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Chapter 1 of this story was first posted as a fill for the July 2012 session of the areyougame community on Dreamwidth.

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Whelped, and Then Some, part 2

by silverr

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"You've got it wrong!" Leeroy pleaded. "I didn't kill any dragons! I'm a healer! I just ran around hatching the eggs! For fun!"

Nalice narrowed her eyes. "You dare lie to me? Do you not know that each dragon's soul is connected? I felt each life that you snuffed out!"

"I had nothing to do with it!" Leeroy said. "Maybe the others did that after they kicked me out!" From the corner of his eye he could see the whelps swarming above him, a dark, impatient cloud of death waiting for Nalice's signal.

"Kicked you out?" she asked.

"Everyone was really mad that the whelps killed us," Leroy said. "They called me a loser and stupid as hell." He sighed. "And after that they hardly ever invited me."

Nalice folded her arms. "Invited you to what?"

"Uh …" Leeroy was pretty sure that telling Nalice that he and his friends went out regularly to kill things wouldn't go over so well unless he stressed the non-dragon killing. "To go out and fight the Burning Legion. Or the Scourge. Or, uh, Titan constructs."

Nalice narrowed her eyes, then smiled at him. "So the heroes leave you behind, do they? Who are they fighting now?"

"I don't know." Leeroy decided that he preferred Stern Nalice to Friendly Nalice. Friendly Nalice was even scarier.

"Are you sure?" Nalice bent down and did something that … well, no one had ever done anything like that to Leeroy, ever. Not even in his dreams.

"Firelands?" he offered, when he could talk again.

"So they're attacking Ragnaros?" Nalice asked. "Who else? Twilights?" She pressed harder, making Leeroy squirm and whimper. "The Blackwyrm cult? Nefarian? Deathwing?"

"I don't know!" Leeroy's eyes were wide with terror, and more than a bit of astonished lust. No cheerful redhead had ever given him such a combination of unexpected sensations.

"I will let you live," Nalice said, dispersing the whelps, "for now. You will arrange for us to be invited to these groups you spoke of."

"Why?"

"We will ensure that they fail."

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So be wary, adventurers of Azeroth. Should you find yourself in a group suffering inexplicable difficulties, scrutinize your comrades carefully. If there be an arcane mage with ebon hair and pale skin, and a holy paladin with dark skin and a snowy beard, there's a point-eight-bar-three chance they're Nalice and Leeroy.

And if they are, you might want to discreetly drop group.

Just sayin.'

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~ The End ~

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Author's notes here.

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(05) 29 Dec 2012