War of the Greys: Aegwynn's Vengeance [Open RP]

[creedhunter]

Gimain watched as the Death Knight dropped to the ground, this is it we can finally be rid of this monster.
Gimain slowly walked up to the Death Knight but still alert as he wasn't sure what she can still do. As he approached the Death Knight Gimain kicked her swords out of arms reach, now u won't be hurting anyone now.

[Mengucekli]

(( Both PK and Mexy seems awol ))

[Tichrom]

(( I was planning to give them till this weekend. After that... ))

[Darced]

((Yeah, if you guys have stuff to do don't worry about the RP. Things are pretty slow these days; we can always pick up later. Don't feel overly obligated to continue, but I am glad you guys are still checking up. I'll be waiting to, in the shadows....doing emberweaving....stuff.... ))

[Mengucekli]

(( Please listen to this while reading https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ga8KbMcUfm8 ))

Ralof slowly walked towards the bloodied female, while reloading his gun. He had his other gun sheated on his belt. He walked slowly, without looking at her. He kept his focus on his gun, putting bullets one by one to 7 chambers.. He passed by the ironclad dwarven warrior, who stood on watch near their defeated adversary..

He stopped right before the bended, broken body. She was bleeding, to death obviously.. He was delighted to see his last few granedes do their job well. How strange the fortune worked.. She was killing them one by one mere minutes ago, now she was bent over, awaiting her fate at their hands.. A fate that was totally theirs to decide. Ralof, gun in his hand, raised his head and looked around to others: The unfortunate group of people that had to face impossible odds. He looked at them one by one, right in the eye: He saw pain and agony, tiredness and sadness all over their faces. Yet victory shined in their eyes, as they earned it with a hard fight and many loses. He looked at the pool of blood that seeped from the body of troll shaman. He looked at the night elven druid, who was severely injured moments ago by her hands and her blades.. He looked each and every one of them. They seemed to be confused as of what to do now. Now that the fight was over, and her fate was at their hands, they seemed uncertain. He caugth the glimpse of mercy in the eyes of tauren hunter, and the mage. It was about time they would have started talking about honor, valor and compassion, about showing mercy to the enemy that has fallen before their blade.. That about forgetting what she had done and who she sided with.. That they fought together earlier and she sacrificed herself over something or someone.. Or maybe that she was mistaken or seduced to the temptations of the Dark Titan and should be forgiven.. That the honor compels honest men to grant mercy for their defeated adversary..

A faint, blurry vision of her golden hair crossed Ralof's mind for a moment..

BANG!

The disturbing sound echoed through the air atop the tower. A thick smoke emaneted from the barrel of Ralof's pistol. He looked at the shocked faces of his comrades, with an emotionless, expressionless face of his own. He raised his gun and blowed the smoke away from the barrel, with a cold manner, then placed it to its holster. He had shot her right through her head, right between the two horrified eyes. Blood had splattered all over his boots, which he did not care. He moved away from the lifeless corpse of Neyira, without uttering a single word. He had none to spare. He had enough of this already. "I'm going to check my flyer, hopefully i can fix it up again." he said while tieing a rope to a column to climb down the tower where his flying machine crashed.

(( Sorry but i'm done waiting. Let's move this forward, shall we? ))

[Darced]

Arinite nodded as the shot's ring died. And that was only the beginning. She turned towards the south and spotted the Forsaken and Alliance fleets taking off. They were finished with their fight and were going to aid in securing the temple. "What now?" Arinite asked, "We have the temple, but for what?" She paused as she now faced her fellow Azeronians. "She was probably the least of our worries. We have no clue how to proceed; we need information and fast." Arinite cups her chin with her hand in thought and paid the question in her head. "We should try to find the dragonflights. They wouldn't have left if something weren't amiss, this is their most sacred place."

"Yes, that it is..."

The strange voice gave Arinite and the party chills down their spines. It rang deep, almost as if driven by an other-worldly force, like the void. The mage shivered as the cold arctic air that she had grown accustom to had returned to their first encounter, a harsh greeting that made her very skin scream. Her bones felt brittle, almost as if they would shatter at any slight motion. She turned despite the fear and saw the silhouette of a tall figure, a man. He wore broken armor that looked as if it was drenched in molten fire and made of native rock. His skin looked like stone, but pulsed with glowing cracks across his bare chest. To her horror, she focused on his face, the face of the Lich King.

