This is an AU version of the Sela story. I keep rereading War Crimes, spoiler alert, and all I can feel is Sylvanas' character is making some really weird and out of her usual personality changes. SO this is a little fun one shot I whipped up because I feel like it would turn Sylvanas more into the character that I am personally painting her to be. Also I've had people begging for Sela and Sylvanas, mother and daughter scenes.
WARNING! THIS DOES NOT NOR WILL IT EVER AFFECT THE MAIN STORYLINE IN THE SELA'S STORYLINE. THIS IS A ONE SHOT. Also, there's a reason that Sela cant "just be made a forsaken" BUT THAT, is for the main storyline.
Cascading down from the grim, grey heavens, rain raced for the ground in leisure, the amount of the particles equivalent to a marathon. A range, outcropping cliffs over looked the vast, dense pine tree forest below. Upon one of these particular out cropping, closer to the forest floor, sat a lone she-orc. She was kneeled down, her bare green arms not giving a care about the cold water continuously drumming upon her.
Her only concern, was with her sniper rifle.
And that filthy bitch.
The sniper's lips pulled back in a scowling smile, as a flash of purple crossed through her scope. Shifting slightly to readjust her rifle upon the stand, her trigger-finger aching for the clean shot, the orc snickered.
"Filthy bitch. Garrosh will be delighted to find out you've been dealt with once we spring him."
Shokia's only job now, was to wait for the shot.
A undead steed tore through from the shadows of the pine trees, never-tiring form it's charge as his rider spurred him to dangerous speeds.
The enraged rider, an woman clad in ebony leather pieces that comprised a ranger's uniform and encased her pearly blue skin. Pale blonde hair blew in the musty air, as her crimson eyes, blurred with tears, burned with betrayed rage.
As they ripped through the darkness, the moon offering only a small bit light in solace, a deer stood in a clearing. Without hesitating nor considering the action, the elf grabbed her bow, gifted to her by a love long since gone from her life, and fired a silver arrow straight at it's stomach.
The sharp tip burrowed itself into the thick hide of the creature, the action instantly effective as the animal gave a shriek of agony, and it's legs began to function as the poor creature attempted to flee for whatever chance it had of survival.
But the ranger did not grant it such hope, as her undead steed charged past the doe in agony, she drew a blade from her thigh, and with a swift arch of her blade, the beast's head, blood from it's veins shooting upwards and soaking her leg in it's crimson liquid that had been its life force.
An odd, small sense of satisfaction began to push away the pain in the remains of Sylvanas's heart, as she licked a bit of blood off her lip.
More.
Her conscious, whatever remained of it, cried for more blood. It's thirst for the liquid pulled stronger than any addiction.
And Sylvanas felt more than delighted to quell it.
Shrieking out into her true banshee scream, the Dark Lady charged through her forest, her arrows slicing through the air and hides of any unfortunate creature to cross her path.
The massacre ride continued until her quiver ran drive. A wolf, alive and vague blur of white trotted out the trees. But before the beast had even turned an eye toward her, the former Ranger-General had lunged from her mount, screaming all her emotions in a single battle cry.
The wolf had barely a heartbeat's notice to register what was happening, going merely on instincts, baring his fangs, as her finger dug through his fur to grip the skin. Sylvanas's momentum caused the two locked creatures to roll. The wolf gave a whimpering snarl, as his fangs attempted to find a grasp upon her blue skin. However, Sylvanas grip was strong, as she straddled the wolf's back, her cold, lean arms beginning to forcibly turn the canine's head.
The savage snarls and growls quickly devolved into whimpers and screams of increasing agony, his paws failing around in panic.
As his golden gaze met her crimson irises, he gave a final whimper of begging.
Please, stop.
The snap came before the severing, his eyes rolling in the last second of the darkest pain
"Mother?"
Sylvanas's head slowly looked over toward the voice, her crimson eyes flicking toward in a lazy manner.
Selaerosona, mounted upon her undead white quel'dorian steed, her single blue eye wide in horror. Her eyes flickered down to the wolf, her eye growing even wider, the shock crashing into agony.
Her words trembled as they rolled off her tongue, and if it were a colored smoke, Sylvanas could have sworn she saw the heart-ripping pain that escaped with the single word from the elf's pale pink lips.
"S-skoll?"
Crimson eyes flickered their gaze down to the beheaded body. Sylvanas's stomach gave a small flip, as the severed, bloody head of the beloved white wolf slipped from her finger, falling to the ground with a soft plop.
