#alaerya

"Give me your knives."

The Blood Fathered extended his hand, palm up. He held it even with his chest, eyes focused in on the tight expression of the Rogue female as she glared at him, disbelief apparent in her gaze as he made the request.

"Exc--"

Val'thalore stopped her before she could continue; an infamous movement that placed his broad form nearly atop of his target, barrel chest nearly pressing against her leather-clad body as the fel-taint in his gaze flared violently, staring hard down at her shrinking form.

"If I do not have every knife in your possession, I will assure you that every sword that I can fathom with the arcane will be summoned inside of your body."

Alaerya nearly snarled, she almost wished that he would just impale her - She wasn't quite sure what was going on lately; just a building defiance, a generating stockpile of self-reliance... It was a vicious toxin that she had no cure for. She knew better than to question the Blood Father further, rather lowering her head to break her defiant stare and proceeding to release every hidden blade from her figure.

LEGAL NAME: Alaerya Eversilk (Alaerya Sunvein)  NICKNAME[S]: Alae, Fire, Maid DATE OF BIRTH: February 21st GENDER | SPECIES: Female, Sin’dorei PLACE OF BIRTH: Quel’thalas CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: An apartment on the outskirts of Silvermoon SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Orcish, a small smattering of common from a decent education. OCCUPATION: Thief, assassin, spy.  CRIMINAL RECORD: None that she;s been caught for at least. DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Yes, sometimes, no. LIKE[S]: Drinking, mates, killing, fighting. DISLIKE[S]: Most Undead, her blood relations, having people know anything about her. FEAR[S]: Not being good enough, uselessness, helplessness.

{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N } HAIR COLOUR: Blue black EYE COLOUR: Fel Green. HEIGHT: 6"1 TATTOOS: The blade crossed sun on her back. 

((Doing my own prompt thing! :D))

The shaking of her bed, and a dull boom brought Alaerya to consciousness before a rough shaking did. She jumped out of bed, reaching for the dagger she kept under her pillow and then landing on her feet in one smooth move. The dust falling from the stone wall was slower to react than she.

"Fucken' aye, Eversilk." A being with a robotic male voice was standing in front of her. He was shorter than her, clad in the most interesting and bulky dull black armour she had ever seen.  Alaerya frowned. How did he know her old last name? His helmet covered his entire face, and her own reflected back off it. Should couldn't tell who he was.

'Like a titan construction...' the Rogue thought. Another being in similar attire barged through, she could tell by the way whoever it was stopped that they were staring at her. Wh- Oh. Right.

"Stop sleepin' naked El-tee. You're distractin'!" It was a female voice this time, slightly mechanised. Was it coming through the helmet? 

A siren started blaring and she ducked out of sheer reflex. "What in the...?"

"COVVIE!" The first male shouted at her, she grabber her roughly by the arm and dragged her down the hallway. She kept up, and as he and the female broke into a sprint so did she, one arm tucked around her bare chest for support. What in the flying fuck of an orcs left testicle was going on? The two slammed to a halt, one of them pressing buttons, a door opened and she ran in. The female was right after her. The male was not. A flash of sickly green light passed the door and then it closed.

"DAMNIT!" The female slammed a fist into the wall, turning most of the lights in the room off. "Fuck. Gear up Lieutenant, this ain't time to get your pretty face carved up more." Alae turned, and found herself in a locker room. Eyes flashed quickly over what seemed to be name tags, and then they settled on hers.

'Lt A. Eversilk.' What the fuck. 

"Just because you wake up pretty doesn't mean we have time for you to do your hair!" Was the female being sarcastic? Either way she got the point. She had no idea who this woman was but she seemed to be the only one who knew what was going on. It seemed the best course of action to follow her orders. Alae ran to the locker in question and ripped it open. Inside seemed to be the same sort of armour that the female was clad in. Somehow the Rogue donned it all. It was a tad heavier than her usual stuff, but not so hard to figure out put on. 

