#danoria

Keladrae ached to the bone and also felt empty. Months passed and nothing could take away the memory of what had come to pass. She couldn’t bring herself to go into the nursery, or look at the beautiful fountain that still danced at her bedside table. She sat in her chair by the fire, lonely in her room. Just her breath and the cracking of burning wood filled the room. She wished it did not.

Were it not for Dani, she would have ended herself long ago. Dani needed her more than ever now. But Dani would come home to no baby brother to love, as Kel had hoped she would. They had won, and the final piece of her lover gone. The enemy danced and drank to the death of a child while his mother now grieved far away in the woods of her beloved country that she fought for.

Kel sat in her chair, letters half finished and scattered on the floor. After a long time of being away, who could she call on when they most likely thought her dead too. They had warned her. Azuriann had told her to stay away from Keto. This was the price paid and she was left penny less twice over. Even after years of the man being dead, they had hunted the child too. She was too complacent and she paid that price too.

Kel reaches a hand into the stacked wood and tossed a log into the flames. If she built up this fire, would it finally take her too?

No, Dani needed her. She would not loose Dani too. Instead, she sat on the cold stone floor and stirred the flames.

Dee was conflicted, it had been rather a trip for her. A sensation she was not akin to understanding fully as easily as it used to me. Anore was her new home, and they had accepted her. To the extent as one can fathom. Azuriann from this trip has been so kind, and understanding, letting her take time to learning and understanding the rights and wrongs, Same with Kel, she always tried to help her when things were difficult to understand.

A̲̲ͭr̲ͤͭeͦͭ͜ t᷈ͭͅh̛ͭ᷈e̜ͭ͢y̌ͭ̄ R̘̣ͭe᷊͌ͭâ̺ͭl̵ͭ̚l̙̒ͭyͭ᷀͟,ͩͭ̓ F̨̦ͭa᷾ͭͮm̈́ͭͬi̾ͭ͏l̰᷀ͭy̆ͭ͜?̃ͭ͘

That voice, always the voices, like an insidious crawling in her mind, that other presence. She stares at her journal, of her trials. From the boat ride, the strain, the journey to working with the Ramkahen, Tol’vir and many other clans of these feline sort of four legged people.She’d return to writing what memories she could fathom were reality in her mind.

She glances over towards the pyramid like designs, something left over by the Titan’s, a design in which was so powerful yet at the wrong time was so fragile, unstable and by far dangerous. She runs a gloved finger along it’s surface as she pondered.

K̽̽͟i͖͋᷈l̲̱̝l̩̯̂ T᷊᷀̽h̹̼ͨeͪ̌͘m̳᷂ͨ,͏̶͖ T᷆͒ͥh̬͙̹͡e̳̖ͤy̦̙᷁ w̖̔̀i᷿̍̄ḽ̆͐l͚̎᷈͢ inevitably B̓᷈ͥẹ͐̄t͔̝̩r̲᷅͢a̟ͮ͏y̸͖̓̍ uͧ̍͠s̯̊̂.͏͏͞

She shook her head, she couldn’t, Kel was her new mother, Azuriann her guardian. Veli, Nora, Maz, everyone. Galve and Ugakk and Elle. She couldn’t hurt them, she loved her new family. She treasured them, didn’t she?

Ť͕᷈h̖͕͙e̟͕᷈y w͓͕᷁i͏͕̠l͕̭͋l͕̄᷅ betray y͕̘̋o͕͜͠ũ̵͕,͈͕͊ l͕͚̀i͕͑̈k͕̬̕e͕͚͋ e͕̔̊v͕͇᷇e͕᷈᷁r͕͗̕y͕̯ͮo͕ͮ̚n͎͕᷀e͕̫ͭ e͕͉̍l͕̠᷅s̨͕᷆e᷿͕͍ d͕ͯͦo͕͐͜e̠͕͌s͓͕᷂.̴̢͕ W̮͕ͫi͕͂͂l̟͕̗ľ͕̝ t̹͕ͅh͕ͬͧe᷿͕͟y͕ͣ᷉ l͕͈̅o̟͕̗v͕ͧ͘e͕͙͛ y͕̟̔o̻͕̣u͕̬͠?̨͕᷅ O̵͕̱r͕̣̔ d͕̍᷆e̖͕̎s͕ͦͬp͕͝͏i͕᷆̒s͕̐̄e̯͕͢ y͏͕̑o̡͕ͫu͕ͫ͑.͕̫̆.̝͕̱.͕̿ͣ.̢͕̠

She clutches at her head, as she looks at one of the mirrors in the room, staring up at a reflection of a gaunt grim faced woman, that was herself. Her eyes full of anguish and hate, as she stared at Dee. Dani was always angry, she hated everything about Dee Dee, she knew that. She always tried to destroy what Dee Dee tried to accomplish.