"Do not be afraid friends. I come with help as I did in Lordaeron." The Lich King's eyes glowed with an ambient amber light that pierced the slowly enveloping mist around the terrace. The fields to the north became black as Nerubians and undead marched south towards the temple; the Scourge was on the move and in massive numbers.

"We Scourge don't yield so easily either. Let us work together to bring another dawn to this world of ours." The Lich King awaited a response from the party. Ironic, the dead ushering in the dawn.

((And you guys said I don't do cool stuff. --and yay, Skyrim music! It worked well, while I was reading.))

[xensorlol]

((Heyyy, I'm so sorry haha. I have been so bus with work and school that I totally forgot about the RP ;o. I don't even know where I am at this point with Alex and Lethean lol.))

[Darced]

((Lethean was in the fight against Neyira, and now she's dead. You could have a bit of a revelation on how her life went or mourn, whatever you think would fit Lethean. Now, the party of adventurers stares into the crown of the new Lich King and will soon embark onto the final battle, between Azeroth and Sargeras. So, jump back if you'd like; we know you're busy and all.))

[dangelo37]

Ralof shot off the killing blow everyone had been reluctant to do. It had to be done though. She was a twisted version of her old self, completely consumed by the Fel energies that Sargeras had infused her with. She was nothing more than a puppet that was used like a weapon. It was a service to her to end her misery. He nodded in Ralof's direction as he walked away... It was a tough battle. We need to rest a little... she was only the beginning of what was in store for their battle weary group.

Gar began searching the grounds recovering his arrows when he looked up and saw the Lich King. Here to help? A new dawn? His mind flashed to the Death Knights in the group and they were kneeling in respect of their leader. Gar stood tall "We still have to defeat Sargeras himself. I'm sure Neyira is not the only strong lieutenant the fallen titan has waiting for us. I am glad for any help you are willing to give Lich King." Gar spoke calmly and with not a single stutter but his mind was racing and there was a definite amount of fear in his heart.

To the south, a zeppelin made it's way in haste towards Wyrmrest being flown by Goblins...


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Oliver departed the Undercity with a group of Forsaken Death Guards as an escort. The Sergeant (recently promoted to Captain) who had proven his worth many times over stood close to his side. They had left Arathi and Ralof on... uneasy terms in order to catch up with the expedition to Northrend. The two were only in Undercity for a couple days but there was business that had to be taken care of. The Alchemist was once again a trusted member of the Horde and more importantly of The Dark Lady.

They boarded the fastest zeppelin the Horde Goblins could find and made great time to the home of the dragons. Oliver had been to Dragonblight before but something made his exposed bones chill more than he remembered. Their was a presence here that he did not remember being so evident before. As the zeplin approached the Wyrmrest Temple, Oliver noticed the legion of undead and Nerubians waiting just outside. As his eyes followed the line of undead soldiers he came to the top of the temple where he finally saw it...

Oliver saw first the plate helmet so indicative of the Lich King. He had both a fiery and icy aura which intimidated the alchemist. He knew though that he was here on the side of Azeroth. He had sent his forces to try to stop Sargeras before it got out of hand but it had been too late. The zeppelin lowered to let him off and Oliver took a quick inventory of the adventurers that had already gathered only recognizing a small handful.

He quickly scribbled some notes into his journal accounting for those he did not know until he eventually saw the three Death Knights. Lethean who had terrorized his comrades before and Ian who had become nothing more than a pet. A twisted form of Neyira lay still and even more lifeless than usual on the ground with a hole in her head. Oliver quickly surmised that she had been taken control of and that Lethean and Ian were persuaded by Bolvar to join the group. In his mind, Oliver only thought of one thing though. Is HE here too?

Clearing his throat Oliver announced, "Sorry I'm late. I had some business to take care of back home. My name is Oliver and I'm here to assist. Erm... Did I miss anything?" The Death Guard Captain let out a slight laugh as his soldiers came off the ship and lined up in formation. He turned towards Arinite and said, "This ship is to be used at your discretion mage. The Dark Lady sends he regards."