Her ears didn't fit though. She frowned, and the features in question twitched to the sounds of distant rapid gunfire. The frown deepened. Alae got the feeling that her daggers wouldn't do the trick for whatever was going on. Good thing she had basic gun training. Now only to get one.

The female pressed what looked like a rectangle with random hole cut out into her hands, Alae's hands seemed to find themselves curling around certain protruding features of the thing. Was this a weapon? She shrugged.

The female motioned her over to crouch on the other side of the door. hand signals indicating that the rogue was to cover her six. Alae nodded, her left hand was curled around the front part, near what looked to be a muzzle, and her right sat itself near the trigger. A quick fiddle, and she flipped the safety off with only a small thought as to how she knew that.

"Ready?"

"Yes ma'am." 

Whenever she was bone-tired, or had just completed a particularly messy job, Alaerya would trek it to the northern coast of Quel'thalas, to this secluded little cove that had those gorgeous trees overhanging a small creek, like willows would. Sometimes, she would slowly strip off every piece of clothing, and other times the rogue would just jump in in full gear and wash it as she went.

This time it was the former, her armour was strewn on the ground, as was every piece of underclothing had on. One dagger was with the pile, the other was thrust into the group near the shore. A third dagger had found itself strapped to her upper thigh, a place any sentient being could be jealous of.

With a groan of pleasure, the woman stepped slowly into the creek until she was knee deep. She savoured the luke-warm water as it hit her skin, toes curled into the sand. In the pale moonlight, her ass looked fucking great and her scars looked almost non existant. It was toned, from all her running and jumping, and the wiry strength Alae held was evident in the shifting muscles that traveled up her back as she stretched.

A grin crossed her features; full blood red lips looking washed out in the pale light. With a sudden whoop she leapt in, and a splash cut her lilting voice off.

Content to soak there for as long as she needed, the rogue lazily lapped up and down the river slowly. The water must have had healing properties, and she would swear it to any who asked, it always unwound her and calmed her mind.

A final lap upstream, and Alae stopped, the water cradled her fit figure snugly, lifting it up. With a deep breath she laid back, letting the current carry her downstream. Her hair spread out, acting much like the shadows she used for her work, tendrils curing and bobbing in the stream. Her hair was getting longer, she needed the black locks cut back to a workable size.

With another deep breath, one that lifted her droplet covered chest out of the water, came a sound that she was definitely not expecting. She dropped fast. Faster than the eye could really track. The river covered where she had been, and to anything on the bank she would only look like a weirdly shaped rock.

Fel-glowing eyes opened. She could see only a distorted surface. Nothing was there.

Alaerya was sure she had heard something.

Slowly, unblinking, she rose. Lips parted slightly, hair pushed back, she scanned the area.

Nothing.

What the hell was going on? This wasn't the first time she had heard something that shouldn't have been there, or seen something out of the corner of her eyes that had disappeared the moment she looked for it. Was she being stalked?

A hand went to the dagger strapped to her thigh, and she drew it slowly, treading water, waiting.

Minutes passed, and then half an hour. After nearly an hour the Rogue narrowed her eyes, then walked towards the bank; donning all of her clothes after a good shake.

“Would you –stop-?!” Alaerya snapped, trying yet again to stab Cynthael as he danced out of her reach.

“Babydoll, why the violence?” Cynthael laughed with blatant disregard for her attempts on his life. “Sweetheart, babycakes, muffin, darling, beautiful lady…”

“Yes, you know I love it when you do that,” the woman growled back, lunging at him again.

“Almost as much as when I do this?” Cynthael caught her hand and disarmed her with a quick twist, dipping her down as if they were performing an intimate tango. His face drew closer to hers and he could see the murderous rage burning brightly in her eyes. Her body stiffened as his lips came close to brushing against her own. Then suddenly, he dropped her into an unceremonious heap on the ground. Thud.

“Oops.”