((OH, right. Part Three. I've rewritten this ending so many times, and it still displeases me, but I'll live. For those of you who did like my writing, I have another idea in the works. For those who didn't, uhm...sorry?))
“Elune…light my path,” Azunara mumbled softly, feeling everything darken around her. She hadn’t prayed to Elune in a long time, her time with the humans causing her to refer to the Light as habit. But it seemed like the Moon Goddess would accept the druid in her embrace…Azunara whined softly. If only it hadn’t ended like this…
Some power stirred though, and there was a low, warning buzz in the room as magic gathered. It struck, and everything became light again. There was a sensation of flying, then the sharp pain of the bookshelf as she crashed into it once more. “I hate these stupid dragons,” She moaned, slowly shaking herself and getting up, glad she was alive.
Confused, she looked at her would-be killer. The large Infinite had fallen to the ground, looking dazed and confused. Even more odd was he wasn’t moving, wasn’t breathing. She could easily sense he was alive though. “Fel,” She blinked, “Gods have a strange way of showing their mercy.” She tilted her head, trying to puzzle out what had happened to the creature.
“Hurry, druid! His life is fading fast.” Azunara shook herself, nodding. Right. She left the “dead” dragon behind, and padded over to the bookshelf, nudging the button that opened it. It slowly began creaking open, and Azunara peered into the dusty hallway. The sounds of fighting were considerably louder, and she figured it was a good idea to move before the undead and Infinite caught up to her.
The smell of smoke was a worrying enough scent, and the sky was red as flames licked the building. “Oh, bloody Light.” Azunara groaned. Really? Could it get worse? Truly and honestly?
The sounds behind her proved it could, and she moved quickly, slipping into the shadows…and crashing into a Nerubian. It chattered in its language, and all the undead nearby stared at the white druid.
“Uhm. This looks bad, really…But, uh…Can you not rend the flesh from bones and use me to feed the geists? Or worse, raise me back from the dead to be an ugly ghoul? I think cat form is a lot neater than being a ghoul. You…aren’t listening, are you? I’m going to have to fight my way out, huh? Figures. Undead were never great negotiators.” She sighed, a blast of shadow dissipating near her as she dove to the ground. The Nerubian jabbed its claws down, but Azunara snapped her jaws, severing one. It gave a piercing, painful shriek and Azunara recoiled, shaking her head as her ears rang.
She missed a ghoul that leaped for her, and it sank its rotting teeth into her already hurt shoulder. She broke out into an angry, pained hiss and slashed, shaking the ghoul off. It fell apart as its necromantic energies faded. She looked at the bite wound, scowling. She better get that cleansed. The Nerubian went for her again, but she dove under it, raking her claws on its exposed underside. It wailed, and folded up, collapsing onto the ground.
Azunara oriented herself, leaping for the necromancer. He easily fell to her claws, his robes providing nothing in the way of protection. She bolted, leaving the shambling dead behind. She was pleased with herself. So far, so good. If you ignored the fact she was nearly killed –wait, she had to count on her claws- four? five? times, it wasn’t too bad an adventure.
The cat went towards the Infinite Corrupter she saw, sneaking close. It whipped around, sensing her, and she broke out into panicked cursing. Stupid, fel-blasted dragons! “The Bronze is ours, mortal!” It crowed, and Azunara lashed her tail. “Yeah, well. I didn’t face your stupid brothers, undead, and nearly got squished to stop her.” She replied, leaping forward.
Her claws tore at the dragon’s scales, and they fell to the ground, clattering. She whipped around to dodge the dragon’s tail, leaping on top of its back and trying to bite down on the back of its neck. “Stupid scales!” She yowled, and was bucked off, flying through the air and crashing down on cobblestone. She hissed in soft, whining pain. “I…hate…you.” She whimpered, getting up. Nothing seemed too broken yet. And after all her unexpected flights, too.
She shifted into bear form for weight, tackling and pinning down the Infinite dragon. It snarled, slashing and biting. Azunara angled herself to keep it pinned, pressing her front paws on its muzzle and sitting on its chest. “Bad dragon! Sit! Stay! Down!” She commanded it, and it squeaked in pain. She lashed out, and satisfied it wouldn’t bother her anymore, checked on the bronze dragon.
The shadow had faded from its hide with the Corrupter’s death. It was breathing shallowly, and Azunara didn’t feel too good herself. “Help. Gotta get help.” She said softly, digging in her bags for her hearthstone. She wondered vaguely what Stormwind’s policy on dragons was, placing one paw on the dragon, the other pressing down on the stone.
It was supposed to be a normal day. The sun was shining, the beasts were calm, everything seemed just right. This was the thought of Jenova Stoneshield, Stable Master of Stormwind City. She ended up dead wrong when the cat and her…strange companion teleported into the middle of the grassy grounds, right in the pen with the spider. It skittered out irritably, joining the pen with Barnaby the wolf, who just didn’t care. Jenova looked at the pair, blinking. “Aye, my head is going to hurt.” She said, sighing.
Azunara glanced at the stable master, grinning sheepishly. Her cousin was a huntress, and they seemed the most trustworthy. Luckily, the guards were off-duty, so no one noticed the unusual group. Azunara rapidly explained the situation, and Jenova nodded, “Lemme get me bandages, we’ll fix ‘em right up.”
His head hurt, but the unbearable pain was otherwise gone. He blinked, opening his eyes and noticed multiple things at once. One, at some point instinct had kicked in and he was in his human form. Two, his wounds were either bandaged or healed. Three, there was a druid inches from his face, looking extremely worried. “Wha-what is going on?” He mumbled in confusion, sitting upright, much to his head’s protest.
The druid quickly explained her rescue mission, recounting the story. “Ah, good to know Chromie wouldn’t let a fledgling like me die. Of course…I wonder what the rest of my Flight thinks. Or if they know I’m alive…” He groaned, resting his head on his knees.
Azunara tilted her head, “Well. If you have nowhere to go, you should come with me! It’s never boring when I’m around, that’s what my cousin says. Besides, you’re still hurt. And I don’t think you can stay here longer, the stable master needs more room.”
The human blinked, and then broke into a grin. “You’re absolutely insane. But you’re right. I can’t stay here longer. And I owe you, druid. My name is Kozridormu, and I pledge myself to your protection.”
Azunara shook her head, “I’m Azu, and you don’t have to be so weird and formal. You’re my friend. Come on, I know this great sunning spot! Wanna go check it out?” The human smiled bemusedly, and the druid bolted out, her new friend following.
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