Post by thillion on Jun 10, 2007 19:37:30 GMT -5
Thillion woke with a dull pain in her stomach. Her head felt as though Kerrig's axe had fallen through it. She slowly opened her eyes, just in time to see her Succubus standing over her. "Ssssleep Massster...All will be well..." Thillion shook her head, causing a terrible pain to shoot through her body. Blessedly, she feinted, the dark consuming her body, relieving her of all pain
***Thillion begins to dream***
She had had a restless night, her stomach pained. That morning, she was exceptionally grumpy. She had plans to fly to the Barrens, possibly help clear out the Caverns that Wail. She pulled on her battle gear, brushed her hair, had a very small breakfast, prayed to the Ancients...her normal routine. However, something was different about today...Today everything was slightly foggy. She knew something was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it.
She sighed softly, and went to hide in the Warlock's Den in Silvermoon City. She had to contact Barnik...Maybe he could help. She sat on one of the hidden mounds of pillows and closed her eyes, concentrating hard as her mind slowly unfurled its tendrils and set out to touch Barnik's mind. After a little searching, she found him and knew instantly he was sleeping.
She slipped her vision in with the tendrils and she saw him laying on the ground of an Inn. She watched herself materialize into a shimmery image in front of him. "Barnik," she whispered softly, "Wake, my brother, I need your guidance."
She watched as his nostrils flared and his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked at the image in front of him and then his eyes widened. "Thillion, what be wrong?" he demanded, his voice echoing in her head. "Ya image...it be barely visble..."
"Don't you think I know that?!?" she snapped. "I am well aware of the fact that something is wrong with me!"
Barnik looked into the image's face. "Ya are nah yaself, Thillion." She growled softly, "Would you kindly stop stating the obvious?" A look of concern showed in Barnik's eyes. "Mah sista...wha be so wrong that causes ya ta snap at me de way de Masters used ta?"
Thillion opened her mouth, but no words came forth, a shocked and pained look on her face. "Oh, Barnik...I'm so sorry...I..I'm not feeling...well..." He winked at her, "Thillion, stop statin de obviousness o da situation." She barely smiled. "Barnik, I am foggy this morning. I also hurt..."
"Where, ma sista?" He asked. Thillion placed a hand in the middle of her midriff. "Doesn't dat be da place..." Barnik started to say, but Thillion cut him off. "I haven't seen Valarr in a few days...I think he got the message this time..."I hear this is where the minions' souls are stored. Maybe my Succubus is just adjusting..."
"Aye, maybe," Barnik muttered, deep in thought, the only place in his mind Thillion could not breach. "Well, maybe ya should take er out ta play with de men?" Barnik looked up at Thillion. "Maybe," she said as she glanced around. "Why do you sleep on the ground...you are allowed to sleep in the beds, Barnik."
He shrugged, "Aye, bu I'm still na use ta it." Thillion nodded slowly, "I still sleep on the floor also..."
She grunted softly, her physical body beginning to ache as well as her mind. "I will let you sleep, my brother. I love you and thank you for your insight..." she whispered softly as her image left a shimmery kiss on Barnik's snout.
He sneezed loudly, "Aye and I be luvin' ya more, mah sista. Be safe."
The tendrils that had wrapped themselves around Barnik's mind began to unfurl slowly. Her image disintegrated, as her vision returned to her physical body.. Soon, she was back in her body completely, but something was more wrong than before she had contacted Barnik. She glanced down and saw her robe was wet and sticking to her stomach.
She ran her hand up the front of her robe. She looked at her hand, and her mouth dropped open. Blood covered her hand, and by the looks of it, it was her own blood. She whimpered softly and doubled over in pain.
Her body felt as though it were on fire, and the fire was getting hotter by the second. Her hands clutched at her stomach. Suddenly there was more blood, slowly dripping through her fingers. She screamed out in pain, hoping someone would come help her, but all the Warlocks were very deep in the morning meditations.
Her body felt as though it was ripping in half and then in half again. She moved up onto her knees as she begged for help. Her pitiful cries fell upon deaf ears. She was truly terrified. She threw her head back and screamed wildly, the pain searing her entire body.
Suddenly, she felt something raise her arms and her lips began forming the unfamilar incantation to summon her Succubi. The voice belonged to Thillion, but the movements and words were not. As the power was sucked out of her to from her Succubus, she tried in vain to reach out to Barnik.
