Friday, September 11, 2009

Catching Up

"Does it hurt?" Fulguralis asked the girl, walking beside him. Woman, he reminded himself. She's all grown up now. He glanced over at her a felt a tug at his heart as he thought of all the years he'd missed, wrongly assuming she was dead. I suppose she IS dead, he clarified again. His mind reeled with all the new information.

"What?" She asked innocently, and then looked down at her pale skin. "Oh. That," she said, pursing her lips in disapproval. "I guess not," she explained. "It was a lot worse before I left... the service."

Silence fell between them again, punctuated periodically by the cracking of barbed leather. They walked on through the night, both unsure of how exactly to go about rekindling their old relationship. The massive structure of the coliseum loomed to their left, silent now in the dead of the night except for a few eager adventurers intent on getting in some late-night practice.

"Does it hurt?" Decedereful asked, a small smile playing with the corners of her lips.

Fulguralis looked over his shoulder at the Succubus that was glaring intently at him. She was clearly pissed at her recent dismissal, and she now stalked sullenly behind him, hitting him every so often with her whip. "You get used to it." He flinched as another crack echoed off the nearby stones and the barb caught him lightly on the backside.

"Congratulations on being recognized for the blow you dealt to the renegade Blue Dragonflight during the Nexus War," Decedereful observed. "The mages at Dalaran were quite pleased. They've been calling you the Champion of the Frozen Wastes."

"You saw that?" Fulguralis asked, embarrassed.

Decedereful shrugged, "I was following you."

Fulguralis blushed, "I didn't do it for the recognition."

"Why did you do it, then?"

Fulguralis shook his head, refusing to answer, and instead changed the subject, "What have you been up to lately? Besides, you know, following me."

Decedereful looked at the snow-covered ground with burning eyes. "Preparing myself to face the Lich King," she said through clenched teeth.

Fulguralis stopped, raising an eyebrow in the direction of his twin sister. "And just how were you preparing?"

Fulguralis had been working hard with a group of adventurers as well as the Argent Crusade, dutifully preparing himself for the impending assault on Icecrown Citadel. He was still currently assisting with subduing the forces at Ulduar. He doubted very much that a loner Death Knight would have much success on that path.

"I've been killing Horde," Decedereful answered, also stopping and meeting her brother's questioning stare. "There's more than one way to skin a mistsaber, you know."

"Ah yes," Fulguralis nodded his approval. "Been out to the Isle then I take it?"

"Of course," his sister answered, another smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Hoarding up the kills?" Fulguralis asked, obviously pleased with his pun.

Decedereful scowled, "That's awful, Boy." She reached over and punched Fulguralis in the arm with an armored fist.

"Ow!" Fulguralis exclaimed, rubbing his arm. The whip-crack of whistling leather burst through the still night air. Fulguralis flinched again.

"You're such a clothie," Decedereful pointed out.

"Oh, shut up."

(Author's Note: I don't usually e-peen about achievements and such, but the frozen wastes title is one that I think says something. I'm not sure what it says, but it says something. I figured that rather than purely waste everyone's time saying "lookie what I did", I could at least make it semi-entertaining :-D.)


  1. Hey, grats on the title. I still don't have it because I have no interest in doing heroic Oculus lol. I'll be Abigore the Hallowed forever me thinks.

  2. Yeah, it wasn't as bad as we thought it was going to be, being over-geared and all.