#lord-itharius

SLOW DOWN THERE SATAn (why u do dis i’m gonna weep)

Luna was tied to a chair in a dark room, her fair face blackened and bruised. Whoever these people were, they wanted to make sure she was in pain before they killed her. 

She was sat in front of a window, which showed her a room with another chair in it. The door in the other room opened suddenly, and she saw Itharius being carted in by a large, burly man with pale, pockmarked skin and red eyes. 

"Itharius!" She called to him, struggling against her bonds. The green dragon’s blue eyes met hers, and he called back to her, only to be interrupted with a swift strike to the face. 

Luna strained against the thick ropes that held her as they sat him down and continued to beat him bloody. She screamed his name, over and over again until it was just a mixed garble of what it once was, the tears streaming down her cheeks in constant, hot runnels. Itharius slumped in his chair, and was still.

The pale skinned man kicked the green dragon off of the chair to the floor, and sneered at the dragoness, before opening the door again. This time, it was Asha who was being forced into the chair. Luna noted that they had cracked off his antlers, as the man who shoved him in had a patch of bloody gauze over his eye. 

They did the same with Asha as they did with Itharius, beating him brutally with iron knuckles until the druid crumpled and went still. Luna was screaming so loudly her throat hurt, and she gave herself burn marks where she was struggling to break free of the ropes around her wrists and ankles. 

Finally, they brought in Lystrasz, who had a black eye and a large gash on his forehead. His eyes met Luna’s, and he looked to the two dead men on the floor. 

He strained against the ropes that pinned his arms to his sides and his wrists to each other, but the men who shoved him into the chair headbutted him so hard he stumbled and almost fell. 

Once again, they struck Lystrasz until he slouched in the chair and fell to the floor. 

Lunastrasza was utterly broken. Tears were pouring down her cheeks. Her throat was raw from screaming, her wrists and ankles red and cracked from struggling. 

(im gonna do a drabble about this ok)

Lunastrasza was perched next to Terystrasza, both in their Draconic forms, within the Ruby Dragonshrine. They were merely enjoying each other’s company in a comfortable silence, watching the red scaled beasts flutter through the air elegantly. 

Lunastrasza, honestly, had never been happier. Itharius had returned to her, Lystrasz and her had become consorts, Asha had proposed to her. Terystrasza and Chirustrasza had been found. It almost seemed too good to be true. 

Suddenly the skies above them darkened, and screams of terror were heard. A large, cracking boom caused Luna to jolt. She had seen this before. On her wedding day.

No. She thought simply.

Then she saw him. Saw the one that she thought had perished all those years ago at the Maelstrom. The one who had taken her consort and her children, her surrogate father, her brothers, her own right eye. 

Deathwing emerged from the smoky clouds, molten orange-red eyes burning in fury as he locked onto the white dragoness. “Tery, go, now!" Lunastrasza snapped at her daughter. Terystrasza looked back at her with wide blue eyes. ‘I will not leave you, mother!"

Deathwing swooped down, tattered wings flapping only a few times. “It has been far too long, little pearl. A shame you will not be able to repeat what you did so long ago…at the Maelstrom.”

Terystrasza watched the Aspect of Death with a stunned expression on her pale face. 

"Tery—" Luna began but was cut off as her daughter was surrounded by an inferno. There was no scream from her daughter. Just a flash of flame…and then nothing.

"TERY! No…No, Light be damned….no…" Lunastrasza wept, her glimmering eyes turning back to Deathwing. “You…you bastard. YOU BASTARD!” She screamed, leaping at him.

They struggled for a while, but then Deathwing wrapped a paw around her neck,holding her against the massive tree at the center of the shrine. Luna squirmed and clawed and bit but it was no use. He was too strong.

Reaching up his free paw, he extended a long, sharp, dark claw…

Just as he poked it into Luna’s left eye, she jolted up in bed, tears and sweat pouring down her face. She was trembling fiercely, and her breathing came in quick, heavy gasps.

Itharius lay next to her, dead to the world in a deep slumber. She slid out of bed and went down the hallway to Terystrasza’s room, opening the door quietly and seeing her daughter sleeping in her bed. Letting out a relieved sigh, Luna went to her and knelt next to the bed, stroking Tery’s silvery white hair gently.