Gar welcomed the Alchemist and brought him up to speed. He never fully trusted the Forsaken but they were both Horde and needed to stay close. "The provisions and medical supplies will help us greatly. Come Darkpaw. There is still work to be done." The two trotted off and began administering rations to the group.

((Oliver is here! I was waiting for a nice break to return him into the sequel. For those who have not read the previous chapter, take a look at Oliver's profile to get a better understanding of him. ))

[creedhunter]

Gimain watched as Ralof finished her off with a bang. " While now that she's taken care of we can attend to more important things."
Gimain looked back and heard a voice nothing like he has heard ever before, it was the Lich King, Hmm we sure could of used a hand earlier on, but better later than nothing. Gimain saw in the distance Zepplins approaching with what looking like a forsaken army, Hmm this day just keeps getting more interesting.

He saw a forsaken that stood out from the rest, as they landed he ordered them off, hmmm he must be in charge of the forsaken by the looks of it." Hunter tell me do we have any ale? "

((Guys i just wana know what's with the different colour writing?))

[Darced]

((In was expecting a bigger response to the Lich King's arrival, oh well. And the different colored writing is just to keep track of who's who. Mages, light blue, hunters green, etc. You don't have to use it, just easier for some people to read.))

[Tichrom]

Tichrom eyed the Lich King distastefully. He could handle working with the Death Knights, but this? This was too much. Unfortunately, it looked to him like he had no choice. He would not go quietly, though.

"In case you haven't noticed, we can handle ourselves well enough." He spat. "We don't need your help, but you're welcome to come along for the trip. Just stay out of my way, and there should be no problems between us." Turning sharply without waiting for a response, the druid stormed over to where the newly arrived Forsaken had come with provisions, leaving the other members of the group to clean up the aftermath.

(( Original LK was a creation of the Burning Legion, and as such Tichrom has a burning hatred for him, explaining his uncharacteristic outburst. ))

[dangelo37]

((Oh Gar is scared of LK to be sure. He knows the destructive power he can dish out. Gar is trying to hold onto his pride but there is definitely an inner monologue going on within his mind of how best to stay away from bad side))

[Mengucekli]

His eyes widened and his heart began to beat insanely, as Ralof met Lich King's cold gaze. A very strong feeling shook him all over. He was standing at the edge of the platform, a rope in the hand, staring down at the legions of undead. He tried to stop the shaking but it just got worse. "How?!" he tried to cry out but only a whisper could be heard. "How is this possible?!" he mumbled, then he managed to shake the overwhelming feeling partially. "They told us that he was dead.. Killed by Tirion, with Ashbringer.. How is-" he murmured to himself then suddenly he realised: That was not Arthas Menethil who was standing before them. That body was not his, at least.. Those molten marks, badly burned down body, and that orange hue.. It was the Lich King, but not the Lich King they knew from before..

Ralof let out a manical laughter as the leader of the Scourge stated his intentions. He abruptly stopped his laughter and shouted "FUCK YOU! FUCK!.. YOU!". He was as nervous as he ever can be, and little bubbles sprouted out of his mouth as he shouted furiously. "To the hell with you and your minions! Undead ARE Sargeras' creation, how can you expect us to trust you? And you say you HELPED us at Lordaeron? Fuck you!" he erupted like a volcano. He took deep breaths as his heart was beating a lot faster than normal, and his chest felt tightening. He eyed the others of the group, they seemed to be content with the unexpected help, save the druid. "I will NEVER join up with the Scourge. NEVER. EVER." said as he tightened up his rope, then he added "Do not stand between demons and my barrels. I will not stay my hand for your ill kin.". Right before he started climbing down, he saw the goblin zeppeling rotating towards their platform, and he saw a very familiar face disembark. I can hardly stand his presence..

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As the tauren hunter and forsaken troopers began deploying supplies from the zeppelin, a tired yawn was heard from inside. Hanging deck of the zeppelin lost its balance momentarily and leaned towards the platform. An enormous figure was standing at the gunwale. He jumped down on the platform and flexed his muscles. That was no other than Jang'fon, a dark troll berserker, the last remaining member of the Shadowtooth clan. He looked around with his pale yellow eyes and examined the adventurers. Night elven druid caught his interest particularly, and he greeted him with a broken but well understandable darnassian "Ishnu-alah Shan'do, tor ilisar'thera'nal." (Good fortune to you master, let our enemies beware.). He looked around and saw the questioning eyes of others. He raised his hand in a greeting gesture and said "I be Jang. 'ere to break dem demon skulls.". He turned back and saw the body of troll shaman lying dead. He went over there and crouched. Putting his finger tips inside the cold and thickening blood of the fallen hero, he said "Revenge will be ours, brudda." with a bitter tone. He painted two lines of blood on his own face and closed Wishdoctor's eyes gently. He rose up and flexed his body again.. "Whatcha wammi kill?"

