Dreven

Well, here went nothing. "The dungeon is blocked off," I growled simply, trying to hold back a sneer of course. Ok, yes, I was being an asshole, but this was amusing. She looked up at me, jumping slightly, because I hadn't been there moments before. Obviously she hadn't expected me to surprise her like that, which was icing on the cake. A day had passed since we had made our 'deal'. The hunteress had been training all day with her pet, Loki. Clearly she was 'ready' for combat. Humans and their pride....what?

Anyway, she scowled at me for a moment. "We had a deal. Blocking me off won't--" she started, but I interrupted her.

"That's not what I meant. Arthas sent part of his army to destroy you. He knows you're here," I lied again. As expected, she didn't buy it.

Eeri glared me down and muttered, "You expect me to believe that bullshit? How does he know I'm here at all?"

"Are you daft, human? You flew all about Icecrown and have an immense amount of power, defeated his puppet king, and such like that. Your power is abundantly clear, and he fears you. Are you going to listen to me, or not?"

Finally, she looked unsure and slowly nodded. "Well, we can fight them off then..." she tried, voice unwavering despite her uncertainty. I gave her a smirk, flashing my fangs.

"I plan on it. Don't get yourself killed," I responded smoothly. With that, all hell broke loose. And I had complete control over the situation, of course. Drawing my sword, I sliced a few ghouls in two, planning on reanimating them later. From the corner of my eye, I watched her fight.

She wasn't like any hunter I'd ever seen before. First of all, she fought with daggers rather than a bow. Yet, she was rather skilled with them. I had no idea how these world transfers worked, but apparently she gained some sort of power without training. Well lucky her, some of us have to put work into that sort of thing, hm? Anyway, her butchery was impressive. Her wolf lunged alongside her, allowing detrimental double attacks. The undead army kept coming and falling to her blades. It was time to step it up a notch.

Suddenly, a Behemoth of flesh towered over her, some rotting meat falling off of him in chunks. He was my personal friend, an abomination. Back when I actually fought against the scourge, he fought as a blood elf side by side. Both of us had been extremely skilled with weapons, me with a sword, him with an axe. Except, when Arthas demanded our deaths, my comrade was literally ripped to shreds. The Lich King didn't want to waste such a powerful soul--so he put it into an abomination. We've been keeping each other company ever since. Too bad he got the short end of the stick.

I saw him lift his hook and smirked. The 'poor' hunter would definitely be scared out of her mind...

Eeri

They were falling like flies. I felt my electrical wolf lunge with me, matching my every move. We were a two-soul pack, and a great one at that. Hell, we could possibly take an entire army. Erm well...might have that is. Unfortunately I just had to get interrupted.

I felt something slam me from the side and looked down. A giant hook had barely missed plunging into my stomach; rather, it'd encircled my waist. I stared at it, for a brief second confused, before it dawned on me. No time to scream, I was jerked back as the wind was knocked from me. A giant meaty hand wrapped around my torso and lifted me to the gruesome face that made me cry out in pure horror.

His bloated head was all stitched together. His skin was a very pale blue, and one of his eyes was swollen to the point of bursting. Looking down, I saw that his large body rolled with fat and his entire chest was ripped to display his rib-cage and still heart. At this point I was so afraid that I couldn't make a sound.

As the abomination brought me close to his mouth, I felt not fear, but rage. No...I couldn't die this way. I refused to! I let out a loud roar and pulled my arms out of his grasp. I bared my teeth, feeling ears poke out of my head and a tail lashing from behind me. I was in bestial wrath again as a giant fox I was able to reach my front legs just enough to slice his bulging eye. It spattered when I sliced open the delicate skin.

Its scream filled my ears, making me flatten them. I howled in pain as green liquid, which I assumed was blood, spilled all over me. I was dropped and shook on impact. Nothing was broken, but everything was searing. I was back to normal, but now my skin was covered in acid burns. Loki lunged at me and licked away as much as possible, which indeed helped. He was immune to this, but I wasn't? Damn it.

