[open] you can't count on nothin'

[miscreant]

Who: Seviilia Brightwing and YOU
What: Multiprompt!
Where: A cave, in the mountain Range to the east of Suramar.
When: NOW
Warnings: Death Knight warnings

A. Stags and Owls and Bears, oh my!

[Its been a few long and quiet days, where Seviilia has spent the better part avoiding other Dragonsworn passing in the area. She had seen the Aspects traveling north, Deathwing among them, and wasn't interested in revealing herself until she was certain their business in the area had completed. In truth, she spent several hours contemplating whether or not Deathwing had already been clued in to her presence, without actually looking for her.

The uncertainty had made her tense, and a tense death knight meant bloodshed. Anyone wandering the perimeter will find a trail of various animal corpses right up to a singular elf, crouching half-stealthed behind a tree while waiting for another to cross her path. If the scent of blood doesn't give her away, the anxious shifting will.]

B. Suramama Mia

[Seviilia had chosen the area for its location near the river -- it meant there was plenty of life passing through if she ever felt an urge, and it also gave her something to watch that wasn't liable to attack her for being in its space. The downside, of course, was that it nearly neighbored Legion territory.

This could also be considered a plus, as it kept the Night Elves and most Dragonsworn away as well. But for the moment, it was a definite negative.

Its the sound of small feet scratching that gets her attention first, then the stale mell of brimstone. The knight's ears perk upward briefly, then lay back as she reaches for her axes to step out of the cave. Sure enough, a small scouting pack of imps bounces along through the trees, followed by a large (but singular) felhound.

Seviilia promptly retreats back behind the rocky alcove and narrows her eyes. They're following something -- or someone. Maybe its her.

Or maybe its you.]

C. Shake Rattle and Roll

[Seviilia has spent the better part of the day following the river as far as it will go, to the edge of troll territory. Though she is mostly certain she could take a handful of the larger, ancient cousins of those she is familiar with, she isn't particularly interested in attracting them to her position.

Constructing a barrier while she is still mostly clueless about these new abilities proves difficult -- not to mention the fact that she is trying to do it without alerting the trolls to her presence. Its possible that, while wandering along the river, you fall into one of the many pitfall traps she's managed to create by bending the earth around her.

Whoops.]

Comments

[miscreant]

[Seviilia doesn't answer right away. Its obvious that Tempest has gotten her attention. She's still hungry, but--this was Tempest.

She stays where she is.]

Hiding is a strong word for it.

[hyanaimne]

Fine, attempting to—Seviilia?

[well. Shit. On the one hand, running into a friend was always a good thing! On the other hand . . . she follow a trail of corpses to find said friend.

Shit]

[miscreant]

Fortunately for you. Depending on your perspective.

[Her tone is low, but passive -- maybe a bit tired. Eventually the veil of shadow melts away like a layer of ice, and Seviilia sits crouched and covered in animal blood.]

You really should take notice of a corpse trail when you see one.

[hyanaimne]

How do you think I found myself here, if I had not seen them?

[she purses her lips for a moment, then sheathes her sword. She remembers the incident with Koltira as though it happened yesterday, but Seviilia didn't seem as though she was about to tear out her throat. She hoped. Not that she'd hold it against her, really]

You know what my bad habits are.

[miscreant]

[Then she is a better person than either Koltira or Seviilia herself.]

That does not excuse them. One day, they will get you killed.

[Oh, she'd like to tear her throat out, but Tempest isn't the only one who has learned a few new tricks.]

There are other knights here -- ones without the experience Koltira and I possess.

[hyanaimne]

They have already gotten me killed. [because what else do you call spending ten years hunting someone, other than someone's obsession with revenge? Absolutely a bad habit, that.

Though, when she mentions other knights . . . well. She would have to be more careful in the future]

And? I am not friends with them. [she sounds almost petulant. She isn't entirely dumb, she just . . . makes bad decisions sometimes, that's all]

[miscreant]

[This time, Seviilia gives her a look. Come on Tempest, you know better than that.

Casually ignoring that 'f' word you used there.]

I'm afraid my kind does not often discriminate in such circumstance.

[It takes some conscious effort, but Seviilia gets to her feet, dragging both axes with her.]

If you are looking to hunt, there is nothing left here.

[hyanaimne]

As though that was not obvious. [which statement she's answering, though . . . she huffs and runs a hand through her hair, and at the same time, pushes her hood back. There's no point in keeping it up, anyway]

Are you in need of things to hunt?

[miscreant]

...no.

[Were it not for the proximity to Suramar, she's certain she would have angered the tree dwelling elves with her destruction. There was no reason to drag anyone else into her problems.]

I will survive.

[hyanaimne]

[she can't say she really understands everything about Death Knights, but . . . ]

If you are certain. I was just going to offer you another location.

[miscreant]

Go on. I am listening.

[She won't take the offer, but she'll log it away for future reference.]

[hyanaimne]

[she offers over a few locations, most no more than a day's walk from Silverglen, considering that's where she spends most of her time. Places she knows are at least decent for hunting, as she's done enough there to vouch for them]

[miscreant]

[The elf grunts softly.]

Far off from my usual grounds. There is a village in that direction, if I recall my navigations correctly.

[hyanaimne]

There is, yes. Though I do not know much about it, as I do not bother with it.

Is that a problem?

[miscreant]

It may be. It may not be. I am not certain it is worth the risk to find out.

[She's Blacksworn, after all -- even if she does not align herself with the rest of the flock properly, that doesn't change.]

[hyanaimne]

Then don't go by yourself if it is a risk.

[she is, most likely, interpreting this the wrong way. Either that, or she's saying it because she missed Seviilia and hunting with her and other such things she wouldn't say out loud]

[miscreant]

If that were my only concern, then perhaps.

[She shakes her head and settles down firmly on her backend, rather than the crouching position she had been holding.]

I am afraid cautious is much more necessary here than it has been in the past.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest takes that as a sign that it's alright to move a little closer, and takes a seat herself]

This is your world, yes? I would assume as much. [she answers after a moment, slowly. Thoughtfully]

[miscreant]

A much younger version of it.

[Seviilia doesn't bother to push her away or react other than folding her hands together and resting her lips there.]

Hardly any resemblance, other than a few familiar names and faces.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest shifts to fold her knees so she can lean on them, letting her arms drape. If only they had alcohol with them; it'd almost be like old times]

That must be rather odd. [she doesn't know she'd feel if she ended up in an older version of her world] . . . when did you arrive here?

[miscreant]

I suppose odd is a good word for it. I was not born in this age, nor do I know much of it beyond what meager research was presented to me after I was liberated.

[Alcohol...such a rare commodity.]

A month ago, I believe. Not long.

[hyanaimne]

Even so, you've a distinct advantage compared to the rest of us poor fools who have been dragged here.

[there's the tiniest bit of amusement in her voice] Though one must wonder if there is a way to do research beyond simply asking the mages or the dragons.

My. So you missed the excitement?

[miscreant]

Not much of one. A few names -- that is all.

[As far as research went...well, there was only one way Seviilia could think of, and that was the old fashion 'find it yourself'.]

What sort of excitement?

[hyanaimne]

A number of us were kidnapped. Very exciting, very annoying.

[she waves her hand in an "etc" gesture, because what else could she say about it?]

[miscreant]

Ah, is that what all the fuss was about? No, I was present for that. Simply elsewhere.

[She has no loyalty to anyone here -- or at least she didn't until recently.]