Death Knight, Zaji.
Night Elf.
I am not sure what is behind this one. Maybe I wanted to right something cute with a child? (I don't even know how she got him! Ta-ha.)
Still debating if I like it or not. What do you think?
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Zaji looked down at the child in her arms. She placed a cold finger onto his cheek, gently dragging her nail across the soft warm flesh. He shifted turning his face away from her either from her cold touch or her nail she wasn't sure. Withdrawing her hand the elf smiled and wrapped the child up better in the blanket.
"Jordin!" She called loudly.
A man opened the door to the room, looking startled. He took off his glasses and brushed his brown locks from his eyes, "Zaji?"
"I require blankets and a carrier for this child." She turned towards him cradling the baby close to her face. Her smiled widened into a grin, " And you will be his guardian when I am away on business."
"What?! Lady Zaji.. I don't think that is a wise choice." Jordin said as he started to leave the room, "You aren't exactly a living being. Wouldn't it be awk---"
Zaji silenced the man with a dark glare. "You are not here to give me advice Jordin! You are here to do my bidding. Now Blankets! We've a trip to make with this little one."
The mage looked wearily between the two. He pressed his thin lips into a line as if to swallow whatever else he was gonna say and left the room. She turned back to the child in her arms with another smile. The boy had woken during the conversation and was looking up at the elf with wide black eyes. Staring down at him Zaji realized the child had no name. Or at least one she was aware of.
"Nameless baby.. Mmm." She murmured. Giggling she brought the child to her cold lips, kissing him softly on the forehead. He squirmed at the touch and she moved her head back. "Z'orodin will be your name."
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Another little write up about the Death Knight. Decided to throw the two into the same chapter. Ho hum...
Anyways, What was Jordin doing? A note? Outlands?
What is the story with these two?
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"What do you think you are doing?"
Jordin jumped at the voice, slowly looking behind him. Zaji stood in the doorway her arms folded across her chest.
"Nothing. Just looking through some old books that were left here. From the previous owners of course..." Jordin held up one of the old leather bound books blowing some of the dust off in her direction. His other hand quickly slipped the folded note into the pages of another book. "Quite fascinating you know..."
"Leave it to a mage to find books interesting." Zaji shrugged her shoulders sarcasticly and strode over to the table.
Jordin nodded slowly and opened the book. Pretending to flip through it the man found himself staring more at Zaji than the old pages. Despite being a dead corpse risen again in undeath, the night elf had kept her beautiful curves from her life. Her form fitting armor did more to show them off then hide them under bulky plate and chainmail.
"And what are you looking at?"
Her voice caused Jordin to look up slowly to meet her two glowing orbs. "Nothing lady Zaji. Just admiring a couple things. Now if you excuse me..." Turning the mage scooped up the stack of books behind him and turned to depart.
She watched him leave before picking up a book. "Oh, Jordin..." The man stopped, "Remeber. Tomorrow we start to trip to Outlands. There is much to be done to gain in strength..."
"Of course."
The death knight heard the door click shut behind her and Zaji's lips curled in a sneer. She dropped the book back onto the table and walked over to the window. Pushing aside the green curtains she looked up at the clouded sky. It had started snowing.