It's cheesy and probably not very good at all, but I thought maybe someone would care to read it Let me know what you think!---
“I can’t find Bastienne.”
Those were the last words any father wanted to hear — much less one who was sound asleep, shrouded in a veil of darkness and hand-woven bed sheets. Constantyne’s mind began to race through a sleepy fog, struggling to process the words that had just spilled from his wife’s lips.
His eyelids sprang open, the greenish glow beneath them alive with a feared frenzy. His love hovered just above him, her yellowed eyes wide and bright within the blackness of their bedroom.
“I can’t find her,” Whitnee gasped, her voice trembling as her wolfish features gave way to human ones, dark fur giving way to the soft pink flesh underneath. Tears leaked from the corners of her now-emerald eyes and a small gasp escaped her lips. “I can’t find her, Constantyne, she’s not in bed, she’s not anywhere…”
He tried to speak but found that his voice was gone, parched in the pit of his throat. Fear slunk down each ridge of his spine before engulfing his entire body, bringing his lithe muscles to life. “No,” he choked, slinging the sheets away and scrambling to his feet. From the foot of the bed, his large black wolf stirred, eyeing her master with a curious — if not concerned — whine.
The noise, however, fell on deaf ears. In the dark, Constantyne groped blindly for his bow, fearing the worst and consumed with rage to slay whatever being dared touch his precious little girl. By the Light, if she was hurt…
He wouldn’t allow those thoughts to enter his mind any farther. Constantyne’s fingers closed around the smooth wood and he yanked it into his grasp, clutching it to his side as he bolted from the bedroom as fast as his muscular legs would carry him. His four-legged partner followed close on his heels, ready for the chase.
Never in his life had such a short distance — the one between the bedroom and the front door — seemed so endless. Visions of red-eyed demons and bloodthirsty dragons raced through his mind, making his heart pound so furiously he felt it would burst forth from his chest. Was this the sort of sheer terror his father felt when he raced through Silvermoon, undead ghouls grasping at his heels?
Shirtless, sweaty, and clinging steadfast to the weapon in his grasp, Constantyne jostled the door open with his free hand. There was no war waging outside on the streets of Dalaran, as he half-expected. There wasn’t so much as a spider skittering across the cobblestone.
No, there was his little daughter standing in the moonlight, a toothless grin plastered to her face and a length of rope in her hand. The opposing end was looped around the neck of one of the family’s incredibly displeased-looking hawkstriders.
“Bastienne,” Constantyne gasped, his heart pounding in his ears as his bow fell limply to his side. Beside him, Whitney’s snarled lips fell to a close over her teeth, and she looked up at her master as if to say, ‘You woke me up for this?’
“Daddy!” the little girl exclaimed, her eyes aglow with glee. With boartails bouncing, Bastienne skipped to her father, dragging the annoyed fowl along with her. The creature let out a low, disgruntled squawk as Bastienne proudly proclaimed, “Looky daddy, I’m a hunter like you now!”
Even with his heart still firmly lodged in his throat, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Constantyne couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his lips.
“Yes you are, my darling,” he said with a grin, setting his bow aside in favor of scooping his daughter into his arms. As she buried her face into his warm chest, he quickly slid the piece of rope off of the hawkstrider’s slender neck, and offered the beast an apologetic smile. “You know,” he continued, nuzzling the top of Bastienne’s head, “That’s quite the catch for someone so small. I started with lizards.”
“Really?” Bastienne giggled, bursting with pride at the thought of such an accomplishment.
“Mmhmm,” Constantyne smiled, wrapping his arms tight around her tiny little body. For a moment he simply stood there, holding her in a tight embrace and rocking her slowly back and forth. His lips brushed against her forehead and the elf wondered how he could have ever survived, should something have happened to his baby girl. “You scared your mother and I, do you know that?” he whispered, hugging her close. “I really wish you could have waited to become a hunter some other time.”
Bastienne stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “But I had to do it now, daddy,” she pouted defiantly, as if it were utterly ridiculous that her father had made such a statement. “I had to sneak up on them.”
Constantyne laughed and kissed her again, beaming down at his child as she peered up at him from the safeness of his chest. “Already practicing hunting techniques. That’s my girl,” he crooned. “Next thing I know, you’ll be taming dragons.”
“Ooh!” Bastienne squealed. “I want to tame a dragon! Can we tame dragons next, daddy? Please?”
“Of course we can,” Constantyne said, smiling, as he turned to carry her inside. “But when we do, let’s wait for some daylight, shall we?”
Thank you again! I have just fallen in love with Constantyne having a daughter; I'm having so much fun building that relationship between the two of them. Once again - thank you!
