Outland

Some of you may notice a similarity with another scene of mine. That's completely intentional. I won't keep you though, enjoy!

"So we're in agreement on breaking that one elf's fingers when we get back, right?"

"Mhm."

Varimas let out a sigh of annoyance as he watched as Valethria repositioned herself behind the large slab of soot colored stone, her now green eyes glowing faintly in the gloomy haze of Shadowmoon's atmosphere.

He hated that color in her eyes. Every time he saw it he wanted nothing more than to berate himself over and over again.

She hadn't been like the other elves. She had resolved to stay away from the demonic energies that had been promised to them. Varimas however felt them too good to pass up, and due to the two of them being nearly inseparable Valethria was inevitably imbued with enough Fel energies to shift her eyes to the same sickly green as the majority of their people.

"You know we're gonna have to go out there eventually..."

"I know!... I'm just... Assessing our situation." He finally spoke, tearing himself away from his self loathing train of thought. There would be plenty of time for such behavior later, for now he had to be alert and ready for a fight.

And a fight certainly seemed imminent.

The two elves had been hiding behind the formation of degraded stone watching with perverse fascination as a large onyx skinned Netherdrake feebly fought against three fel orcs attempting to tie it down.

"You've been assessing the situation for nearly half an hour! What else is there to assess?!..." Valethria hissed, glancing over at her partner.

"Well if you're such a genius then you tell me how we're supposed to deal with this!..." He shot back, giving the other blonde haired elf a deadpan stare.

"Easy. Make big ugly red guys go boom."

"Oh well why didn't I think of that." Varimas sighed. There were days he was convinced half of her motivation for joining the Horde's whole excursion into the Outlands was just so she could make things blow up in spectacular fashion with no lasting consequence.

"Because I'm the brains, remember Partner?" Valethria roughly patted Varimas on the shoulder, giving a goofy grin. "You're the... You! You're the you!..."

"Oh, that instills me with a load of confidence."

"Look, I'm thinking I may have an idea."

"Oh?"

"Instead of killing everyone and just turning the dragons head in for a reward... Maybe we can somehow get those dragons on our side, because if we do then we'll have a serious advantage in this whole conflict." She explained as her fingertips danced with small sparks as she prepared to launch a fireball towards the orcs.

"Yes, that's true, I'll admit... But how do you know it won't just turn on us the moment it's free?" The male elf asked with clear skepticism in his tone, only receiving a small dismissive shrug in return.

"I don't."

"Well then-... Hey! Vale!"

"Too late!"

The sound of the impact from the massive ball of magma that sailed from Valethria's hiding spot against one of the Orc's sides would have been almost humorous had Varimas not witnessed the aftermath as well.

The nearest Orc squealed like a terrified pig as his skin began to melt away from his side, the charred flesh dropping to the burnt sand in large chunks as he desperately attempted to soothe the unbearable burning sensation traveling throughout his body.

However, before he could take another step, the Orc's screaming was silenced as a second ball of magma slammed against his head, leaving only a stump in a matter of moments.

The second Orc barely had time to draw his sword from its scabbard before he exploded in a shower of crimson mist as a ball of demonic energy tore through his body, his limbs flying in every direction, leaving only a large bloody streak where the Orc once stood.

The dragon immediately took notice of the two new arrivals and began to thrash against the final Orc with renewed vigor.

The Orc of course attempted to fight back, giving the Netherdrake a solid punch in the jaw, a mistake he paid for almost immediately. As soon as the Orc attempted to pull back his fist he realized that it wouldn't budge. When he glanced down at his arm he found his hand had disappeared into the dragon's mouth.

A pained scream echoed throughout the valley as the Orc finally pulled away from the dragon's maw, his lower arm no longer present. He could only scream as he stared down at the bloody stump where his hand had once been for only a moment before he met the same fate as his first ally, the magma from another of Valethria's spells silencing him forever.

Once both Valethria and Varimas took a few moments to scan the remaining area for any other Orcs that they may have missed the two elves finally began to tentatively approach the dragon.

The Netherdrake only stared warily at the two, taking particular interest in Valethria who sauntered right up to its face with a smile.

Once she had approached the Netherdrake tensed up the muscles in its neck as it watched as Valethria began casting a spell, rotating her hands in a spherical motion as the arcane energies began to take form. Eventually the magical aura surrounding the conjured object began to fade away, revealing a small package of food in its place.

Varimas watched open mouthed as the large dragon began sniffing at the food in curiosity, taking a moment to glance up in suspicion before warily taking the food from the Blood Elf's hand, this time not removing it like it had done to the Orc's.

As the Netherdrake ate, Valethria reached over and began to pet its snout tenderly, giving a soft laugh, "I think I'll call you... Onyxien."

Varimas let out an almost inaudible sigh as he counted out the contents of a small pouch of gold, while another elf with a mask covered face flanked his side, watching with feigned interest as the Warlock counted out his reward.

"Sorry about the pay, but I can't give'ya the full reward without the dragon's head as well." The masked elf said as Varimas deposited the last golden coin into the pouch, tying the burlap baggy to his belt with a small shrug.

"I understand. It...it was probably too large to lug all the way back here regardless."

"Say, where's the cute one that was with you?" The masked elf asked as he glanced around the courtyard of the dimly lit spire that overlooked the elves, scanning the small congregation of Sin'Dorei in search of the Warlock's partner.

"Oh, Vale? She's uh-..."

Varimas' excuse suddenly found itself dying upon the tip of his tongue as the two elves heard a loud whoop of excitement along with various gasps and statements of disbelief from the other Blood Elves as seemingly everyone directed their attention to the forever dark Outland skies.

More specifically every pair of Fel Green eyes were drawn to the sight of Valethria swooping around on a large onyx Netherdrake that preformed a series of aerial acrobatics, spinning and twisting in the air as the elf upon his back whooped and hollered in excitement.

"That's... I..." The masked elf sputtered before shooting a glare in Varimas' direction. "I thought you said you killed the dragon!"

"I said we killed the Orcs. I said nothing about killing the dragon, I just said its head would've been heavy."

"So instead of killing it you decided to Tame it?!"

"Hey, just be glad she's up there." Varimas chuckled as he and the masked elf watched the Netherdrake preform another stunt in the air, Valethria throwing fireballs in various directions as they spun, "She wanted to snap your fingers."

The masked elf was gone before Varimas could count to ten.