[Story] Various Shorts About The TE

((These are mostly abstract based on random adventures of the Twilight Expedition.))

Onyxia

She rode towards her target, her heart was pounding and the driving rain made it impossible to see what was in front her. Still she drove the sabre on, whispering endless encouragement to the cat as his large paws thudded against the sodden earth. To their side, a smaller cat ran, just as determined as the larger, if not more, claws digging into the mud for purchase, anything to stop himself slipping.

The rain was especially bad today.

Goldshire was not her favourite place, but she needed to stop, her sabre needed to stop, a war cat he may have been, but the conditions were intolerable. The usually packed village was empty, everyone escaping the rain, she supposed. Whispering once more to the sabre, she steered him into a forge house, glaring at the one human who dared challenge her, couldn’t he see the weather was too bad to leave him outside.

The rain never eased up.

Sighing, she steered her cats outside again, and willed them onwards, both were tired and weary and could barely stand up in the deepening mud. Twice she had to pull hard on the reins she never used, just to stop him from falling.

“Barion,” she whispered. “My love, it is but a little further, the Goddess wills you onwards, as do I.”

Turning to the smaller cat, she observed a determined look in his yellow eyes, she smiled at him, and he smiled back. He was a good cat, a good friend, the best.

And there it was, that damnable city. Stormwind.

Quite when she had ended up in the favour of the humans, she wasn’t really sure but she pressed on, refusing to slow down, even through the residential streets. After all, why should she? No-one was around, apart from beggars and wasters, if she ran them down, she cared little. She would deal with that later, this was too important.

She rode into the keep, ignoring the guards and positively growling at anyone who tried to stop her, they fell back, afraid. She must have looked a sight, but again, she cared not. Pulling up in front of the idiot King, she smirked at him, he smirked back, mutual disdain. Somehow, that made it all so much better.

“It is done, my Lord, what you have asked, is done.”

She made sure he knew that she did not consider him her Lord in any way, and he made sure she knew he disliked that. He nodded curtly and then asked his guards to escort her out, she raised a long eyebrow, and made her own way out.
Arriving at the gates, she watched them hang the head from the roof and sighed, most would probably think one of them did it, a human. She was in some ways grateful, at least they could still remain undisturbed.

“Onyxia.” She said to a passing child who stared wide-eyed at the severed head. “Is dead, you will never know her horrors again.”

Outside the gate, she smiled, they had followed her, she had never journeyed alone, nor would she ever.

“I told him,” she said. “I made sure of it that he knew we did it.”

The others nodded and the sun was battling through the clouds. If she were a more fanciful soul, perhaps she would have thought the two were connected, but as it happened, she was not, but was grateful for clement weather none-the-less.

He reached over from his own sabre and kissed her quickly on the cheek, she smiled, more thoroughly than she had done in some days. She watched the others and smiled once more, taking in the four brown tabards and thanking the Goddess that she had brought them together, under this banner. Inseparable. Unbreakable. United.

To the End.

Goldshire didn’t know who rode past, swift as wind, and as difficult to see as the shadows themselves, but they knew something great had happened. As they should, she thought, as she urged her black sabre on, feeling the presence of the smaller cat directly behind her.

The Twilight Expedition

They would hear that name more often. Soon they would know.

And be thankful.

\（＾∀＾）/ omg thats amazing. you must write more stuff

Thank you ^^

I haven't got the patience for novels...but this sort of thing, I enjoy. I shall further document our adventures if you like? From different people's point of view too, so they aren't all about Ferwyn. That is if I have permission of course? hehe

Battle

He had come too close, her bow was now useless and the cat was pinned down, too far away to be of use. By the Goddess what should she do? What would they do, they did this, not her, her life was quiet, killing when needed, not this almost constant flurry of blood and arrows. She observed him, raging closer and closer, his axe swinging wildly above his head. She had no idea what to do.

A scream. Wasn’t her scream. Who screamed?

She blinked as the head of the massive orc was cleaved from its shoulders from above. A red sword, a wave of green hair and a waterfall of crimson, all over the snow. Ferwyn landed neatly beside her and smiled before charging off to attack a death knight.

So that’s it.

When the tall blood elf came charging towards her with a giant hammer, her dagger went in the front and came out the back before he had finished blinking.

So that’s why they do this. She watched them fight, back to back, in a circle of horde.

The thrill, wasn’t shameful, felt right somehow.

This fortress was theirs, couldn’t let it fall.

She ran and pulled her friend’s trick. Somersaulted over a troll, took its head. Caused a great advantage. The tall warrior swung his blade and severed various body parts before dragging the females to a safer point, so they could rain in death by arrows on the remaining few.

This was the glory of battle.

And it was good.
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