W̵᷊͑ĥ͍͘ẙ̻̾ ị̻ͤs̢͑͊ ĭ̢̋t͑̓͜ a̯̎᷃l̞᷾ͥw̹̘ͯǎ̹̂y͔͒͆s̩̖̿,͖᷀ͨ a̜ͯ͂l̘᷊͊w̜̉᷃a̤̤͠y̼ͪ͒ş̞̠ y͉͛̓o͇᷀̽ṳ᷈̆ ṭ̘͔h͇̣̞a̲͌͟ţ̶̕ i̺᷁̂s̝̪̜ l̡̥͠ȍ͍͠v͈́᷾e̮͊ͫd͎̑᷉.̴᷉̊.̱᷿̋.̲̈᷇

She stares at herself, the woman behind the reflection, “ Because Dee Dee is here to lovey love...Dani, Dee Dee loves everyone...” She reply to herself, as she reaches out touching the surface of the glass,” Even you...”

Dani stares back, staring long and hard, then towards the hand along the surface of the glass. She’d reach out, and touch along the surface.

I͓̠᷃͝͝͝͝ H́̔͢͝͝͝͝a᷊̕͝͝͝͝ͅť̤̦͝͝͝͝e͉̥͓͝͝͝͝ Y̎ͣ᷉͝͝͝͝o͓᷉͝͝͠͝͝uͣ̅ͦ͝͝͝͝.͖͟͝͝͝͠͝.̣̭ͣ͝͝͝͝.̩̀᷾͝͝͝͝

“I love you...”

The two stared at each other from their respective sides, then slowly, Dani faded, leaving Dee to face herself. She see’s the tears in her reflection. And looks down sadly, someday, maybe the four could find a grounds together...but that road may not come anytime soon. 

Everything was set up, was placed and ready, as the medic went about the room. Gazing upon her mother in a mixture of joy and of sorrow. She was thrilled the broodmother was returned to her, it felt so long, so very long since she laid eyes upon her.

She applies the needles, the injections, to make sure the woman slept peacefully. She did not wish the mother to awaken, oh no no no, that would not do. She did not need her mother tearing through Silvery moon moon. No none indeed.

She sits alongside her on the bed, gazing down upon the female, Veu’zal, stood nearby, glowing, watching and overseeing what is to be seen between the two, the elven woman smiles, leaning down. Rasping as she giggles within her respirator. The cowl was back, the goggles off, gazing.

She reached a hand down, stroking along her hair, so long, so very long, the ordeal was disorienting, she couldn’t remember much of it. But she pushed it aside. As she giggles, peering down upon Kytaera bloodravager now mending and recovering.

“ Momma’s back...back from death...hehee....welcome home momma~...” She says tenderly rasping, as she sits there, alongside Tae. She stayed by here. All night long, and day, as she would work upon bringing perfection back to her flesh, and seeing about the contamination that now was within her body.

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Everything, was lost, empty if not void in the lil medically adept Apothocary...she was at her wit’s ends. having lost so many loved ones. People she desired only their love, their attention...all for naught. She wander’s Tureem from time to time, even meandering out on her own. Staff in hand, her robes on, she would move along. 

More often than anything, she would come back bruised, battered, scraped up, bandages all over, she sighs from her respirator. Her addiction to her dust of the arcane mixture now what helps to numb her mind of the pain. The only things to accompany her, in the dark, dank nights, where the fog settles, and the night air is chill...are the crows, the flying messanger’s of death, the voice of those who would speak the toll that chimes the end...yet no end ever found her. No demon, no orc crossed her way, nothing, and thus her broken heart suffered more, and more...

One day, she wander’s into the place where Kytaera had her room, in Tuurem, looking around. Her sister, as she called her, would be off somewhere. She had the room to herself, her thoughts to herself...looking over what was left of mother’s things...mother...she almost laughed, the woman had never truly acknowledged her as a daughter...she never did, not even to the end...that’s what hurt so much, she would never have the chance.

but her eyes, her eyes look towards the table, where she noted mothers violin, how long had she herself since played? She walks over, taking it up in her bandaged hand. As she’d walk out with it, walking along the path as she had her thoughts. She went towards her building, and would pack up her things. What she would need, as she would head off, away from the others.

She was a burden, nothing but baggage they needed no more, there was work to be done, as she reaches up to adjust her respirator.She puts everything on her mount, leaving a note for anyone who cared.

“good bye...”

Was all that would be written, in blood, the medic saying her final farewell to the remnants of the Bloodravager’s. She cast one last look towards where the other’s rested...they didn’t need her, they had the female orcess to tend them...twas time to move on.

 Moving along the trail, her foot falls soft, paced. In the dark of night, the ravens, those of the night her companions...her guide to her madness. She would play the melody now, slow, sorrowful, her heart put into the melody as she walked into the distance, back towards home, where memories awaited.

