Disclaimer: ... Nope. Don't own WoW at all. Not even a smidge.
Side Note: Kinda related to real life, actually. I'm surprised you guys are interested, though. :)
She had long-sinced left her guild for another - Terrabull Airlines. She enjoyed, had joined with Naelyn when Ophirion chose to return to Flawless.
Yet it was hard.
Naelyn was almost always busy with the guild's main force, and she never seemed able to help. Anaeli often wound up stuck when she had to defeat a powerful beast to move on, more times than not having to run in fear of being killed.
Though perhaps she should just let the filthy creatures have at her...
"Unhand me, you disgusting creature!"
With a swipe of her blade, Anaeli pushed Alystros back. The giant bird crowed in anger, releasing the death grip it had on her left arm and flying back long enough for her to examine the deep cut it left. It charged back and she mustered up the strength to impale its side, smirking slightly at it's cry of pain.
However, she would lose...
A powerful beat of its wings sent her flying back a few feet, and Anaeli was forced to dig her swords into the ground to prevent herself from losing her footing. She was too slow, however, and found herself knocked back even farther when it beat its wings, slamming into a nearby tree. She grunted upon impact, gritting her teeth as pain pulsed through her body.
Not that it was anything compared to the pain in her heart...
She felt its claws dig into her left arm, unable to bite back the cry that ripped from her throat. Yet next second, Alystros backed off, squawking in what she recognized as pain before it dropped suddenly to the ground, motionless. Anaeli was confused, mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened until she recognized the warrior standing behind the corpse, dual-wielding two large weapons like always.
Khark...
"Please tell me you weren't actually about to die," the Orc scoffed, stepping up to her. "What happened to that attitude of yours? And I thought you were getting stronger."
"Shut up," she snapped, simply falling back into their usual routine.
"Ah, there it is... "
How easily her mood improved around the warrior. Perhaps it was because she needed the support, some kind of pillar to hold on to in order to get through this.
Truly, she was grateful that he had come...
A sharp pain ripped through her arm, causing her to hiss and instinctively hold it close. Reminded of the beating she'd received, the Death Knight took to examining herself. Obviously her armour required some repairs, and she would need to see some type of healer for her arm.
"You look like crap."
She rolled her eyes. "Your choice of words never ceases to amaze me," she replied, holding her arm close as she allowed herself to sink down to the ground. Perhaps she would stay here a while.
Khark handed her a feather, which she recognized as being from Alystros. Anaeli took it and placed it in her item bag, murmuring a soft thanks.
What she certainly did not expect was for the Orc the kneel in front, back towards her.
Blue eyes blinked once slowly.
"Who are you and where's Khark?"
"Shut up and get on."
"Where do you plan on taking me, exactly?"
"I have a healer at Wyrmrest who can help. A Druid, too."
Rolling her eyes, Anaeli reluctantly stood up again, slipping each weapon back at her waist before finding herself carried by Khark on his back. It was somewhat awkward, with the way she couldn't quite wrap both arms around him. Not to mention that she was just an inch taller, perhaps, given that most male Orcs couldn't stand up straight.
Ah, well...
"What else do you need to do?"
"Sarasthra and that Magnataur leader still need to be eliminated."
"Damn. You just don't pick easy targets... "