(( It was time Jangy set out to some adventure. And what better chance to exact revenge for our little friend, then to battle a titan himself? His bio is in my sig. ))

[xensorlol]

((Mexy has returned!! Let's get this moving along, shall we? ))

A while after Neyira's death, Lethean sat alone, secluded from his death knights. They wandered about, packing supplies and minding their business, but every once in a while Lethean could feel their gazes on him.
He did not know how to react to her death. For a long time since they'd been turned, Neyira had been Lethean's closest friend - his only friend. Everything since the showdown at Light's Hope, they'd faced together. Never once had they been separated or turned against one another... until Darced. In some ways, though the Scourgelord served the deceased lich, he resented Darced for what had happened. The lich had torn apart a friendship between both death knights that could not have possibly been repaired. Lethean's reasons for re-joining the Scourge willingly were his own, but deep within he'd secretly hoped Neyira would follow him, somehow. When they'd met again in the Plaguelands he was disappointed, but he knew what he had to do and did not hesitate in doing so, but to discover she'd joined Sargeras...
Lethean shook his head, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward further to stare at the ground beneath his feet, and was startled when a deep voice pierced his thoughts, "She is dead. Though even I will attest to her heart and soul, which she still somehow possessed. Tell me; how close were you two, if you don't mind me asking?"
Lethean looked up and saw the worgen rogue from before, still transformed with those dark, glowing orange eyes that seemed to penetrate the death knight inside and out. "She may have been a good person, but she turned just as I did. She joined Sargeras, the one we all, even the Scourge, fight together to bring down. Regardless of who she was before, that choice changed her into an entirely different person. In answer to your question, we were merely good friends... We'd been fighting together since the battle at Light's Hope, years back." He paused to cock an eyebrow at the rogue. "Pardon me for asking, but what is your name again?"
"Alex," the worgen replied, giving the death knight a lop-sided grin and flashing off numerous fangs, all large and razor-sharp. "Don't have to tell me yours; I think that's been made quite obvious in light of what's happened in the past little while."
Lethean's gaze dropped to the ground as he rolled his eyes. "Don't feel too special. You're lucky to be alive; if it weren't for the fact that we're all fighting as one to stop Sargeras, the Scourge would have decimated you all already."
Alex chuckled, but his expression mirrored hate and resentment. "You can think of what could of happened, but you can't change what has happened. There are more important things to worry about right now than your little conquest for power."
Lethean snorted. "Power? I have that in abundance, ignorant little bastard. My goal is to reshape this world, just as Arthas Menethil hoped to do in the past. The only difference is that, this time, we're going to succeed where he failed." With that he stood, turned and began walking towards his death knights, whom were all grouped, mounted and ready. He could feel the Lich King's presence nearby, and his spirits lifted. The horn that dangled at the Scourgelord's waist seemed to be calling for attention. Lethean reached for it and held it to his lips. He took a breath and blew into the horn, and startled many as the eerie noise howled through the air. His death knights straightened and roared. Lethean turned to grin at Alex one last time, but saw the rogue had vanished. His smile dissipated into a scowl as he returned the horn to where it belonged, then called for his own deathcharger, Bloodmist. He mounted and faced his soldiers, and was delighted to see they all brandished their runeweapons in preparation for the coming battle.
"Death knights of the Scourge!" he cried, gaining their attention. "The Lich King is with us now! 'Tis time we bring the fight to Sargeras himself, thus ending this pathetic war! Once this is done, we will be able to return our attention to our true purpose of existence... to bring Azeroth to its knees!" They all roared, and Lethean's own voice was added to theirs: "By the might of the Lich King!" The Scourgelord was fully aware of the Nerubians the Lich King had called forth, and his lips curled into a fierce smile.

