Into the Abyss

Meet me in Shattrath.

What the hell??? Two and a half weeks of no communication then one line? What did she think I was her courier boy? When I got my paws on her I was going to wish she had sent more, or passed out cold, either way worked for me at this point in time as I booted my Netherdrake into the air, angling for Dalaran for the portal that lead to Shattrath. The city of Mages was always a sight to behold, its rising spires floating a few miles off of the ground. However I did not take time to admire the construction, rather made my way straight for the Horde quarter so that I could get to Shatt as soon as possible. If I had been more patient and observant, I would have noticed the Tauren following me, whispering beneath his breath in what could only be mental communication. As soon as I stepped through the portal, Reauben smiled and hearthed himself behind me, going only gods knew where. As soon as I arrived in Shattrath Ali'jin stood before me in the most formal robes I could have ever seen on him, his hands behind his back.

"About time, what did you do walk to Dalaran?" he asked a bit to catlike, his eyes looking directly into my own, even though they were hidden. It always creeped me out when he did that, the man knew me far too well. "Come, I need you to put these on, your lady awaits" he added, holding out a set of black clothing. Frowning, I snatched it and stalked off to a hidden corner to change, the outfit becoming apparent.

"A tuxedo? What the hell Troll what am I going on a date?" I yelled at him, stepping out from behind the crates and glaring at him, a set of ruby hilted daggers still strapped to my waist. Truth be told I looked rather dashing, if I do say so myself, and though my hair was only put up in a simple ponytail, it worked. Wiping my face off with the towel proffed to me, I glared at the troll as he led me away, his step jaunty and a little too cheerful. Deftly I fingered the ring in my pocket I had planned to propose to Seleine with, and I wondered if this would be the good time to do it, with whatever she had planned. However as I was lead out of the city to the graveyard, I could only furrow my brows in confusion. Glaring at the Troll, and silencing myself at the look he gave me, I stood an awaited patiently, turning and standing on the spot. I could only keep my jaw from dropping as I watched her ride elegantly towards me on the most beautiful white hawkstrider I had ever seen, her lightly gloved hands holding the reins with more grace than anything I had ever seen, the noblewomen having no comparison. Looking around, I noticed people seated around me and I could only shake my head in wonder as she dismounted, her white dress half lace, half dress, her face covered in a fine veil. She made her way to me and placed her hands in mine, her mischievous grin only wider as she watched my expression go from confused to dawning realization.

"I figured it was my turn to pull a fast one on you, Malamok, will you marry me?" she asked, her eyes bright and hopeful, as if she were expecting me to say another answer.

"By the gods I really had hoped to do this a different way" I muttered softly, wrapping her in a warm embrace "Of course I'll marry you" I said loudly, my nose burying in her soft curls that fell down her back. She was stunning, her skin fairly glowed and her eyes only matched her smile. Turning towards Ali'jin she held out a flask of what I was told was the strongest ale in the land, her smile warmer as she gazed at him. That bloody double crossing son of a seal! He had told her, helped her plan this, and with a closer look in the crowd, I saw members of my Guild, my trusted comrades, my confidants, all grinning from ear to ear. They had ALL planned this, by the gods I was going to kill them later. However those thoughts didn't last long as she smiled at me once more, her white teeth giving me warmth and hope beyond what I ever thought was possible. This woman was my strength, my love, my eternity, and she was going to dedicate herself to me. It was a miracle, however large or improbable, the gods themselves were watching out for me.

"Ali'jin, if you please" she said simply, watching without a blink of hesitation as the troll downed the entire flask with a slight hic, his posture slumping as he swayed a bit on the spot. His voice carried a slight slur, his gestures a bit wild for a priest, and with a bit more foresight than I had, I felt Seleine move us away from him by a pace or two.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the bonding of Malamok and Sheleine, their union under the Shtars. We hold this sheremony in a graveyard on the bride's request, and I do believe she has a word to shay before I continue" he said a bit drunkenly, to which I looked at her patiently, her body trembling lightly as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Death, it is not something common to our kind, however with the growing war on the Lich king, death has become more pronounced around us. Each day we lose more comrades to a war few of us understand and even fewer grasp the severity of. Everyday we bury loved ones, gone from our lives forever, mourning them only when our bodies had rested enough to do so. My dearest Malamok, I want this place to symbolize that our love with transcend death and time itself, the gods be damned" she said, a few tears leaking down her face. Gently wiping the hot tear off her cheek, I could only furrow my brows in confusion, however smile when she squeezed my other hand, turning to Ali'jin and nodding.

