Mending Old Wounds [PG-13 Rating]

Posts : 37 Join date : 2009-03-16 Age : 31 Location : Socal

A ripple of lightning streaked passed the nail-carved circle. This circle was no ordinary circle though. Its symmetry and craftsmanship were above those of any actual hand drawn artists. Inside of the circle, many lines were paved with the same fingernails. Within the gaps of the lines, many symbols in Demonic, perhaps even Eredun were engraved. All this rested in a dark, vivid room which held no entry or exit. One torch was present, flickering near the middle of the circle. The lightning rippled across the circle once more, skipping past the torch and almost colliding with the thing which lay in the perfect center. It was a particularly short figure, struggling to stand itself up. Its arms shuck, its feet rattled as it pushed itself from chest off the ground. The figure’s snow white mane gave off a prestigious glow as the torch beside the body flicked flaming lights all about in a six foot range.

“Why!” The voice identified as a male’s cried out. Its bangs covered its face from view, “Why do you keep me alive!” He groaned loudly. His bare form rose from the middle of the transmutation circle, eyes gleaming bright silver through the darkness ahead. “I hate this.” He felt like jelly, the body for a strange reason refusing to collapse even when he was wanting to. The light of the torch reflected upon his near-hairless upper body, his abdomen cut buff and his Pectoralis in the same physical condition. The heat within the circle was suffocating, beads of sweat showed for this, his body dripping with it. Moving higher up, the light reflected parts of his face where his bangs did not cover.

Smooth, shyly cut cheek bones were carved in place. Near foot and a half ears flicked up and about freely, attuning themselves to the current sensitivity of the room. Not much else could be taken from the current situation. The man’s skin tone was that of a pale blue, looking like it was able to chill someone on touch. Panting loudly at his echoing voice, he brought wiped the palm of his right hand down his abdomen to rid it of some percentage of sweat. Next, he crouched down to the torch to grab it by its neck. “Damnit.” He felt his eyes blur momentarily as he wobbled back and onto his bare ass. He clenched his teeth together before all he could feel was a cold wind blow by.

The last sight he had was himself sitting in the center of the circle, bear-ass naked. His right hand clenching tightly onto the wooden neck of the torch, enough to make his bicep flex madly. The rush of blood could be felt to that very arm, as what came next was a quiet gasp. His lips pressed back together as the sound of the lightning rippled once more. The circle lit up with a demonic glow as the lightning danced across the markings, activating them. The torch dropped from his hand. The sound of wood meeting stone was heard. “Nraaahhhh!” The male figure groaned lowly, quickly turning into cries as the lightning was sent into the center of the circle now, tormenting around his body.

His soul, he could feel it parting truly from his body once more. What felt complete, was only a shard of it anymore as a link was recreated. The power of a strong magic user was amongst the background of these acts. The lightning quickly dissipated, causing the young Kaldorei to release from his cries into heavy breathing, mixed with groans. “Ssi- Sii!-" He coughed, wheezed while his eyes were clenched tightly closed. “Circumfero!” The Kaldorei tried his best to shout out in his out of breath state. For a few minutes, he remained in that circle breathing hard, not for the sake of oxygen, but for the sake of keeping this habit.

It was hard to just forget about breathing, even if it was no longer necessary. He had been doing it for all of his life. “I’m… Such a fool.” He rolled his eyes open, peering around through the darkness. Beads of sweat dwindled around his body, rolling down his ankles, thighs, biceps, and into the stone ground under him. “Why me? Nagaku Mitokair, of all people.” The Kaldorei wheezed once more, rolling himself up in his nude form. Light shocks were still felt around his body from the previous spell casted upon him. Nagaku paced towards an empty corner of the door less room, placing his left palm to a wall. Closing his eyes and with a mere moment of focus, his body phased through.

He landed wobbled a bit, coming to a grand architecture hallway. Nagaku’s eyes peered around, “Si-Circumfero?” He murmured, looking no more like a lost puppy then he did a coward. Wandering around bare-ass naked didn’t make it look any better as well. It was empty, this hallway so he paced onwards until he came to an exit. Red dusty terrain dominated the surroundings, the sky blood red with rippled of fel-green lightning piercing throughout the sky. It made him instantly know that he was on a different world, not Azeroth, not even Draenor. This was somewhere else, some distant planet the Burning Legion already had dominated.

This could be the future of Azeroth one day.

“Nagaku.” The Kaldorei’s ears flicked up at the sound of this deep voice as he snapped his head to view a shadowed figure at the end of the hallway behind him.