The Romancer Onyxbane: the story of a male Night Elf with perhaps, one too many women in his life.
Episode 2:
"Goodnight, Onyxbane." Priestess Feathershine pulled a long lock of emerald hair from over her shining eyes and yawned. Onyxbane wasn't in the mood but he managed a smile at the beautiful priestess.
How old was she exactly? For Night Elves, it really didn't matter. Priestess Feathershine had been the most beautiful woman Onyxbane had ever seen, since he was a little boy recovering from the devastation in Felwood. Now he was a grown man, a warrior, and he knew full well that his little crush on her was because he had recently lost his mother, and the kind womanly face, the gentle hugs, the kimchee she made special for him, impressed on him a vision of what the perfect Night Elf woman should be: beautiful, kind, strong and useful in the face of danger, loving. It was a perception of women Onyxbane had come to honor and respect. And, back when people lived forever and were young forever, it was only natural to find the aging priestess as beautiful as the day he first saw her. They'd all lost Elune's gift, the capacity to live forever and ever, but even so, some of the most entrancing people, it seemed, had resisted aging. His breath still caught in his throat when she entered a room.
Onyxbane looked from the woman he admired to the woman he loved. A rogue with much darker features, blue skin and dark green hair, as dark as night ivy. He didn't trust her any more. He didn't think she was kind, he found her a cheat and a coward, and he knew for a fact that she couldn't cook and never lifted her finger to do any kind of work a day in her life, except for scamming his big sister and his good human friend Willypearl.
"Good night priestess," Onyxbane smiled and nodded to his old friend. Priestess Feathershine relaxed in her chair, and the old ship creaked as it ploughed through the calm waves of mid-ocean. It was one of many long nights ahead of them as they all made their way to the lands of the dwarves.
"Remind me again why we aren't taking the tram from Stormwind to Ironforge? It's a lot faster, Priestess." That was his love talking. Why did he still have feelings for Wisthera after all she'd put them through?
"I don't believe it. I just can't believe that a coach could be driven by a motor and then set on tracks to travel under the ground, and a lake at that? Not possible."
"You mean, you don't think it's safe." Wisthera pouted. Onyxbane tried not to think of how sexy she was when she did that. "This is taking too long, you know. We have someone important to find."
"Yes. And I have to say I disagree with your ruling, Priestess. How are you innocent, Wisthera? Just how are you blameless for pushing my sister over the edge, causing her to take out a few Stormwind guards before running off?" Onyxbane accused the young rogue. Wisthera bit her lip and would not meet his glowing yellow eyes.
"Now, that's enough young ones. Onyxbane, please go to bed. It's important that we all keep to the diurnal cycle of our allies during this mission. And, as I've said many times before Onyx, Wisthera is here on punishment. It is her duty to set things right, after swindling the human Willypearl and your sister Opalbane." Then Priestess Feathershine looked at darkly beautiful Wisthera critically. "This is one of many punishments for your crime, isn't it?"
"Yes, priestess." Wisthera pouted again.
Onyxbane couldn't stand to look at his ex love, just then, mostly because her show of guilt was so attractive. He hated her, he knew he did deep inside… somewhere. He just needed to find it.
"Don't worry, we'll find your sister Onyxbane. None of us at the Temple of Elune could ever stand for her to be lost. You know we love you both as if we were all your mothers." Priestess Feathershine tried to console the tall warrior.
Onyxbane had braided, white hair, and pale skin that had a shadowy sheen to it. Against his snowy long hair, his skin was definitely dark, but not so much that his name was fitting.
Onyxbane, always a gentleman, managed a half-hearted, "Ladies," and a bow, then left the room.
Wisthera waited until the sound of his footfalls in the creaking hull of the ship faded and then asked the priestess, "Do you really think he'll come around? Do you think he believes us?"
"Dear girl, who is lying? Certainly not me. I personally, don't think you're worth of my Onyxbane. Besides, I warned you at your trial that Elune can only bless two people so far. You must help us bring his sister back to Stormwind to face justice and clear her name. That is the only chance you have at gaining his forgiveness, or any of our own. Now, as for these reports—"
"But I just can't stand it! I never imagined that I would be so uncomfortable with someone hating me."
"Wisthera. I have a very hard time believing that this is the first time someone was upset with you. But, if this is your first time dealing with it, I pray to Elune that you are spared nothing in the way of feeling the full brunt of how you hurt people."
Wisthera frowned at Priestess Feathershine, who raised her bright green eyebrows at her. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to go over these reports with you again. I don't care who he almost gave his wreath to, but I've known him his whole life, and he's mine to watch over, so he gets to sleep now. But you are in my custody, and you sleep when I tell you. Now, here, read this and tell me what you think."
Reluctantly, Wisthera bent to read the reports the Stormwind authorities had given to the high priestess to help with their mission. But her mind always wandered, always from the lantern dark of the room to the blue pearlescent skin of Onyxbane. The fierce warrior whom she'd fallen for, come to love at exactly the wrong moment in her life.