"Sho, do you, *hic* Ma...Ma...M..the groom, take thish pretty lady as your mate forevermore?" came the drunken troll, his eyes glazed over from the booze as he gazed at me expectantly, his hands on his hips.

"I do" I said softly, looking back at my bride.

"And do you Sheleine take this Assshole to be your mate forevermore, againsht the advice of a wise troll?" came his next line, to which I could only glare at him, however the glare was cut short by the sound of her delicate voice.

"I do." Those two words nearly undid me, and I didn't even hear Ali'jin pronounce us forever bonded as I gazed into her eyes, and she into mine. Lifting her veil, I gently cupped her face in my hands and drew her into the most loving kiss I could muster, her lips soft and warm against mine. She rested her hands on my chest, her eyes closed as mine did, and for a brief moment in my life, time stopped, and nothing mattered but this sweet little vixen who had just tied herself to me. I didn't even feel the bond of magic as it wove our two souls together, only the warmth from her eyes as our lips parted and she gazed at me, a look of true love on her face. Suddenly, a white snowflake landed on her cheek, then on her hair, and soon a whole flurry surrounded us, her eyes wide as she gazed around, her shocked expression matching everyone elses. "What was that?" she muttered, the snow slowly stopping, the pulse of pure mana flowing back into her. I would never tell her it was her, merely let her think it was the gods blessing our union. However the growing desire for my bride was nearly overpowering, and I gave her the only pleading look I knew. With a smile, I felt her grab my hands and watched her close those beautiful eyes, the mana swirling around us tighter and tighter, nearly stealing my breath away until it stopped, and I opened my eyes. What I saw took my breath away, not from the sight but at the sheer distance we had traveled.

"Ho..how did we end up in Stranglethorn?" came my own choked voice, my hand bracing myself against a tree as I turned to gaze at her weaving slowly.

"I figured out how to teleport anywhere, it took me a while, but who said anything about being limited to cities?" she said softly, her grin more catlike than I could remember. I didn't give her much of a chance to continue as my lips came crashing down on hers, my hands resting lightly on her waist as I deepened the kiss, feeling her veil and gloves fall to the ground. Beneath us was an elaborate blanket and a picnic, though food was currently forgotten as I now had her in my arms again, and her sweet little body was forever bonded to mine. Her lips parted from mine to gently nibble down my neck, her tongue gently tracing patterns in my skin, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons on my coat and shirt, tossing them aside as her hands fumbled for my pants, before she finally had them undone. Her soft hands were something I would never let myself forget as they gripped my hardened shaft, her lips pressing against mine as she gently pushed me down to the blanket, my hands dragging her down with me. I went to unzip her lovely dress, however her hands stalled me, pushing them down as she leaned in close to my ear, her lips soft and her breath warm. "I didn't wear any underwear" she whispered, causing me to groan lowly, her hand stroking me softly as she peppered my face with kisses. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her arousal as she positioned my aching member at her slit, moistening it before sinking down slowly, her body stretching to fit me for a second time.

By the gods our moans must have scared off the wildlife, because the way she felt around me nearly made me lose all self control. However her hands on my chest kept me flat on the ground as she savored being filled by me again, my body aching for that delicious friction that being with her should bring. However she took her time, her thrusts slow and savory at first, as if each moment should be remembered as its own separate event. I was inclined to agree, so I merely placed my hands on her hips, letting out a low groan as she continued to take her time to make love to me, her eyes hooded. The sight would always be burned into my brain, her hands resting on my chest, her eyes half lidded as her head was tilted up, her mouth slightly parted as she took deep breaths of air, nothing but a look of pure passion and love on her face as she rode me wonderfully. Slowly though she began to pick up the pace, and I could only keep myself from rolling her over and thrusting into her, however she didn't keep me waiting for long as she rode me like the rogue I was, her breasts bouncing with each wanton thrust. With a sharp cry I felt her walls tighten around mine, her warm juices flowing freely between us, her body milking me until I could hold back no longer, and came deep inside of her. I couldn't remember the last time I had such an empty feeling in my head, it was as if she erased all thoughts in my head. Feeling her lay atop me, I fell into a content sleep with her weight a comforting blanket.