The incantation soon finished. The last thoughts that passed through the weak Blood Elf's mind were, "No good will come of this..." She passed out on the floor, unaware of the events about to be set in motion.
***Thillion begins to dream***
She had had a restless night, her stomach pained. That morning, she was exceptionally grumpy. She had plans to fly to the Barrens, possibly help clear out the Caverns that Wail. She pulled on her battle gear, brushed her hair, had a very small breakfast, prayed to the Ancients...her normal routine. However, something was different about today...Today everything was slightly foggy. She knew something was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it.
She sighed softly, and went to hide in the Warlock's Den in Silvermoon City. She had to contact Barnik...Maybe he could help. She sat on one of the hidden mounds of pillows and closed her eyes, concentrating hard as her mind slowly unfurled its tendrils and set out to touch Barnik's mind. After a little searching, she found him and knew instantly he was sleeping.
She slipped her vision in with the tendrils and she saw him laying on the ground of an Inn. She watched herself materialize into a shimmery image in front of him. "Barnik," she whispered softly, "Wake, my brother, I need your guidance."
She watched as his nostrils flared and his eyelids fluttered open. He blinked at the image in front of him and then his eyes widened. "Thillion, what be wrong?" he demanded, his voice echoing in her head. "Ya image...it be barely visble..."
"Don't you think I know that?!?" she snapped. "I am well aware of the fact that something is wrong with me!"
Barnik looked into the image's face. "Ya are nah yaself, Thillion." She growled softly, "Would you kindly stop stating the obvious?" A look of concern showed in Barnik's eyes. "Mah sista...wha be so wrong that causes ya ta snap at me de way de Masters used ta?"
Thillion opened her mouth, but no words came forth, a shocked and pained look on her face. "Oh, Barnik...I'm so sorry...I..I'm not feeling...well..." He winked at her, "Thillion, stop statin de obviousness o da situation." She barely smiled. "Barnik, I am foggy this morning. I also hurt..."
"Where, ma sista?" He asked. Thillion placed a hand in the middle of her midriff. "Doesn't dat be da place..." Barnik started to say, but Thillion cut him off. "I haven't seen Valarr in a few days...I think he got the message this time..."I hear this is where the minions' souls are stored. Maybe my Succubus is just adjusting..."
"Aye, maybe," Barnik muttered, deep in thought, the only place in his mind Thillion could not breach. "Well, maybe ya should take er out ta play with de men?" Barnik looked up at Thillion. "Maybe," she said as she glanced around. "Why do you sleep on the ground...you are allowed to sleep in the beds, Barnik."
He shrugged, "Aye, bu I'm still na use ta it." Thillion nodded slowly, "I still sleep on the floor also..."
She grunted softly, her physical body beginning to ache as well as her mind. "I will let you sleep, my brother. I love you and thank you for your insight..." she whispered softly as her image left a shimmery kiss on Barnik's snout.
He sneezed loudly, "Aye and I be luvin' ya more, mah sista. Be safe."
The tendrils that had wrapped themselves around Barnik's mind began to unfurl slowly. Her image disintegrated, as her vision returned to her physical body.. Soon, she was back in her body completely, but something was more wrong than before she had contacted Barnik. She glanced down and saw her robe was wet and sticking to her stomach.
She ran her hand up the front of her robe. She looked at her hand, and her mouth dropped open. Blood covered her hand, and by the looks of it, it was her own blood. She whimpered softly and doubled over in pain.
Her body felt as though it were on fire, and the fire was getting hotter by the second. Her hands clutched at her stomach. Suddenly there was more blood, slowly dripping through her fingers. She screamed out in pain, hoping someone would come help her, but all the Warlocks were very deep in the morning meditations.
Her body felt as though it was ripping in half and then in half again. She moved up onto her knees as she begged for help. Her pitiful cries fell upon deaf ears. She was truly terrified. She threw her head back and screamed wildly, the pain searing her entire body.
Suddenly, she felt something raise her arms and her lips began forming the unfamilar incantation to summon her Succubi. The voice belonged to Thillion, but the movements and words were not. As the power was sucked out of her to from her Succubus, she tried in vain to reach out to Barnik.
The incantation soon finished. The last thoughts that passed through the weak Blood Elf's mind were, "No good will come of this..." She passed out on the floor, unaware of the events about to be set in motion.