The silvery worgen turned to look back at her fair city, shrouded in mist and the pestilent green of Forsaken Plague. Snorting and returning to her original path, she replaced her war axes on her back and dropped down on all fours. Long, obsidian claws gripped the mud and wet grass with ease. With a single leap, she flew forward into a quick gallop, throwing the condemned city behind her. Flattening her ears against her neck, she lifted her head and drew out a long, lamenting howl. Gilneas was lost, and she mourned for it, but she could only leave it behind.
Thalarion looked across the round, spiked table to the thin, white-haired partner. Sapphira looked back at him, finishing up writing something in a leather bound journal and putting away her quill and ink with a small flourish. "You take notes on everything, don't you?", the knight snickered, taking a drink of the Troll style beer he had ordered. "Laugh all you want,", Sapphira replied with a scowl,"one day we'll all need observations and notes on Orgimmar, and then who'll be the only one who was prepared?" Thalarion laughed a bit more, tightening his scarlet Kal'dorei tail. Saphhira glared harder, before tittering a bit herself.
"You're paranoid.", the holy knight sighed, taking another reluctant sip of his beer. "Why on Earth did I let that Shadowhunter talk me into buying this? It tastes like sweat and disappointment.", he groaned, scrunching up his face at the flavor. "Why would you know what either of those taste like?", the frost mage giggled, reaching over to grab the flagon. "Don't say I didn't warn you.", he said as he watched her raise the mug to her lips. She recoiled almost instantly, resisting the urge to spit out the disgusting liquid. Thalarion took one look at her face and began crowing, cheeks turning redder with each laugh.
The blood knight's laughs were cut short when a deafening explosion was heard, rattling the tables and startling everyone present in the small inn in the Valley of Strength. Grabbing Sapphira's hand and yanking her out of her chair, they joined a crowd of people racing out of various buildings to see what had happened. They were all looking around confusedly until they heard a large Tauren shout and point up to where the zeppelins typically docked. One of the towers was consumed in flames, with a zeppelin hanging off of it like a fish from a spear. Next to the destroyed airship was an enormous black dragon, seemingly having lava running through its veins, plated with charcoal metal and smelling of sulfur. A cruel laugh emitted from the dragon as he neared the wreckage, turning his head to look down at the crowd of stunned people.
"Open fire!", an Orc guard yelled, pointing at the dragon and taking off on an armored wyvern. Arrows began pouring from nearby Troll Shadowhunters and axes came flying from Orc Warriors. The crowd of citizens were too stupefied and frightened to do anything, even Thalarion and Sapphira were too in shock to move. The dragon only sneered, flapping his wings harder to throw back the guards mounted on war wyverns. "The sun sets on your pitiful, mortal existence. Your days are numbered, this world will soon disappear beneath the shadow of my wings.", the drake taunted, and with a loud roar, barrel rolled and flew away.
Only now did the vast mob of people seem to react. "We're all gonna die!", a young goblin male shouted, and the frenzy began. Screaming, shoving past eachother, the mob dissolved into pure chaos. Thalarion and Sapphira were thrown to the ground, and Thalarion maneuvered himself overtop of Sapphira to defend her from stray hooves and feet. He received several kicks in the ribs, and had a goblin female topple over on him before she screamed and clamored over on to a Forsaken's shoulder.
"SILENCE!", came the bellowing roar of Garrosh Hellscream, as he struck Gorehowl against the side of Grommash Hold. The commotion stopped as the citizens gaped at their Warlord's appearance. Garrosh turned and saw the tower of fire coming from the crashed zeppelin, eyes widening and face hardening in anger. He growled and pointed to the pyre, eyes alive with fury and hatred. He spit on the ground and returned to Grommash Hold, after muttering something to a Tauren Druid.
The druid quickly took the form of a bird and flew high above the crowd. "Return to your original places, now.", the horned hawk ordered, before flying off in the direction of the Valley of Spirits. Confused mutters broke out amongst the mob as it slowly dispersed, many people fearfully glancing over their shoulders at the orange glow above them. Thalarion picked himself up off Sapphira, before extending a hand and helping up the frail woman. She scowled, her one uncovered eye glimmering with irritation as she brushed the red Durotar dust off of her robes. "I'm sorry I had to do that, I didn't want you getting stomped on by some Tauren.", he apologized, pressing a swift kiss to the top of her head. "I'm more concerned about what the hell we just saw rather than the dirt on me.", she muttered, averting her gaze to the zeppelin crash above them.
"It's not our concern. Rhonin told us to avoid conflict, remember?", Thalarion argued, tugging Sapphira away in the opposite direction. "We're not even allied with the Horde, we're a neutral party. This isn't our problem."
Sapphira struggled against the taller elf's grip for a bit before finally accepting defeat, allowing herself to be dragged out of Orgrimmar.