[Darced]

Bolvar Fordragon wished dearly to feel terror once more. He remembered it had existed once; he fought to relieve his people of it. He had heroes who've done the same, his king Varian Wyrnn, Anduin Lothar, Terenas Menethil. He watched from the terrace of the dragon queen and watched as his armies and that of mortal beings flooded the skies and swallowed the land. Never before had he seen such a fearful moment that he would take Arthas' place as the Lich King and vouch to change the world. He commanded legions of his former brethren who's souls plead to him from the beyond to free them from their prisons. While he walks in the waking hours his mind is filled with tortured screams and moans of agony, pleading for salvation as if he were the Light itself. He gripped his hands into a fist, but felt no anger. He stood in the wind, but felt no chill. He watched the armies of broken souls and felt no remorse. He was unable to, but he did know one thing. If he would feel, if he could see as mortal see, regain his sight, then he would know that this gathering was right. He would know that summoning his lich would be the right thing to do, that beckoning the dragonqueen and the other broods to Icecrown was true in intention. That his beloved Stormwind would one day be lush and green and free of war, as it once was.

But a voice cried above the rest. In his mind, the Lich King felt an ominous darkness inherent in the position of his title. Frostmourne hungers... The blade would be reforged, but not in the form of a sword alone. He stared past the arctic winds to the sight of a dragon's grave. The bones stood tall, defiant against the temple. Bolvar now understood why Arthas was so keen on taking the Dragonblight. Galakrond, the father of dragons. The bones of the ancient Proto-dragon yearned with hunger after many thousands of years, but the Lich King would have none of it. The Aspects waited him there, once the pacts were formed.

He turned towards the adventurers and the Forsaken zeppelin. The captain approached him, clearly afraid, but determined. "Lich King, I've been ordered to assist your forces however I can..." He grumbled and the Lich King nodded, "There's no need to pretend captain. I don't like this any more than you do." He walked forward and prepared to board the zeppelin. "Take me and these heroes to Galakrond's rest." The Forsaken captain blinked in disbelief, "What? Lady Sylvanas told me you would heading to the Storm Peaks. I have the hull prepared and everything." Bolvar turned, "Let's just say I have a surprise for Sargeras."

The Lich King motioned for the adventurers to follow. "You can take this craft or one of your own. Please, meet me below at the dragon's grave shortly."

[dangelo37]

As the tauren was explaining the situation to Oliver and the Captain of his squad, Oliver finally saw Ralof and there was a quick exchange of glances. The man that almost cost him his life... twice over! Oliver was stamped a traitor because of him and only recently was that issue fixed. The Alchemist decided to push down his feelings for now and slap on a grand smile, "How have you been old friend? It's been FAR too long. I hope you're feeling better these days." Oliver smirked and did not wait for a response as he walked towards his zeppelin.

As he boarded there was the Lich King himself with a small group of Death Knights who were his elite honor guard. Oliver stayed as far from them as possible. There armor was the blackest saronite he had ever seen and each one had a different runed weapon: a giant two-sided axe, a large claymore, twin knives as long as Oliver's torso, and a hammer with metal spikes sticking out of the head. Their blue eyes glowed from beneath their helms. Oliverknew they would not attack but he wanted nothing to do with them.

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"I see no other faster way down. I will go with him." Gar followed the Alchemist hesitantly onto the zeppelin he had flown in on. The vessel was sturdy and finely crafted... until you saw the engine area. There was all kinds of thingamabobs and whatsits all over the engine room and a single goblin banging tirelessly with a wrench at the control panel. "If you ain't here to help then get out! I've got this under control... here hold this." The goblin handed Gar what looked like the steering wheel for the machine and quickly took it back after placing some glue on a hinge for it. "Perfect! They'd be proud back home. Are you still here? GET OUT!"

Gar left the engine room full of worry about their flight. If they made it here alive I guess we'll make it out alright. "Darkpaw. Stay with the Alchemist. I'll get up to you as soon as I can." His faithful companion barked once in recognition and trotted off to Oliver. Gar's mind was filled with the events that had happened since getting here and his mind eventually drifted to the huntress. Was she alright? Her dragonhawk? Gar hoped the two would make it in time. They were fierce fighters and that would be what was needed in the upcoming battles.

