by Luuhk » Wed Jul 31, 2013 3:05 pm
Silence. There was nothing but silence in her mind now, and such was more maddening than the voice had ever been. With the voice she felt like she was never alone, like there was someone who understood and loved her. Sure her family claimed to love her, but they could never understand how she felt. The only one who understood was Gul’dann, and he was silent.
It was late, but Cha’reth and Meranna sat by the fire companionably. Of all her family members, only her grandmother seemed to understand her unique view about life, but of course Meranna was little more than a walking corpse. She had traded in her chains for leather cuffs a couple of weeks ago, and was now holding the leg of a talbuk as Meranna used a knife to slice strips for jerky. As usual Meranna was talking her head off, and Cha’reth listened with bored disinterest. “…and when the smoke cleared Stormwind belonged to us. We danced and feasted in the streets, and gave the best loot to our new Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer as tribute. I was never so proud to be a Blackrock then at that moment, as I took part in the dawn of a new era.”
“HOOWAH! Lok’tar!!!” They turned in surprise as Luuhk walked into the cave, waving a letter in one hand. “Unkul send hosh news, Ripgut am vanished and Dark Horde am nearly flat,” he explained, a joyful grin on his face.
Cha’reth stared at him blankly, but her heart was a tumult of emotions. Could that be why the voice of Gul’dann had stopped whispering to her? Cha’reth turned to look at Meranna as she set down the knife, and sighed at Luuhk. “You shouldn’t sound so happy about it boy, Lord Ripgut was a powerful warrior. His disappearance is a loss to all Horde, and an end to progress.”
“Loss? Lat nub gruk, him part ov reason sistur head nub on right!” Luuhk insisted. Cha’reth didn’t react to his statement, it was best if he continued to think she was completely insane.
Meranna swooped down on Cha’reth protectively, crooning as she stroked her hair. “Maybe she wouldn’t be this way if you’d stop treating her like she’s lost her mind. She just needs some attention, don’t you my dear?”
Cha’reth voiced a small whimper as she leaned into the embrace, discreetly pulling the knife toward her, and hiding it under her leg. Luuhk was too busy rereading the letter to pay them much mind. “Cha’reth do hosh now, me tink id time uz go back. Unkul blah Ripgut maybe come back summuun, but now me tink Cha’reth get bettur round rest of clan.”
Meranna frowned, and held the girl a little closer. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Those Bloodfury are soft minded fools, just like your mother. I’ve told you before; I won’t let my granddaughter be corrupted.”
Luuhk looked at the Death Knight and snarled. “Am lat crazy too? Dark Horde make sistur like dis, Bloodfury am her true clan! It where her belong, and me takin’ her back in mornin’!”
“Over my still corpse!” Meranna growled, standing up and going to the corner to grab her mace. With a leer she also picked up Luuhk’s axe, and tossed it at him.
Catching it the young man glared at his grandmother, and they began to circle one another inside the cave. They had fought so often that there was no telling who would win on any given day, but this time he was determined to end the conflict once and for all. In the blink of an eye he charged at the Orcess, and their weapons met in midair. They began a violent dance around the fire, the sound of metal clashing and Orcs grunting echoed through the stone chamber.
Luuhk managed to cross his axe with her war-hammer, so they wrestled with their hands on their weapons, their faces inches from one another. Luuhk’s muscles bulged as he prepared to shift his weight and catch her off-guard, but suddenly a sharp pain blinded him and everything went dark.
At first Meranna didn’t know what happened as the warrior slumped to the ground unconscious, but then she saw Cha’reth standing over him with the knife in her hand. She had hit him in the back of the head with the butt of the hilt, and was now staring at Meranna with a blank expression. “I’m leaving.”
Meranna smiled, looking relieved. “Oh my girl, I’ll go with you. I can keep you safe, and we’ll have some good adventures together. Before your brother became such a weak minded fool, we had some fun times in…”
“You’re not coming with me, I am going alone,” Cha’reth insisted emotionlessly. Without a second glance she went to the storage room, and began packing all of her old belongings into a leather bag.
Meranna followed her, but kept a cautious distance. When the girl stood and shouldered the pack, Meranna stepped in front of her. “What am I going to tell your brother? He’ll try to come after you, and if I attempt to stop him I’ll have to kill him.”
Cha’reth elbowed her way past Meranna, but paused at the mouth of the cave thoughtfully. “You’re a corpse, so play dead. When he wakes up he’ll try to revive you, and you can claim I attacked you as well. I will find my own path, away from the Bloodfury.”
Meranna nodded, and lay down across from Luuhk. “If that’s what you really want my dear, but remember that you can always come to me for help. I won’t judge you like they will, you have my word. You and I, we are alike, we’re both enamoured by death.”
“Death… yes, death is the only truth,” Cha’reth said in a soft voice, though she still refused to turn around. For the first time in months she was smiling, and she wasn’t about to share her happiness with anyone, not even her grandmother. “Aka’magosh, we will meet again in the shadows.”