Post by sundavar on Jul 9, 2011 20:51:50 GMT -1
Sunny crouched on a shadowed ledge high above the streets of what had been the city of his birth. Visually, the place had changed so much in the thousands of years since then; the once cobbled streets were now a mass of concrete, the elegant stone buildings now towering beasts of steel and glass. But one only had to scratch the surface to reveal the darkness whose existence Stormwind’s inhabitants had always tried to deny.
He came back sometimes. He couldn’t say why - perhaps he was just nostalgic. This time however, he had purpose. The streets below were near empty, this district being mostly residential and thus escaped the 24 hour activity much of the city had. He remained still, his dark grey armour and pale wings making him look like some ancient statuette. They’re coming...
A few moments later, a solitary figure appeared at the mouth of the alley he overlooked. To most it would be impossible to discern any features, but his sharp eyes were able to make out the young girl hurrying past. She wore a long hooded coat which hid most of her face from view and carried a cloth back tightly against her chest. He knew that it contained food and water, items hard to come by in what was increasingly becoming the cities slum.
He had come here for the girl. He didn’t know who she was, but that didn’t matter to him. He felt something in her that he had felt so many times before; desperation. In a way this drew him to her, as what little he knew of her plight reminded him so much of his own at her age. But more than that- he could stop it.
As she passed his perch, four more figures emerged from the derelict buildings in front of her. They were all male, three appeared human while the third had a humanoid build but with broader shoulders and darker skin- he couldn’t be sure from this distance but he guessed he was the result of human and orc cross-breeding. One of the humans stepped up to the girl, causing her to shrink away in fear. In one hand he held a pistol, currently pointing at the ground, while his other hand was reaching towards the girl’s package. The others also produced weapons from their coats; the two humans produced knives while the orc half-breed hefted what appeared to be a crowbar. He didn’t wait to see what happened next.
Leaping from the ledge, he spread his wings to slow his descent and simultaneously drew two throwing daggers, hurling them at the humans. They found their targets, burying themselves deep in their victim’s necks. Before the others had realised what was happening, Sundavar had landed beside the girl.
“Close your eyes.”
The terrified girl obeyed, fearing the worst. Her two remaining attackers stared at his wings in disbelief; of course they had heard of angels and other immortals but few such as themselves had ever seen one before. Just as Sunny had anticipated, they would take at least a few seconds to recover enough to attack. Using the distraction, He slammed his fist into the human’s gut with enough force to knock him off his feet. Before he had even hit the ground, Sunny had drawn another dagger and charged at the remaining criminal, driving it into his chest before the look of amazement had left his features.
Turning, he faced the man who was now attempting to stagger to his feet and strode towards him, grabbing the material of his shirt and yanking him into the air so his head was level with his own. Pulling him close, he whispered into the man’s ear in a low, sinister voice.
“Touch her again, or anyone else and I will find you. There are plenty of other ways to feed yourself than stealing from children.”
The man nodded frantically, answering with a rough, faintly Irish sounding accent “Course sir, we never meant nothin’ by it yah understan’, we jest....we....” He was cut off by another sharp tug to his clothing. “Then we understand each other.”
He tossed the man to the ground, watching as he scrambled away from the scene. He glanced at the girl who stood, still keeping her eyes shut tight but unable to stop the tears streaming down her face. I did what I could. Maybe now things will get better. He walked towards her, noticing how her fingers tightened around her bag. He Dropped another dagger identical to those he had used at her feet and placed a hand on her shoulder as he walked past before leaping into the air.
Feeling his touch, Sarah winced and waited for the blow she was sure would come. When it didn’t, she opened her eyes a crack and gasped at the scene before her. Crouching down, she picked up the knife at her feet, marvelling at the blue-tinted metal and indigo hilt, both beautifully simple. Turning to thank her saviour, she saw a pair of wings silhouetted against the moonlit sky.
He came back sometimes. He couldn’t say why - perhaps he was just nostalgic. This time however, he had purpose. The streets below were near empty, this district being mostly residential and thus escaped the 24 hour activity much of the city had. He remained still, his dark grey armour and pale wings making him look like some ancient statuette. They’re coming...
A few moments later, a solitary figure appeared at the mouth of the alley he overlooked. To most it would be impossible to discern any features, but his sharp eyes were able to make out the young girl hurrying past. She wore a long hooded coat which hid most of her face from view and carried a cloth back tightly against her chest. He knew that it contained food and water, items hard to come by in what was increasingly becoming the cities slum.
He had come here for the girl. He didn’t know who she was, but that didn’t matter to him. He felt something in her that he had felt so many times before; desperation. In a way this drew him to her, as what little he knew of her plight reminded him so much of his own at her age. But more than that- he could stop it.
As she passed his perch, four more figures emerged from the derelict buildings in front of her. They were all male, three appeared human while the third had a humanoid build but with broader shoulders and darker skin- he couldn’t be sure from this distance but he guessed he was the result of human and orc cross-breeding. One of the humans stepped up to the girl, causing her to shrink away in fear. In one hand he held a pistol, currently pointing at the ground, while his other hand was reaching towards the girl’s package. The others also produced weapons from their coats; the two humans produced knives while the orc half-breed hefted what appeared to be a crowbar. He didn’t wait to see what happened next.
Leaping from the ledge, he spread his wings to slow his descent and simultaneously drew two throwing daggers, hurling them at the humans. They found their targets, burying themselves deep in their victim’s necks. Before the others had realised what was happening, Sundavar had landed beside the girl.
“Close your eyes.”
The terrified girl obeyed, fearing the worst. Her two remaining attackers stared at his wings in disbelief; of course they had heard of angels and other immortals but few such as themselves had ever seen one before. Just as Sunny had anticipated, they would take at least a few seconds to recover enough to attack. Using the distraction, He slammed his fist into the human’s gut with enough force to knock him off his feet. Before he had even hit the ground, Sunny had drawn another dagger and charged at the remaining criminal, driving it into his chest before the look of amazement had left his features.
Turning, he faced the man who was now attempting to stagger to his feet and strode towards him, grabbing the material of his shirt and yanking him into the air so his head was level with his own. Pulling him close, he whispered into the man’s ear in a low, sinister voice.
“Touch her again, or anyone else and I will find you. There are plenty of other ways to feed yourself than stealing from children.”
The man nodded frantically, answering with a rough, faintly Irish sounding accent “Course sir, we never meant nothin’ by it yah understan’, we jest....we....” He was cut off by another sharp tug to his clothing. “Then we understand each other.”
He tossed the man to the ground, watching as he scrambled away from the scene. He glanced at the girl who stood, still keeping her eyes shut tight but unable to stop the tears streaming down her face. I did what I could. Maybe now things will get better. He walked towards her, noticing how her fingers tightened around her bag. He Dropped another dagger identical to those he had used at her feet and placed a hand on her shoulder as he walked past before leaping into the air.
Feeling his touch, Sarah winced and waited for the blow she was sure would come. When it didn’t, she opened her eyes a crack and gasped at the scene before her. Crouching down, she picked up the knife at her feet, marvelling at the blue-tinted metal and indigo hilt, both beautifully simple. Turning to thank her saviour, she saw a pair of wings silhouetted against the moonlit sky.