I'm back! Sorry for the long delay! I was mainly on vacation! And partly because I am working on new story called The Leper King and it has been taking away by time from Dishonored. Leper is my new baby, as sad as it is to say. Either way, onward!
"Come to me, little drakelings. Come, come, come! Damned lizards..." Rorek growled, studying the forested floor as he followed the small path through the ferns. It was no doubt made by one of the siblings.
Looking around briefly, Rorek couldn't help but shake the feeling that something was stalking him, watching him. Many times he had looked behind him, but had found nothing. Occasionally he had gotten these strange feelings from time to time, feelings of being watched. It usually happened when he was around restless spirits, wandering for all eternity.
"Damn spirits." Rorek muttered, green eyes bloodshot as he looked around into the foliage of the forest, swearing he saw shadows moving about. The odd feeling caused his hackles to rise. The brief glimpses did not seem human. They seemed more like...animals.
Rorek's breathing began to increase as coughs erupted passed his lips. This was not normal. It was always human spirits or demons the Necromancer could sense. The only time Rorek could even remember that he could see or hear the spirits of animals was at the Roman Coliseum. The Coliseum itself was destroyed years ago by a massive earthquake, but Rorek could see and hear the echos of the dead. He hated Rome with every fibre of his being, and was glad Rome burned for its inhumanities.
Deciding it was nothing and choosing to ignore it, Rorek continued to follow the trail, swearing he could hear several paws hitting the ground, a few sounding wet. He completely froze as a cold sweat broke out.
"No..." Rorek muttered, the visions of his dream suddenly reappearing in his mind. The hounds, the chase, the screams...Sophia.
Worry and terror suddenly struck the man's heart as he reached for his blade, suddenly realizing that he had lost in the fight with the cursed male.
The forest suddenly became deathly quiet, and Rorek could suddenly see his breath as he glanced all around, freezing as he heard a low growl erupt from behind him.
"Oh, Christ..." Rorek muttered, slowly turning behind him and almost falling backwards as he saw a large black wolf, eyes red and fangs bared. It was a demon.
Backing up slightly, Rorek suddenly stopped himself.
"What do you want?" Rorek suddenly asked, voice calm despite his vulnerability. The wolf refused to answer, licking its maw as a second hound appeared from the bushes, flesh falling off the hound as it appeared to be a rotting corpse, watching the man.
"What do you want?" Rorek asked again, a third suddenly appearing in her peripheral vision, bones covered with slight flesh.
"Answer me, damn you." Rorek growled, the rotting corpse producing a shrill scream, as if laughing while the skeleton shook its body in an excited manner.
"May-may God damn your eternal soul-liar-liar!" Rorek froze upon hearing the bastard King's voice, swiftly turning around to find a fourth hound completely covered in a black mist, a single red eye blaring as the faint outline of a skeleton and matted fur could be seen.
"Wh...What?" Rorek asked, stunned as the shadowed wolf twitched and convulsed, as if in pain.
"May God-God damn-damn your et-eternal soul, liar!" The wolf spoke, sounding exactly like Eamon, as if it were a parrot copying a human as it made odd screeches and twitches.
"What...what are you?" Rorek asked, completely stunned. He knew he shouldn't be speaking to this creature, but he had never even encountered anything like it.
"A-Abom-i-nation...Sinner!" The odd creature spoke, using the King's voice as it continued to twitch every time it spoke, head jerking as if in pain.
"Where did you come from?" Rorek asked, the wolf taking a long pause, as if processing the question.
"Hell." The wolf spoke, the tone of voice softer, more quiet. Rorek felt his terror rise as he realized the wolf was mimicking him.
"My...my daughter? What of her? Did you..." Rorek asked, unable to finish as he stared in terror at the beast, the wolf taking even longer to answer.
"No." The wolf replied, still mimicking the man before suddenly twitching violently as Rorek breathed a sigh of relief.
"I love you, Daddy-Daddy!" Rorek froze as the wolf began mimicking Sophia.
"I lo-ve you, Da-ddy!"
"Silence! Do not torture me with her voice!" Rorek cried, the wolf becoming quiet as the man calmed down.
"Who...who are you? Answer!"
"I-I am yo-your death!" The wolf answered, now mimicking the man once more before twitching again.
"I am you!" The wolf roared, Rorek screaming as he heard Malefor's voice, the man covering his ears and closing his eyes.
"Stop it! Stop! Stop! Stop! Just STOP!" Rorek cried, opening his eyes to find himself in the same clearing, the sun shining, breath no longer visible and wolves gone. Rorek visibly shook as he looked around, the feeling of watched being long gone.
"Damn you to Hell, dragon." Rorek muttered darkly, the bags under his eyes getting worse as sweat dripped from his brow, the balmy film returning.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Rorek took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his nerves. Finding his bearings again, the man swiftly continued to find the path once more and follow the chick.
Following the path, Rorek swore that he could feel himself getting worse by the minute, his steps becoming less graceful and heavy. Eventually, the man's eyes had spotted movement amongst the foliage, Rorek trying to make himself as quiet as possible as he moved towards the rustling bushes.
Standing over the bush, Rorek stilled his breathing to focus and swiftly rammed his hand into the foliage, hearing a surprised squeak as he pulled a wyrm out by its tail.
Seraphina hissed and squirmed in the man's grasp, her small legs flailing as she managed to sink her teeth into the man's wrist, Rorek grunting in pain before roughly slamming the dragon against a tree.
"Little bitch!" Rorek growled, feeling a strange rage boil inside him as Seraphina cried in pain, Rorek now pinning her against the tree his other hand, now wrapping around the chick's neck.
Rorek licked the blood that ran down his wrist, green eyes looking at the black and red drakeling as she squirmed, eyes narrowing. Seraphina struggled from the man's grip, the chick unable to cry for help.
"What a beautiful creature you are for one made of darkness." Rorek murmured, touching the chick's scales with a gloved thumb.
"Such a pity you harbor such darkness. It is all your fault." Rorek's voice suddenly softened, barely a whisper as his eyes bore into the panicking Seraphina's.
"With your conception came by child's...with your birth came my child's death...you are the source of this nightmare. I wish to end it!" Rorek whispered harshly, covered in sweat as he briefly glanced over the wyrm.
"Trust others with care. Death's face it does wear." Rorek chuckled softly, his breath hitching as skin began to pale even worse.
"Cherish the breath you take, for your neck the varg breaks." Rorek chanted, large, black veins beginning to form from under his pale flesh, his vision beginning to darken as the black liquid began to run down his face.
"It will grind your bones. And make them its own." Seraphina began to gasp for breath as Rorek's nails ripped through his gloves, jagged and black as his eyes began to darken.
"The beast will steal your soul...as it swallows you whole." Rorek grinned, revealing black stained and jagged teeth.
Well, I hate writing creepy stuff, but I was too lazy to write Silas and Ember's problem and figured Rorek needed attention. Crazy bastard, isn't he? Well, I hope you enjoyed! If I do not update this in a while, it is most likey because I am working on Leper. And for some reason I feel like Rorek will be hated. Oh, well. Please review and thank you all for your support! :)