"How did you tolerate this? I feel so... paltry.", Illidan grumbled, voice returned after Pyravia had given him some mana tonic infused with fel to return some of his strength. The moon still hovered above Deliverance Point, hours remained yet until the glory of the break of dawn. The Sin'dorei had shifted her lover towards the back of their tent, reclining and having Illidan rest his head on her lap, as he was still considerably weakened.
"Do you mean my holding you?", she snickered, rotating her index finger around his temple as he relaxed against her arm. He rolled his eyes at the statement, eliciting more small laughs from the Slayer. "Only partially.", he snorted, leaning into the light massaging. "I was speaking more of this inactivity."
"You aren't permitted to complain until you're in such a state for over a week.", she sneered, brushing a stray hair off of his face. Illidan did not respond, choosing only to roll his eyes and smirk. The two sat in tranquil silence, lost in each other's auras. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes as she brought her hand down to his cheek, placing her thumb on his cheekbone and curling her fingers under his jaw. His long, night elven ears were splayed on her legs, as were his wings on the floor of the tent. "Tell me something.", Pyravia suddenly murmured, rubbing his cheek bone lovingly.
He brought his own hand up to meet hers, still shaking, placing it over hers and leaning into her touch. "What happened to you, during the battle..?", she asked quietly, eyes flickering through her blindfold as his sight was shifted to the scar that spanned across her midriff. His orbs of felfire traveled up from the scar to her blindfold, his expression hardening as his gaze met hers. "Vengeance was to be claimed, I gave myself over to true power.", Illidan spat, glaring at nothing in particular. "Our vengeance will never be completed until the Dark Titan himself falls."
Pyravia seemed to ponder his statement for a time, not making a single move as the Kal'dorei untied her blindfold and allowed it to fall to the ground. "But without control, this bloodthirst and need for vengeance will be your ,-our-, downfall.", she finally spoke, eye fires blazing as she met Illidan's gaze once more. "Downfall? No, this is our ascent. This is our power and with it, I will vanquish all who would dare to stand in our way.", the Betrayer argued. "This, I can use to claim our retribution, to let the Legion know what a truly grave error they made by harming you. I use this in defense of you, dalah'surfal."
"But...", Pyravia began.
"Hush. I know your fear, and I ask you, do you truly believe I will fall?"
"When you devolve to such a state of rage and bloodlust, I cannot help but fear that you will. You had no regard for the injuries you were sustaining..."
"My injuries mean nothing, as long as you are unharmed. If you are harmed, they are for naught."
"That does nothing to dispel my fear."
"I will not fall, this I promise you, Pyravia. We vowed to follow each other to the very ends of the universe, for all eternity. I will not break such a vow. I could never dream of doing so."
Pyravia's eye fires died down and softened, a small smile stretching across her lips as she heard her lover's words.
"You trust me, do you not?"
"Of course."
"Then trust in my word, my beloved."
The Sin'dorei leaned down and warmly kissed the Betrayer, narrowly missing his horns, relishing in the roughness of his skin as one of his hands wound cupped her neck. "Kenethil'surfas.", she whispered as she pulled away, shutting her eyes in bliss as Illidan's hand traveled up into her hair. "Kenethil'surfas.", he softly declared, rubbing his thumb along the crown of her head as sunlight began to stream through the tent flaps.
Pyravia quickly raised her head, eyes alert at the sight of sunlight. "The war council...", she muttered, searching for her blindfold. Illidan silently put the pieces together,mentally preparing himself, reaching for his own bandage and attempting to stand. "Can you walk unassisted?", she asked, bringing herself to her feet after tying her blindfold. The Kal'dorei immediately grabbed on to the wall at his side, answering her question wordlessly. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead already. "I despise this.", he growled, gripping the wall tightly as Pyravia pulled his hair into its usual tail and tied on his bandage. "If I managed for over a week, you can manage for two days.", she taunted playfully, leading him from the tent, his arm draped around her shoulders. He only groaned in response.
"Ah, Slayer, there you are! We've been awaiting you and Lord Stormrage's arrival.", Khadgar exclaimed, clapping his hands together over the round war table in the Legionfall mage tower. Each order leader had a place on the table, with two represents at their side. The monk Grandmaster, the warlock Netherlord, the warrior Battlelord, the paladin Highlord, the rogue Master Assassin, the death knight Deathlord, the shaman Farseer, the High Priest, the Archmage, the Archdruid, and the Huntmaster, and now finally, the Slayer : All were present. Near Khadgar stood the Prophet Velen and Maiev Shadowsong, who immediately shot Illidan a seething, venom-laced glare.