That wasted too much time, and the scourge was closing in. Unfortunately, I was defenseless to it. I covered my face in a feeble attempt to save myself but felt claws sink into my skin and drag down. Warm blood spilled from the lacerations, forming a pool below me. More claws sliced, and more hisses and shrieks sounded out from all around me. The dizziness took over, and all I could see was a white haze.

"Lok...lok..." I managed to whisper, reaching out to him. He was next to me, limp and on his side. He was torn up terribly as well, his blood matted and his fur all clumped up. No electrical shock ran through him, which was a worrisome sign. I coughed up blood and laid my head down. Well, I'd My eyes slowly closed as I fell into darkness.

*****

Cold...too cold. I awoke with a start, choking somewhat on air. Looking around wildly, I noticed myself in chains. Loki was chained up as well. Wait...Loki?! I strained against the chains to get a better look of him. The wolf was just barely breathing and he was dimly lit up by small amounts of lightning. A shred of hope struck me when I realized he was alright.

But...what'd happened? I shivered as I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It was the dungeon, and I appeared to be locked up once again. Why so? What happened to Drev? Perhaps Arthas won here and left me to die.

Pain filled my body as I tried to stand. I screamed at the intensity of it and had to sit back down. OK...I needed to figure things out. "Loki?" I called out in a weak voice. The wolf's ears twitched, but he didn't stir. I decided to let him rest.

All of a sudden, my stomach growled loudly. I jumped at my own hunger, finally taking notice of it. I hadn't eaten in four days, I realized, not even when visiting Dalaran. Which was a huge problem, of course.

The smell of stew filled my nostrils as my mouth began to water. I looked up to see a giest, or a zombie with a large closed sac over its head, galloping at me while holding something in his hand. He moved by leaping forward, with his two legs bent and his free arm supporting him on the ground. He was covered in tight, dirty clothing from head to toe. Only one gigantic bloodshot eyeball stared out from the small hole in the sac.

Rather than cower or scream, I stared at him dead on. He stopped in front of me and placed the object on the ground. It was...a bowl full of soup? My eyes widened in want and surprise. I didn't hesitate or think. Like a mindless beast did I grab the bowl, drinking in the soup and eating the contents as fast as possible. I barely tasted it, though I assumed it was chicken and rice. Just as soon as I had started, I was done.

Now my focus fell on the undead. "Why am I here?" I demanded in question. "Are you planning on torturing me?" I added, unable to hide the stress in my voice.

The geist had a hollow, dry voice as he talked. "No. I'm under orders to guard you while master is away," he responded. His eye moved left and right as if looking for something.

"Master?" I growled, wanting clarification. The geist blinked.

"Prince Dreven is away launching an attack against Arthas," he muttered. Interesting. What had that attack been back there? As if reading my mind, the undead man said,"The scourge army was vanquished, and you were spared by master. He told me to guard you."

I frowned. So the attack had been countered...then why was I still here? "Alright then. So aren't I supposed to be helping him?" I asked.

Let me tell you, some undead just aren't that bright. Dreven might've been very smart, but his minion wasn't. Because the next thing he said revealed those bastard's lies to me. "Master had his minions weaken you. You are not aiding him," came is raspy voice.

And then it clicked. My mouth dropped open in realization. So he'd tricked me into thinking the scourge had targeted me. He'd sent them to get me to the verge of death, then left to fight Arthas himself. Maybe it was to get out of the deal, I don't know. He'd made that deal perhaps just to prevent me from escaping, because he damn well knew I'd do it again. And now he thought it was too late, that I was too weak to get away.

But wait...the geist wasn't supposed to have told me this. So I would've been here, thinking Dreven went after Arthas while I recovered. Why had he prevented me in aiding him? Of course he knew I was skilled in combat. I'd only be helping him. So why hadn't he wanted me to come along?

My head swam with questions, but I knew one thing. I needed to get out, and I needed to stop Arthas for good. Maybe then Dreven would see that I'm not weak, and maybe then I could get rid of him. I know, if I escaped I could just leave that bastard San'layn to Arthas. Was I being too harsh? Oh well.

No time to waste.