09-01-2013, 12:04 AM
She walked for several minutes before she realized that no one had spoken up or even offered to accompany her. It was okay, though. She was used to going solo; hell, that’s how she preferred it most of the time. However, she couldn’t help but feel the sting of rejection as she glanced over her shoulder to see the ever shrinking figures of those she left behind. It was a bitter pill to swallow as she turned to face the figures in the distance, her face a stony mask of neutrality. She would find a way out of here, she just had to. She would escape alone, and go back to whence she had come. Fuck every single one of these cowards. They didn’t deserve to live.
Her footsteps quickened, her mind drifting as bits and pieces of her memories began to coagulate. She could bring back a pack of peons and dominate them all. But what would be the point? There was nothing here worth dominating. For what seemed to be miles upon miles of empty space surrounded her, the only feature being that magical water spout from which they had spawned.
“Banishment is the only fitting punishment for you, my little puppet…” Garona’s steps faltered as the voice swam through her head. The face that went with it was the same one that had popped up in her thoughts earlier, and finally, a name. Gul’dan. The “warlock” he called himself. What was it that she had done for him to utter those words? He was…he was her chieftain, at least, he was the highest figure in her chain of command. She had done something that had earned her exile from the only family she’d known, and just before he could met it out, her body began to shimmer with a strange, white light. In a matter of seconds, as her frightened eyes met the confused Gul’dan’s, her body disappeared. She didn’t know how long it was between the point in which she disappeared and when she had reappeared in the darkness, where the entity known as “Omni” spoke to her, and then sent her here.
A strange sense of foreboding washed over her. There was no way back, not on her own. The only way back would only be through him…it. Whatever.
She was trapped. They all were.
Grimacing, Garona reached down to her hips and pulled her blades free. She would approach these creatures, disable them, and question them. Once she had the answers she wanted, she would drag them back to the others, and they would be free to do as they pleased with them. The corners of her mouth flicked upwards in a menacing smile. She could cut out their tongues so that only she could give information back to them how she pleased.
Yeah, that sounded good.
Her footsteps quickened, her mind drifting as bits and pieces of her memories began to coagulate. She could bring back a pack of peons and dominate them all. But what would be the point? There was nothing here worth dominating. For what seemed to be miles upon miles of empty space surrounded her, the only feature being that magical water spout from which they had spawned.
“Banishment is the only fitting punishment for you, my little puppet…” Garona’s steps faltered as the voice swam through her head. The face that went with it was the same one that had popped up in her thoughts earlier, and finally, a name. Gul’dan. The “warlock” he called himself. What was it that she had done for him to utter those words? He was…he was her chieftain, at least, he was the highest figure in her chain of command. She had done something that had earned her exile from the only family she’d known, and just before he could met it out, her body began to shimmer with a strange, white light. In a matter of seconds, as her frightened eyes met the confused Gul’dan’s, her body disappeared. She didn’t know how long it was between the point in which she disappeared and when she had reappeared in the darkness, where the entity known as “Omni” spoke to her, and then sent her here.
A strange sense of foreboding washed over her. There was no way back, not on her own. The only way back would only be through him…it. Whatever.
She was trapped. They all were.
Grimacing, Garona reached down to her hips and pulled her blades free. She would approach these creatures, disable them, and question them. Once she had the answers she wanted, she would drag them back to the others, and they would be free to do as they pleased with them. The corners of her mouth flicked upwards in a menacing smile. She could cut out their tongues so that only she could give information back to them how she pleased.
Yeah, that sounded good.
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