Author's Note: Cal finds Llirra and Sarantha, but they're not exactly what he expects from supposed champions of Azeroth. Hinted blood elf/tauren romance. As for the last chapter, yes, even Deathwing hates Twilight, if you caught the minor reference. Next chapter will be mostly humorous involving Sara and Llirra meeting Dorian and trying not to kill him.
The Shadow of My Wings
Ch 2.
Llirra, blood knight of Silvermoon, lay on the peaceful beach next to Silvermoon City, her orc best friend, Sarantha, also laying nearby. Both were finally enjoying a moments peace after their last battle, against the God of Death himself. Llirra had tried to forget the Death God's words, but still, when she was alone, they haunted her. She had confided in Sarantha, who had merely brushed it off, saying that Yogg-Saron had only been trying to put them off of killing him with his words. Llirra wasn't so sure. She believed him, in some ways. She WOULD die before all her friends. She WOULD be alone in the end. The elf shook her head violently, shaking sand into Sarantha's face. The orc grunted slightly and sat up.
"Eh? What's with the sand shower, Llirri? Something wrong? There are no monsters here, I would have detected it." Sara tapped her head and then gestured to Raoden, a metallic gem cat she'd gotten from some fiery lands in Hyjal. The cat had taken well to the warm beaches of Silvermoon, far away from the harsh flames of his homeland. Sarantha was referring to her own tracking and detection abilities, as well as Raoden's. Neither she nor her pet would allow any monster, human, elemental, or beast, go untracked.
Llirra sighed. "Nothing, Sara. Its nothing. I was just..thinking. About...uhm..Roulf. You know, the tauren druid. The one that keeps wanting me to have a dinner with him. I mean, you'd think he wouldn't be worrying about that now, right? All druids were called to Hyjal to aid Ysera in stabilizing the World Tree or something. Roulf explained it, but I forgot and its none of my concern, really."
Sara shook her head. "Thats where you're wrong, Llirr. I've been there. To the...the Firelands. Thats where Raoden came from." She gestured to the gemmed cat, who was asleep at her side. Some great tracking cat. "Loki too. I think he was happy to get out of the Firelands. Thats no place for spiders." Sara grinned, waving Raoden, who growled a little in irritation at being woken from his nap, away. She whistled, calling a brilliant green spider, seemingly painted here and there with jet black markings, to her side. Flames seemed to spark and glow from beneath the beautiful spider's very skin. "Beauty, isn't he? Before I got to him, he sure tried his best to kill me! I think it took a week to scrub out the poison. He apologizes now, don't you boy?" She vigorously rubbed the spider's back. It did not respond in any manner whatsoever. "Anyway, we're not talking about my pets. Something big is going down again, Llirr. REALLY big. I know right now you think its just a druid problem. But its not. Maybe they can handle the Firelands for now, but not alone, not forever."
Llirra sighed. No more peace, then. One battle after another. More monster killing. More going up against gods and elemental lords. She didn't want any part of it. Former hero of the Horde or not. Her part in vanquishing Yogg-Saron was well known, as was Sarantha's. While Llirra received no accolades from the Warchief like Sarantha did (her being an orc, Garrosh's favored race), Llirra still received a great deal of claps and cheers in her home city of Silvermoon, and even amongst the Forsaken in Undercity. She supposed it was expected, since Undercity was led by a former Sin'dorei. She knew who and what caused the world to shatter as it had, but knew she had no chance of going up against the ASPECT of Death, not even with twenty-four of her guildmates. An Aspect was far more powerful than Yogg-Saron had been. Yogg-Saron had not even been fully unleashed, after all. Deathwing was definitely off of whatever leash he'd been on. He had just the other day burned Llirra's favorite orchard in Eversong. The small battle she had fought against him in the Twilight Highlands with the help of Alexstrasza had took all the fight out of her. She didn't want to fight Deathwing again, nor even see his ugly mug once more. He killed all, burned all...
Still, an Aspect was meant to kill an Aspect. A mortal couldn't stand a chance. Llirra's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of what she thought was a mage portalling in nearby. Sarantha and her spider did not even move a muscle. Great tracking team, really...pathetic hunter she was, sometimes. Llirra sighed and stood up, turning to tell whatever bloodmage had ported out here to go away and leave them be. To her surprise, it wasn't any bloodmage she had seen before. In fact, he almost seemed to be...Llirra quickly prodded Sarantha awake and pointed at the high elf, the...the alliance asshole...that had decided to attack them while defenseless. Sarantha, also noticing the elf's blue eyes shot up like a dart and raised a hand to sic the spider on the elf, since neither one had weapons. Sarantha's pet could hopefully hold the mage off until they could get to their armor and weapons.