The crows, the ravens would pause from time to time, to listen to this sad melody, guiding her way. As she went, heading on home, her stead carrying what she took with her. The woman looks one last time to the night sky, her eyes gazing upon the distance, as she took in everything.

Her hand subconsciously reaching up, to touch her necklace, where Visp’s, the walls stone item was wired too, along with Zaytan’s tusk...two dear treasures. She also add’s the small crystal vial of Tae’s blood to it. Three treasures she will always carry. Along with mother’s violin...

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Dee would blink, rather surprised at the sensation that would go along her scalp, she tilts her head, keeping still as She Felt the woman she called mother attempt this course of action. She never had her hair braided, or done up in any way.

But she wasn't going to complain," Your mother? What was she like?" She would ask curiously in her soft voice, she'd never had a mother, but for once, in this long journey, she was feeling happy, very happy that Mother Kytaera was talking to her. Something she could treasure, a moment in time.

Dee awoke slowly from the haze. her body in pain, tho nothing compared to the agony her neck had to offer. Her body flayed, she closes her eyes. Focusing on the sensation she felt. Her back, was the most prominent result from last night...the memories recollecting to her mindset...

Bound up an hung up, naked in the Frostridge tempeture, the words of what Molt spoke still sound in her ear. She could not fathom to understand that one. he was to unpredictable, and far to impulsive to his rage. She sighs through her Respirator, the soft glow illuminating the room she was in.

She recalled the looks, the stares, the people eying her body openly or from discomfort. She clenches her fists, as she slowly rises. Rasping in the sudden flair of pain along her spine. Her uncle had made a point of something, what she did not know. She swore in silence as she adjusts her hair. 

Custo, her beloved assistant walks over. The massive blueish construct peers to her, awaiting in silence, as does Sciss. It's counter part, but in red. Exhaling, then slowly inhaling the alchemically treated Arcane Dust. her blue eyes flare.

This was something to over come, a challenge to take up, she would stand again, an win mothers love, she hurt. Not from her physical, but her emotional wounds. The look of her mothers gaze, the reactions as of late...She will stand again.

Slowly she rises, wincing after far to long laying in place. The cloth along her back seeping slowly a soft red. She motions, as she would head towards her clothes. Dressing, taking up the gift of the Naaru, the staff she was given by the Sha'tari, crafted for her, along with the book. To write her sigils to voice her magic...Even after all this, all the pain, the suffering, she WILL achieve her goal.

Even if it was from the ground up again...

Even when those around herself now saw her differently...

Even if the world hated what she does, an what she was born as...

Dee stands there, staring upon the parchment left upon her door, the base seemed lonelier, colder, the warmth she felt along her skin in these large catacomb like halls, were slowly making her feel alone.

Everyone seemed to be leaving, or dying, and she could do nothing, was there no way to mend the family? She needed to find an answer, find what she could possibly do, yet the voices...

"Your Quel'dorei filth"

"Your not horde."

"Traitor."

The voices rambled on from the depth of her mind, she tried to cover her ears, from those invading, harsh, cryptic voices, but no matter what, no matter what she did, they came, again and again.relentless, never ending, these voices would come. 

She wanted some, needed someone, her broken heart was near a breaking point, so fragile, so frail, her mind on a fine line it felt to herself. She ignored the idea's, the many options, looking to her equipment, she shakes her head, and rises, looking at the various forms, that her eyes seemed to see. 

Doppleganger's of herself, all in stages of herself that talk to her, pity, anger, contempt, amusement, always shifting from each of their expressions, these forms watch her now, and always found the words to speak in a grimy, unified voice.

Dee smiles, a soft warm smile, that held a cold gaze upon the first creation of her manufacturing in the heart of the facility, she was giddy with joy. What she learned, she unlocked, even uncovered from the testings. This was far beyond her own comprehension. She watches the creation as it lumbered in its cell.

Standing well over three men high, as broad as that of the northern land's Mammoths. It was the prime of power, of strength, she looked to the custom clamps for it's hands. It watched her, from the visor of it's helm, the steam venting from it's enclosed mask. She felt better, all her frustration as of lately, now placed within a creation. 

She stands there staring, watching, examining it. Her green eyes, watchful, but she touches along her face as she is reminded, she shakes her head, then hears a curious sound, a growl that ended in a mewl. She looks to her creation, as it opens and closes it's clamps, trying to guess then it hit her, it was...hungry?

She watches and goes over to a spot, tapping a few keys, a lever, a hose comes down, where she watches it grasp the hose, bringing it to it's helm, to the side of it's face, where it connects and begins to feed. She smiles, as it gets its taste, its fill. Smiling as it finishes and she then looks to another spot, she was thinking, deep in though, looking to her Assistants, she moves to the door, and hits the open key, stepping inside, as she looks to the creature, and peers up at it as it drops to clamps and knees before her, staring.