Hey peoples! Just a quick little oneshot for you all! This was not meant to be a long or major chapter, just a little interaction between Wrath and Vengeance! Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!

Justice

In the peaceful darkness of Silvermoon city, behind the grand spires of the palace and the shining streets of the districts which it overlooked was a small stable, contracted of a dull shaded wood and plaster, a stark contrast to the rest of the golden city. And someone was slowly prying the entrance to the stables open.

Inside of the barn a crimson armored horse stood, stoic and silent, watching as the door to the stables creaked open, revealing a blue eyed blood elf, who quickly slipped inside of the stables, locking the door behind him before turning to the horse, strolling over to the pen which held it.

"Hey Vengeance. How're you holding up?" Wrath asked as he unlocked the gate which held his horse in it's pen, prompting the charger to plod out of the pen at her own pace. Wrath learned long ago that Vengeance was more than capable of taking care of herself, she did not need to be led around by the reins.

It always surprised others, the trust that beast and rider had. In truth Wrath really only kept reins on Vengeance for appearances sake. She always seemed to know exactly what Wrath wanted, where he wished to go. It was not dark sorcery or some sort of magic that formed the bond between them. It was merely there; no outside force culminated it. It was merely undying trust between rider and horse.

Wrath soon found himself a seat in form of a stack of hay bales, settling cross-legged on the top bale, while Vengeance made her own way over, standing next to the hay bales unmoving. However Wrath could easily see that while his steed's muscles may have been dormant, her eyes were not. Beneath the otherworldly glow that coated them, he could see Vengeance's eyes wandering around the room. "I know, it's weird isn't it? Back in Silvermoon after so long..."

Vengeance gave a small huff in response, a nearly visible gust of air shooting from her nostrils like a jet stream, causing surface of hay she was facing to suddenly become adorned with a thin sprinkling of light frost that melted away only seconds later.

"Oh yeah, I snuck you something from the food stores." Wrath suddenly said, catching the attention of his steed in but a moment, evident by her sudden attention towards the sack in her rider's grip. Watching silently as he reached into the bag, the horse was silently trilled when the blood elf held up a singular red apple that seemed to shine, even in the dimly lit atmosphere of the stables. "Your favorite!"

Wrath then held the bag out towards his steed, giving a small smile when Vengeance immediately stuck her head into the bag. The crunching of apples followed soon after.

"Seems like you're reintegrating yourself rather quickly. Missing the royal stables of Stormwind I suppose?" Wrath asked, prompting Vengeance to raise her crimson armor plated head from the sack, staring at her master with her ever glowing eyes. "What?"

A moment later Vengeance ran her rough tongue along the length of Wrath's face.

"Alright alright! Finish your dinner!" Wrath laughed, pushing the horse's snout back towards the sack. She obeyed, once again tearing into the apple stash mercilessly, all while Wrath watched, fascinated that one animal could possibly love the fruit to such a degree.

"Tell me something..." The Death Knight said after a few long yet comfortable silence between the two. Arching one knee up at an angle and propping his arm against it, he continued, gazing out of a small hole in the barn roof at the starkly night above. "Do you sometimes think that what we're doing is right?"

At the question Vengeance glanced up from her meal once more in order to stare at her rider.

"You know... That whole 'Fight for what's right' thing. I mean since we left the Scourge I've always done whatever was in my power to help-..." Wrath trailed off as his eyes trailed back down from the sky. He knew exactly what he was trying to verbally dance around. There was no use in hiding it. "...To act like Paladin I should've been while I had the chance..."

Wrath let out a sigh, gazing with evident disgust in his eyes at his gauntlet covered hand, which was clenched into a tight fist.

"But... I'm a Death Knight; should I even bother trying to act like that? Am I even suited for caring for others in such a way?" Wrath asked the question more to himself than his steed, and both knew this. Never the less it brought the knight some comfort to ask another being, even if it was just his horse. "Or was it ripped out of me by Frostmourne?"

Vengeance whinnied, stomping her feet against the dusty and dry ground of the stables, prompting Wrath to gaze over at the horse.

"Yeah, guess you don't really think about it either way huh?" Wrath chuckled, laying his hand upon Vengeance's snout, who locked eyes with the blood elf as he spoke. At this Wrath let a smile cross his face, if only a small one. "...Or maybe you just might..."

Vengeance huffed at her masters words, her eyes sparkling with the slightest hint of annoyance at the man who sat upon those large bales of hay, and said man could easily see this. "Yeah, I know. I doubt myself too much, you don't have to say it. I've been hearing it quite a lot recently."

Wrath drifted off into silence for a few minutes, savoring the calm serenity of his surroundings with his eyes clamped shut. Focusing on each breath he took, he let himself hear even the faintest of sounds that played around him.

The quiet buzzing of a hundred insects. The hushed conversations of citizens still out, despite the late hour. Even the constant soft hum of the magical energies of the constructs that patrolled the streets, constantly spouting their ridiculous propaganda.

"So I have to wonder Vengeance..." Wrath began, prying one eye open to find tht his loyal steed had not moved even an inch since he had shut his eyes. She was still standing tall, proud, and most importantly, by his side. As she always had. Even after all they had been through, both in light and darkness, rider and steed still stood strong. "What do you think of Blake?"

Vengeance nudged Wrath's arm gently with her snout, eliciting soft chuckles from the Death Knight as he lay his hand on her snout, gently stroking it. More a comforting gesture than anything, as the armor which protected Vengeance's face completely negated any sort of pleasurable fleeing the beast would have received otherwise.

"Good to know. I think she likes you too." Wrath said, continuing to gently run his hand along the length of the horse's armor covered head for a few minutes, letting the silence overtake them both once more.

After what seemed like hours of peaceful tranquility between beast and man, Wrath pulled himself to his feet, hopping off of the stack of hay bales gracefully,

"I should get going. I'll leave the rest of the apples over here okay?" Wrath said, laying the remaining down next to Vengeance, where he had been sitting before, knowing she could find her own way back into her pen. With that he made his way over to the entrance to the stables, unlocking the door and prying it open.

However just before he stepped out of the stables, Wrath stopped in his tracks, though he did not turn back to face his steed. She did not need to see his face however; she could sense the soft smile which no doubt graced his features.

"Goodnight... Justice..."