Gar eventually made it to the common room with Darkpaw and Oliver awaiting his fellow companions.

[Mengucekli]

Ralof spat in the direction in which the forsaken alchemist moved away, but his spit got frozen in the chilling cold weather of Northrend and fell off. He rapelled down the rope carefully. As he eyed the crash site, a feeling of distate covered him "There is a lot of work to be done here..".

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Jang'fon carefully examined the Lich King and his men. They meant nothing to him. Just strange men in strange dark armor. He has seen many different foes back in his 'exile' days, and death knights were somewhat an interesting lot. He was oblivious to their powers and capabilities, yet his mind would not change if it was contrary. He feared nothing.

He climbed back on the goblin zep. He found the floating vehicle kind of disturbing: He always would prefer solid ground under his toes, where he could hide and ambush his enemies. Chilling weather of Northrend was not his climate neither, cold filled his nostrils and made his nose tingle. It was impossible for his keen smelling senses to work in such weather conditions. His clothing was not fitting neither. His original garments hardly kept his body warm, so he had to accept a piece of dirty woolen blanket (a very large piece actually, that seemed small for his frame) from the goblins. It seemed more like that the tiny goblins would have had a hard time carrying his frozen body out of the ship than that they actually wanted to give him a gift of charity. He always liked goblins for their lively attitude, but he learned his lessons about their greed after he socialized a bit with some of them. So it was actually surprising for him to see them handing something over and not to expect money in return. He had looked at the large blanket, slashed it in the mid and inserted his head through, effectively turning the blanket into a crude, thick woolen shirt for himself. That helped him keep warm thus far, but nothing would have kept him warmer than the heat of battle, of which, even thinking about was enough to boil his blood.

He did not like to speak much, so he sat down at a corner silently and started watching the tauren hunter and his pet wolf. He could not help but think of how they would taste..

[Tichrom]

Tichrom gave a nod to the troll who greeted him, acknowledging his respect. He did not intend to travel with him though; that would put him too close to the Lich King. Instead, the druid sprinted to the edge of the platform and jumped off. As he fell, elf became bird once more, allowing him to glide down in the direction of Galakrond's Rest.

[xensorlol]

Lethean felt the Lich King's intentions in the form of a mental thought that pushed its way through the Scourgelord's mind. Galakrond's Rest? Curious... No matter. He turned Bloodmist around and faced his death knights' many gazes. "Soldiers of the Scourge, our orders have been made clear: We ride for Galakrond's Rest! Onward!" With that he spun to face the location he'd just spoken of and whipped Bloodmist's reins. The deathcharger reared and neighed, an almost-alien noise caused by the spell placed upon the hapless steed, then took off in a gallop towards Galakrond's Rest. Within moments, Lethean could hear the hundreds of hoof falls as his death knights trailed behind him.


After his confrontation with the Scourgelord, Alex has disappeared to find the rest of the adventurers. Once he'd done so, he hid within their numbers, listening to the Lich King's words. The worgen's snout curled in a snarl as he thought of what they'd be doing. Fighting alongside the Scourge - and the Lich King as well - was the last thing he wanted to do, but if they stood a better chance stopping Sargeras in large numbers, then he'd do it.
Why? he suddenly asked himself, startling even his own conscience. Why do you care? This world, and those who reside on it, all deserted you when it was help you required. So why help them in return? They deserve none of your time or effort. Alex closed his eyes and shook his furry head in silent contemplation.
"Because," he murmured to himself under his breath, careful not to stir anyone's curiosity, "it's the right thing to do. Besides, even if I don't care about any of the people I'm fighting with, I still wish to survive... And the only way that can be possible is if I help them defeat the very threat that could end me, too."
As they began grouping up and going their separate ways, yet all towards the same place, Alex whistled once. He searched the skies for a few precious seconds before he saw the shadow of his gryphon moving through the clouds. The great beast descended and landed in the snow, shaking its head and growling softly.
"Don't worry," Alex said as he transformed back to his human shape. He climbed into the saddle and took the reins in his hands, pulling the hood of his cloak up to hide his features. The only thing visible was the faint orange glow in his dark, almost human-like eyes. "Everything will be all right, trust me."

((I'm going to have to bring Velirra back sometime soon. Still have to pick up where I left her hanging with an injured pet.. ))