there's battle lines being drawn; (CLOSED)

[lifeforged]

Who: The Dragon Aspects.
What: An attempt to reconcile and work together.
Where: In the unoccupied mountains east to Sin'thalas.
When: Now.
Warnings: The mention of genocide should be the brunt of it.

Despite the fresh throes of agony that have weakened their kind, Alexstrasza made a promise to get her beloved siblings together once more for conversation. If they could talk it out, perhaps there was a chance that they could pool their strengths together to work alongside one another once more. While knowing the wounds of their hearts were still fresh (and would be for thousands of years to come), it couldn't be helped. Too much has been brought to her attention. Further misgivings on the younger races of Azeroth and those they have called their champions wouldn't be tolerated.

These were matters that needed to be dealt with before they further escalated out of control. So much has spiraled out of her control that the act in calling them together like this could almost be seen as desperation, but she cares not for that. Compassion has always been her calling and if she cannot get them to see reason, then what good was the title of Dragon Queen?

After urging them to come together through the mental bond all of the Aspects shared with each other, Alexstrasza busies herself with ensuring the remote location she's chosen is private. Circling around once more, she keeps an eye out for any sign of life. Upon seeing none, she finally chooses to settle down into the clearing surrounded by behemoth peaks all around. If she's fortunate enough to find Malygos in the right mind, he could ensure their privacy with his ward spells.

For now she waits in her majestic true form for the others to arrive.

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[deathforged]

"Ha! Leaving so sssoon brother?" Deathwing chortles, eyes widening with maddened glee. The leviathan doesn't bother turning around -- the wingbeats tell their own story, and he isn't all that interested in stopping him. The two he's most interested in are sitting right in front of him.

"How rude of him, to leave the females in waiting," he adds, sitting on his haunches and scratching his plated stomach idly. There's an awful metallic sound that echoes through the mountain peaks as his nails, hard as diamonds, make contact with the protection there. "Though I suppose it comes of no surprise to either of you that I remain the most sensible...of the three of us."

[chronoforged]

"The mossst sssenssible?" Now it's Nozdormu's turn to break out into laughter, his own mad exuberance echoing in the mountains around them. Unlike his siblings, he has no qualms about confronting the behemoth below him. "There isss ssensse to your madnessss?"

A dismissive snort can barely be heard as he takes to the sky fully, leaving the other three behind. Deathwing. Sensible. Now that's a joke that won't grow old over time.

[dreamforged]

Ysera is not interested in listening to the boys bicker, nor is she all that keen on hanging about in Deathwing's shadow.

"Perhaps another time, sister," Ysera offers while the males talk over each other. "I will need time to think on this, and we will have no progress when they are not willing to listen. But I do not believe you are incorrect in your assumptions."

Her form starts to fade with the breeze in the mountains.

"I would not linger in his presence for long. Something has overtaken him, Alexstrasza...I can sense it."

[lifeforged]

When all else fails, it's Ysera's words who bring ground her back to reality. Her beloved sister with whom she can place her faith in even when tensions are high. That feeling of warmth fades and begins to boil into something else from the intense heat of the only one who continues to keep her company. Ysera's warning remains on her mind, but it was the duty of this Aspect to remain benevolent even when faced with the beast responsible for killing her lovers, children, and so much more.

"Neltharion." He's taken up a new title, a new name, but it matters little to her for he will always be the Earth-Warder in her eyes. "Your needless entrance cost us time and trust within our new allies. I hope you intend to make up for it with favorable news."

[deathforged]

"Come now, Alexstrasza," Deathwing half chortles, watching Ysera fade away with an amused shift of his metal jaw. "Perhaps you ought to reevaluate your approach. My allies do as they are told, when they are told to do it. Is that the sort of favorable news you were looking for?"

Of course Alexstrasza would remain behind. It must be some sort of clever trap. Deathwing himself has little to fear. If the Dragon Soul were nearby, he would sense it.

"As I recall, sister, it was you who summoned me here."

[lifeforged]

While paranoia clung to the back of the minds of her siblings (as well as the festering betrayal they all felt in the presence of the darkened Aspect), Alexstrasza feels none of that. True, the loss of life should result in mild antagonism between the pair as he took all that was dear to her heart, yet she knows that displaying it will only further add to his self-created opposition. She won't aid in him feeling singled out, nor will she give him any reason to believe he's truly bested her.

For he's done neither.

"I did." With a steely edge to her tone, she steps towards him without fear. He speaks of the Blacksworn as if they are mere pawns and she wonders briefly if they are. Who knows which of the ones she's spoken (and opened up) to have reported back to him. Keeping that in mind, she endures the heat his presence brings to stand near. "Though I had hoped to keep things amicable. It doesn't matter now."

They are gone and they are here. Now it was just down to the two of them.

"The people of the earth you have sworn yourself to protect are forsaken, wandering lost due to your actions. What will you do to set things right?"

[deathforged]

Deathwing doesn't back down when Alexstrasza steps toward him. Smoke begins to furl from his nostrils when she appears generally unruffled, and his temper bubbles slightly as she continues to press him. A reptilian noise of discontent comes from him as he gets to his feet and steps toward her in an attempt to intimidate her, to keep her from asserting authority.

"You do not make demands of me Alexstrasza," Deathwing snorts, tail dragging a great rivet into the ground to accent his point. "I am not a creature to pay dues to lesser races. This earth is mine. This world is mine. I shall do with it as I see fit, Life-Binder. If you are not with me, then you are against me."