We made love several more times, ate the late picnic and slept under the stars, her warmth comforting in my arms as the night wore on. Chances were we would have to part ways come morning, and that was something I did not want. She was an addicting fire to me, warming my soul and showing my gentler side I did not know I had. However it was something that needed to be done. When morning came I found her there in regular armor, tending to a fire and cooking something...interesting. I wasn't sure if I trusted her cooking yet, however she seemed to know what she was doing, and I let her do it. Pulling on my own clothes that seemed to have magically appeared, I gently sat behind her, my chin resting on her shoulder.

"I never got to give this to you" I whispered, pulling the ruby ring out of my pocket and holding it out to her, watching her reach to a pouch at her belt and pull out a strong fel iron band, its lightly glowing metal flowing and shifting, her hand holding it out to me as she put her own ring on.

"It seems we were too occupied" she whispered with a grin, my eyes looking at the ring. As it was put on my finger, I watched it calm down and disappear completely for a second before reappearing as a simple band.

"I figured you could use something that could disappear when you needed to, and fel iron is the only metal that can" she said lightly, the ruby glinting in the firelight as she fingered it happily. With appreciation that couldn't be put into words, I merely hugged her tightly, grabbing some of the eggs she cooked and wolfing them down, surprised at the lightly flavored taste. "I have to go back to the front hun" I said softly, not wanting to leave her side but needing to.

"I know, if you ever need to find me again, just focus on the ring, and it will take me right to you" she said softly, her cheek warm against mine as she wove the portal to Dalaran. I didn't even question how she knew where I needed to go or how she knew the portal there, merely gave her cheek one last kiss and slipped through, watching her focus on the cooking rather than face the pain of looking up and seeing me leave. I wished I didn't have to, but the war called.

His departure was harder than I would ever tell him, I needed him as much as he said he needed me, and yet I could not face to watch him step back into a world that would rather kill him than return him to me safely. Pulling the eggs off the fire, I hastily scrubbed my eyes with the backs of my hands, willing the tears to stop falling, my heart to stop breaking. It had to be done, I told myself, ridiculing myself for my foolishness. Some things one cannot simply change, and it is easier to accept them and move on even if you desire the world differently. I had never been able to express my emotions very well, but if I could have I would have told him that he was my world, my heart was his to do with as he pleaded. His strength gave me resolve, and his love gave me encouragement, his mischievousness only encouraged my own, and his pains I felt in my own heart. Soon, we would be together, until then I had a camp to clean, and Netherstorm to get to. With a resigned sigh, I began breaking camp.

Four months, four months since I had seen my bride, and since she had been giving regular updates, she seemed to have become more busy, and the letters stopped coming covered in netherdust, which had me assuming she was no longer in outlands, she was in Northrend, truly dangerous territory, and I feared for her every day. Soon the letters became damp, or frozen completely, and her writing which had taken so much time to be neat, now was quick and choppy, as if she were numb while writing it. She talked of new skills learned, of trials and tribulations she was being put through, of how she really was beginning to hate having her feet wet, and how she couldn't wait to see me again. She, only a few weeks before, had begun to really open up in a way I never thought possible, in her fears and dreams, and in her desire to one day have a family. One day. I finally had time to take leave for myself, and it was time to pay my bride a visit, if even for another short stint of time. Making sure I had all of my supplies ready, I nodded to myself more than anything and focused on her, on being with her, on my love for her and the ring that was around my finger to symbolize it. The ring itself was a marvel of jewelcrafting, disappearing when I needed it to and glowing brightly when the lights were all out. How I loved her, and without fail it began to pulse and grow warmer on my finger, and the tightening of teleportation began.

How I utterly hated Stormpeaks, the blistering cold and the useless war between giants and old gods, who prayed to the old gods anymore? It had been months since I had seen my groom, and I suppose it was all for the better, seeing as how I had gotten myself into a few unescapable stints that had left me scarred. One of them was a mission to tame a dragon, or so they told me, turns out they were sending me to my death, however the charm, instead of killing me, merely used me as a portal for mana, bringing the dragon to life and bonding it to me in a fashion. It would come when I called, however only after it felt like it, finicky thing it was. The sheer use of my body as mana had whitened my skin a bit, loosing its healthy tan, and turned all of my hair white. No longer would I have the original red hair of my people, now I looked like a seasoned woman who got into a horrid scrape or two. Some things were just never meant to be that way. However right now I was killing elders, dead elders, and releasing their souls, the blizzard raging around me as if a sign that I was interfering with the gods work. Peh, what did the gods know anyways? They abandoned their people a long time ago, and left us to fend for ourselves.

