#scolaura

Scott McCall x Laura Hale

Laura would probably do anything for Scott. She trusts him more than anyone else in her life, probably more than her siblings, and definitely more than her uncle.

Headcanons under the cut.

  She was Kal'dorei.

  Caelaura, that was her name, right? Scolus would run his hand along his right forearm where a nasty scar rested {the once scaled, silvery flesh now a pinkdeformity} and think upon the instance he had acquired it, not constantly, but often enough that he men would notice the thoughtful expression upon his typically stern features. It had been the oddest circumstance; the female druid had wandered into Spitelash parts, sneaking around amidst the Naga, virtually unnoticed. Scolus, however, was not blind to her presence. Having know for millenia the stealthy ways of the Kal'dorei, he followed her, leaving his second in command in charge of his Raiders, his scales slithering silently along the sandy beach. It did not take long to find her, but the trouble he was about to unleash upon her had already beat him to it.

  A creature of the deep, monstrous and tentacled, had found itself upon the sandy shores of Azshara, and unbeknownst to the Kal'dorei, had begun it’s hunt of the female. Contenting himself to watching her untimely demise, Scolus hid himself between boulders upon the beach, aqua eyes watching closely, carefully.

  There, she had spotted the creature, much too late. As he watched, it was obvious to the Naga that she was a seasoned warrior, her skills at the druidic arts unparalleled by anyone he had witnessed. Each wild swing of the creature’s tentacles, she parried with her own magic, the female almost dancing as she battled her foe. Had she been Naga, he would have been impressed, but the woman was his sworn enemy…

  Until she turned around…the expression on her face the very same as a woman he had once loved…so long ago…

  And suddenly, Scolus found himself racing toward the area of battle, clawed hand reaching for the hilt of his sword, twirling the weapon as he launched his body at the fearsome beast. Reptilian lips were spread in a snarl, baring razor-sharp fangs at the creature. A rumbling vibrated his chest, and a bloodthirsty, almost dragon-like roar echoed in the air, slashing his weapon at the nearest tentacle he could find. The expression upon the druid’s face was one mixed with dread and surprise, but as she saw that the Naga was defending her, her features brightened. Scolus could hear soft voice uttering spells of healing, and soon he felt her magic washing over him as the barbed tentacles of the hellbeast tore at his scales. Hisses escaped his lips with every gash the Naga received, but because of the woman, each cut disappeared.

  Head turned for only a moment, his eyes locking with the woman’s, a heavy limb knocked against his head, the thick tentacle sweeping Scolus off the ground. Hitting the beach with a heavy thud, he blinked his eyes to clear his fuzzy gaze, lip curling as he growled. Though his head pounded with an unmatched ferocity, the shriek of the druid cleared his mind instantly, and he looked up, just in time to see her fly through the air toward him. Hissing as her weight met his, Scolus was able to prevent her any injury by shielding her from the rocks beneath.

  Not even a moment later, the Raider was up again, slithering as fast as possible, weapon clenched in one fist, frost magic materializing in the other. Losing the magic upon the beast, it his precisely where he had aimed, though not without a price; the razor-sharp barb at the end of the creature’s arm sliced through Scolus’ scales, ripping the flesh open upon his forearm with ease. He roared before launching his weapon into the opening maw, rows upon rows of fangs lining the throat. It shrieked in agony before disappearing back into the sea.

  INJURED, but not defeated, shoulders slouched as Scolus took note of his arm, watching red blood pour over gleaming scales. It stung, but he was not concerned; instead his aqua eyes found the Kal'dorei leaning against a boulder, clutching her head with one hand, using the other to heal herself. Those features…everything about the elf’s face screamed familiar, and soon, he found himself hissing, slithering quickly in her direction. Weapon lost to the leviathan, Scolus was unarmed and injured, but his experience outdid her health. With a crunch, his hands had slammed against the boulder on either side of her head, effectively pinning her without any hope for escape.

  "What'ssss your name?“ he demanded, his voice a hissing growl, baring fangs at the defenseless woman. She met his eyes briefly before they dropped to his arm, noticing the injury clear upon his scaly hide.

  “You’re injured,” she merely stated before raising her hands to his silver scale, hovering them above the wound which still bled. He didn’t care, however, and he poked his head forward to get her attention again, aqua eyes boring into her silvery hues.

  “Your n a m e.”

  She huffed, nose wrinkling, anger flashing in her eyes at his demand. There was no getting around his insistence, and being relatively unarmed, herself, he could easily take her back to his camp to be killed. Licking her lips, she slowly met his gaze again, frown tugging at her lips.

  “Caelaura Silverwing.”

  The name stung to Scolus nearly as much as his injury did, but that did not force him to retreat. The surname of a spurned lover from Zin-Azshari…this woman must have been a relative…if not an identical match.

  “And your name, Naga? I would have killed you on the spot…but why murder my savior?”

  Chewing his tongue, he gazed at her, aqua hues narrowing as they bore into her silver eyes. If this were the relative of her, she would know his name.

  “Ssscolusss.” There it was, recognition flickered in her expression, and a triumphant smirk crossed his features, the pair locked together by their unwavering gazes. Her mouth opened in a surprised ‘O’ shape as she looked at him, knowing his name. Knowing the man he had once been. Knowing stories of who he once was.

  “She saw you fall.”

  “She sssaw me injured.” The Kal’dorei averted her gaze back to his arm, watching as the gash did not cease to bleed.

  “May I heal you?” Her voice was soft, like the flap of a butterfly’s wing. He said nothing, but continued to watch. Until slowly, his great, reptilian head nodded.

  It had been ages since he had seen her, since the injury had brought them together. Scolus often wondered where she had gone, and time and time again, he couldn’t believe his eyes if ever he saw her form upon the beaches of Azshara, her inquisitive gaze ever searching.