu calls, it's wise to answer.

The other two members of their dingy little band included a surly warlock named Chemi (had to be a nickname, vouched for by Piro herself) and a small, slim priest. She hadn't said much, even when a drake got past the Knight and started slashing at her. She had pulled a knife (cripes she was fast) and dispatched the whelpling calmly.

"Fine, let's end this." Navi growled as she melted into the shadows, Paddy grunted in agreement and the imp chittered and grinned evily.

It had been a long fight, starting at a corrupted Obsidian Shrine. The dragonkin there hadn't gone down easily, he'd dumped Navi and the Knight (she still couldn't begin to think of it as a person, it was dirty and undead) into the bubbling lava around his twisted throne. If it weren't for the quick thinking priest and lightening snap casting, it would have ended there. Finally the raging dragonkin lay dead, surrounded by the lava; his twisted domain. The Knight hefted the dragon's mace over her shoulder and gave it a few experimental swings, "If noone else wants, I take?" Navi grunted, licking her burned paws gingerly and fussed over her singed tail. Chemi roller her eyes and made a sarcastic comment, the priest-Dorret-fussed over Padington and Grim-girl loves bears. Weird.

The next battle was far more interesting, a mage. I never caught her name, I don't care to know it. I assume she was at the blue flight's corrupted shrine-never had a head for magic. Dorret seemed particularly troubled, Chemi was grim. This was their turf, we were along for the ride. She went down easily enough, threw a nasty spell involving ice claws-both Navi and the Knight wound up taking the brunt of that one. Once the mage lay on the ground, bleeding into the blackened dust, the priest rushed forward, concerned. Navi chuffed in annoyance and slowly changed her form, it was just as scratch but the priest acted like it was an open vein. Humans, so excitable. The Knight however, grunted and backed away from the glowing hands, took out a needle and thread and deftly reattached the hanging skin.

" 'ey, Navi, need to learn to dodge all over again, do you?"

"Stuff it Grim, it's not easy being furry and fabulous. Not everyone gets to be this good. And Piro makes sure I know how to dodge, the evil bitch," Navi responded, teeth gritted in annoyance and pain.

"You should see what she does to me," Chemi joined in with a smirk.

"I don't even want to know what you two do."

" 'ey, I want ta know."

"ENOUGH!" the Knight roared, "We are on borrowed time, this needs to get done now."

"Someone's just jealous" Navi purred as she slowly shifted back to her feline form. She would never get used to the rush, the thrill of liquid muscle, the alive feeling she got. The Knight humph-ed and walked towards the portal. They had been warned, three unknown shrines and the corrupted dragon. Grim had been temporarily gifted with a device that allowed him to briefly rewind time. Navi was jealous, she knew the Bronze Flight would never trust her with such a device.

The third shrine was by far the worst, it was the Emerald shrine, twisted and corrupted. All that was good was gone. After a run and gun fight, we met the occupier of this shrine head on. Lady Tyrande. A twisted shade of her former, beautiful self. Navi snarled in defiance as Grim draped an arm over her back, "Easy lass, it's not real. She's where she ought be, tha's why we're here." Grim could feel Navi's muscles trembling under her fur, not with fear, but with rage. Her beautiful Lady hovered in front of them, corrupted, waiting. After what seemed like ages (was was at most a minute), she lay dead in the dirt before a shaken group. Dorret murmured a quick prayer to the Light and began to tend to the group (earning her a few points in Navi's mind). There had been ghouls, and it had been messier than the rest.

The sting of sand jerked Navi back to the present, the Knight roared a challenge that froze the blood in her veins. The dragon whipped around, and answered in kind. Navi shot forward, baying a challenge of her own, Paddy locking in stride with her. An arrow whiffed overhead, barely missing the pair and earning Grim a snarl from both. Finally leaping out of the shadows, Navi laid a wicked slash to the dragon's haunch but for all her efforts, it made barely a scratch. Fire sizzled and Light smacked the beast's hide, but it all seemed to barely harm the creature.

"Grim, now!"

"Hunter, I'm on E!"

"Short shit, do it!"

"*Draenic cursing*"

"Ah right, I'm on it!"

Grim triggered the device, and time stopped. Then it began to reverse. Navi could see a ghost of herself padding back to the portal, ghostly fireballs floated back to Chemi's hands, arrows returned to the quiver. Time snapped back to normal, and the combatants were fresh and ready to fight again-all injuries healed. Only the dragon seemed to bear evidence of the onslaught. It took five triggers of the device to kill the terrible beast.

Standing next to the massive beast, Navi looked longingly at the hourglass Grim held, but would it be worth it? Probably not.

"There is one more order of business, what is your name Knight?"

"Call me...Cherry."

Chemi quirked an eyebrow and smirked, Navi turned a kitty giggle into a polite 'chuff', "That's an...unlikely name for you."