His golden eyes, forever glazed over with his last moments of agony and fear, as his death came down upon him.
Sylvanas snarled, baring her teeth like the savage beast she had slain, her damaged, metaphorical heart rejecting any pity to be given to the dead beast. She was selfishly keeping it for herself. She snapped her head back up to her daughter, eyes wide and deranged. "Go away. You'll betray me as well. Just as that filthy, human-loving traitor did."
Even as she avoided calling Vereesa by name, the implied being to her words still sent images of "Little Moon" coursing through her mind. Sylvanas, even agasint her better judgement, brazenly trusted her sister once more. Her heart, though it no longer beat to the rhythm of life, gave another echo of agony, causing Sylvanas's hand to fly to her chest, undecided if she wished to calm it or rip it from her chest.
"Mother." The voice was calm, and closer.
Sylvanas blindly stumbled away, shrieking. "Do not touch me! You blasted living creatures, with your WEAK emotions, and USELESS loyalties! None of you are WORTHY of being at my side. I can trust you all only to slit my throat! Love? LOVE? NONE OF YOU KNOW THE MEANING OF IT!"
As she screamed, a single, foreign drop of water seemly found it's place upon her cheek. Quickly, she raised a hand to rub it away, smearing the blood of the once loyal Skoll across her cheek.
A jolt of surprise raced through her.
The droplet was warm.
Her face pulled into a scowl. How she resented these emotions.
No...how she resented feeling, anything.
A delicate, pale hand gently took Sylvanas', as Selaerosona tried once more.
"Mother...please...Vereesa meant nothing~"
"Exactly. She means nothing. I offered her acceptance. I offered her love. I offered a home...And she left it all...She left me AGAIN!" Her gaze narrowed, as she smacked Sela's hand away. "Just as you will too."
The pained bewilderment instantly took over Sela's face, a tear threatening to break from her last blue eye.
"Mother...why are you saying such cruel things?"
Sylvanas sneered at her. All the living would forsake the Banshee Queen, regardless of blood ties or not.
"The truth hurts."
Just as the words left her mouth, Sylvanas saw Sela's face turn from agony to horror, as she rushed at Sylvanas in a mad dash.
The former Ranger-General braced herself instantly. So her own child would strike her down now?
She would not find it easy.
That was when the sound of a sniper rifle tickled her ears, as she was pushed out of the way.
As she felt to the ground, something warm and sticky splattered up her side.
Sylvanas whipped her head around to Selaerosona, instantly, her body was overwhelmed with horror.
Her daughter, was clutching her abdomen, attempting to stop the flow of blood that was erupting from the bullet hole. Her face, already loosing the little color it had, turned to her mother, her iris a tide of dismay.
"I'm sorry... Mother..."
Sylvanas, snapped out of her self pity and rage, stumbled to her feet, screaming the name so precious to her, as Sela's body began to slowly buckle.
"SELAEROSONA!"
Half upright, Sylvanas caught the dying girl in her arms, falling with her under Sela's weight and her own unsteady feet.
"Please...please no. I didn't mean it." Sylvanas urgently whispered, placing her hands over the wound as well. A horrible sense of dejavu passed through her like an electric shock.
The wound, though made by a different weapon, was the exact point of penetration that Frostmourne had on she herself.
There was no stopping this.
"Please, Selaeroson. I di-I didn't mean it. Please." She pleaded. "Please don't leave me alone."
Sylvanas gave out a dry, choking sob, just a cold, blood dyed hand gently took Sylvana's.
Her lips trembled into a smile, their pale pink color already gaining a frosted shade of decay.
"I-I would never...betray you...Mother..." a large tear escaped from her eye. "I waited so long...to be by your side..."
Sylvanas, though her tear ducts had long since dried, gave more dry sobs.
"I f-forbid this! I will not let you die!"
Sela coughed, a few specs of blood coming up with her whisper. "I will always love..." a small sigh escaped her lips with her last two words.
"My mother..."
As the blue eye, that had been the last reminder to Sylvanas of what she had looked like in life, faded into the darkness of death's grip, the Dark Lady hugged the limp body, sobbing, as the warm remainders of Selaerosona's life slowly faded from her corpse.
As the moon reached it's peak in the sky, and all hints of life had escaped the once sweet Princess of the Forsaken, the Banshee Queen threw back her head, her plum lips wide as her screams of misery sang through the air.
And from her crimson eyes flowed not tears.
But blood.