Each new skill I learned turned my emotions down to a more calmable level, and with excessive use of mana my face had taken on a somewhat ageless appearance. A quick look would put me between the years of 15 and 20 years of age, however a closer look would make it almost impossible to pinpoint my age. A long time ago I would have had problems containing my temper and listening to reason, now it was as if I stood in a bubble of calm, outside emotions flitting on the outside and unimportant. I still felt them, but they did not affect me so, and it had come in useful, my spells had doubled in power since I had discovered that trick. I had been studying my own tricks with mana, and with the snow that surrounded me. If we so often produced frostbolts, why not just use the frost already here? We were surrounded by a whole bloody lot of it, I knew for certain as I had to dry my boots out every night. Stupid bloody snow.

I guess you could say the past few months had been making me bitter, and without doing of my own. While I had been on a raging war against the Lich King, he and I had been having a private battle against the wills. His sweet call to join him for limitless power was nothing but pure ambrosia, however I am amazed at my own ability to resist his call, my feet planted firmly in, well I guess the snow for now. However it seemed my beloved was hearing a call of his own, his letters of late talked of nothing but the Worgen, how they would one day be recognized as a race themselves. Pathetic scum, how could he talk of another race so greatly when his own needed him here, where I was, on the front lines. He talked of wanting to learn about them and their curse, knowing the histories of Elune and the like, and I was left reading with an empty portion in my heart. Would he abandon me and those we had grown close to for a new race of man? How could he abandon his own people?

His own people were me, both outlawed from our own home country, it seemed foolish to feel that way towards him, yet I could not contain the jealousy within my heart. It was never an emotion I was ever comfortable with, and now the distance between us had only encouraged such a petty emotion. It had occurred to me to visit him, yet the ring of his only worked with him, so that way I would not visit when he was in the middle of a battle and interrupt him. No, I had to wait patiently like the good bride for him to come to me, and it angered me, oh how it angered me to have to wait for the man I had given my heart to.With a roar I began my attack on the nearest elder, dead or not this thing was going to be the vent of my frustration.


Once the tightening was complete I looked around me, and there she was, full attack against a Hodir elder, nothing but righteous fury. She had renamed herself in the last few weeks, calling herself Valkelie for some reason or another, said it came with starting a new life and a new look. The letter itself was hard to read seeing as how her handwriting had been as shaky as the foundation of which I stood. Standing back for a few moments, I watched her wield the mana like a pro, as if she were born doing it, her eyes blazing in fury. I prayed that one day she would never look at me that way, for it would be my death I was sure. However as I watched the only word that could come to my mind was, wow, what the hell did she learn? Instead of creating frostbolts out of thin air, she was weilding the snow around her as a deadly weapon, forcing it to compact into a projectile of pure ice, saving her mana consumption and using her surroundings to her advantage. Her hood was up sadly, so I couldn't see much else of her, however when the Hodir elder fell and the horn was blown, she turned towards me as if, once again, she knew I was there.

"Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to come over here and give me a kiss" came her sweet seductive voice, and I found myself heading towards her before I had even given my legs the command to do so. Having her in my arms was like the missing half of me was complete again, and I could finally breath a sigh of relief. With a smile and a gentle laugh, I gave her nose a nuzzle. "Come, lets get out of the storm and into something a bit warmer" she said softly, winking roguishly at me as she ported both of us to the inn at the horde quarter of Dalaran. Settling into a bed with a sigh, I watched her quietly as she pulled off her scarf and gloves, her hood falling to reveal her snowy hair.

"By the gods, are you alright? What happened?" I asked, leaping to my feet to gently run my fingers through her once red hair. However the look in her eye told me not to push the issue, and I was content with that for the time being just letting it slide, my own outer armor falling off in the process. However it was time to stop avoiding it, and I took a closer look, hoping to see a sign of her skill or not, only to find the purple ribbon of Magistrate Masters holding her hair. Sneaky vixen, hiding her skill like that, but I could not hold my pride any longer, my arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her against me. "Congratulations my Mage, I am happy for you" I whispered, my hair falling down out of its leather hold. When she turned around and gazed at me with warm eyes, I knew that we would only battle together, side by side, instead of these miles apart. She was going to be my other half, my woman, my fighting side, and I was going to be her protector, her lover, her husband and her wingman.