"WAIT! Don't attack! You don't know what I am! I'm not with them. I'm not alliance!" The elf raised his hands in a gesture to show he meant them no harm and that he had no weapons. However, he was a mage, and Llirra knew he NEEDED no weapons. Magic was his weapon. He could be naked and still wipe the floor with them. All mages could, except perhaps apprentices, those who where only starting their path to Dalaran.
"You expect us to believe that! Garrosh told us your kind were cowards. Run away then, alliance coward! Unless you want Loki to eat your brains for lunch!" Sarantha snarled at the elf, baring her tusks in what she hope was a threatening gesture, and telling the spider to be ready to attack. Though she did not look the slightest bit threatening in a red bikini. Unless the elf was terrified of half naked female orcs, which he did not seem to be, sadly. Nor did he seem at all perturbed by her pet.
"Please! Let me show you, then, if you won't listen to me!" The elf closed his eyes and seemed to...shimmer a bit, then well, GROW, to an immense size. Sarantha's jaw was gaping. Llirra reached over and helped her friend close her mouth. She turned to the...the dragon. "A red dragon...what do you want with us? I thought you guys were out there trying to stop Deathwing, not spying on orcs and blood elves in bikinis!" She put her hands on her hips and gave the dragon a death glare.
Cal's tail twitched in irritation. "I'm not spying on you. I wouldn't want to anyway. Mortals have never appealed to me in that...way. The Queen of Life seeks your aid, huntress, paladin. She asked for you personally. She is my mother. I couldn't deny her wishes."
"So we're not allowed even a moment's peace? None? You and your dragon business! Take it and stick it up your-!" Llirra's retort was muffled by Sarantha's large, green hand. Sarantha bowed to the red dragon. "Forgive my friend. The last battle...it just upset her a bit is all. We were just wanting some peace. Of course we'll come with you and help the Queen of Life fight Deathwing again. I mean, we did it before, right? And we almost had his ass!" Cal sighed. They had NOT almost had his ass, but who was he to question the orc? His mother had asked for her and her friend, so Caelestrasz had to go, but things weren't looking at all promising. Dear Mother, if you can hear me at all, is there NO other way? Can we not get Thrall for this? I am not sure I can put up with these two! And I haven't even fetched the human they'll be working with. The orc shows no love for the alliance. Those two will not get along, Mother! Cal sighed when Mother did not answer or give any type of sign whatsoever.
Cal snorted a bit, small flames licking the air in front of him. "Well then, if you agree, you'd best, uhm...put on something more...ah...fit for meeting with the Queen of Life." Cal gave a slight dragon-cough, careful not to torch something in the process, and turned his head as the two women dressed. Their armor was laying nearby, apparently even while at rest they did not trust the world. That almost made Cal sad. What type of world did they live in, where no one could even sunbathe without armor nearby?
Once dressed, Llirra hissed to Sarantha. "I can't believe you told this great big bag o' dicks that we would work for him! You didn't even ask me! You're supposed to be my best friend." She gave the orc a small whack on the head. The blow barely registered, since orcs have incredibly think skin and an even thicker skull. Sarantha just shrugged. "Llirri, its better than sitting here and WAITING for the whole world to go to hell, isn't? We might as well fight it if we can, right? As long as the 'bag o dicks' as you called him, is smart enough to go to the Horde instead of the Alliance, then we can trust Mister Dragonboy."
Cal was trying very hard not to overhear them, but with his super dragon senses, this was impossible. He protested at being called bag o' dicks and Dragonboy, but didn't let his irritation show. He was more worried about what the orc had said about the Alliance. She would be in for a surprise when she saw their traveling companion, wouldn't she? That is, IF the priest agreed to come. Cal wasn't even sure he would. He had seemed rather apathetic about the whole thing, just doing what he had to do and leaving, going back to Stormwind, according to Cal's Mother, and simply sitting there or lounging around doing jack. That didn't speak of much promise in such a being, but his Mother had made it QUITE clear that she would have no one else, so it was left to Cal to convince this priest to give up his apathy for a shot at saving a world already half gone to hell. Once the females were dressed, Cal gave a loud snort to catch their attention and break up their bickering. He did not try to avoid flaming anything this time, nearly singing the blood elf's eyebrow's.
"Come then, mortals. Climb aboard Dragonboy Express." He snort-laughed. "We head next for Stormwind. Time to meet your fellow companion in this endeavour." Cal laughed again at the expression on the orc's face. It was priceless.
