Thread: Loving the Enemy. (Fedalas and Rosita Red)

Fedalas was leaning against the tree with his left shoulder as he listened to the ruckus unfolding in the forest. A man hunt, no doubt he thought to himself as he heard the dogs barking. Although Fedalas's senses were beyond natural, he still couldn't hear nor see anyone approaching the tree but he felt a disturbance, like someone or something was near in the pitch black darkness. The few drops of rain had now escalated. The heavens were torn apart with bails of lightening and the roar of thunder, like a Dragon rising from a cave, echoed in the distance. The sound of rain splashing off his cloak made it harder to hear and obscured his vision. Out of the darkness came a figure, bursting through the rain the figure was clearly heading for the tree from which Fedalas surveyed the area. His reactions were uncanny. Fedalas drew his blade with silence yet as swift as lightening. Fedalas never froze in combat, killing came natural to him it was like his breath. Standing in uttermost silence his blade rested against the soft skin of the Elf. He stared into the depths of her eyes. Mesmerized, like under a spell he stared only for a few seconds yet in his soul it went on for eternity. His eyes remained hidden as he searched deep inside her. There he found a glimpse of fear as he began to put the puzzle together. Swiftly he grabbed onto her shirt and flung her back the way he had came. The air became hard to breath as an intense heat radiated from his body. For a brief second the head of a dragon appeared around his. Like a spirit possessed him. A ring of fire burst out around him, the shearing and crack of trees falling was louder than the thunder. Cutting off a segment of the forest he sheaved his blade and turned to the Elf laying soaked on the ground. Fedalas was yet to speak but he had no words, only a plan. Grabbing onto her shoulder he ripped her up and charged off into the forest as the guards now had his scent to feed to the hounds keen nostrils. Branches whizzed by them as the two ran through the blinding darkness. A branch or too caught onto Fedalas ripping a bit of his cloak and one cut his face across the cheek. He held a firm grasp onto the Elfs arm as the sound of the river got louder. The hounds were fast and hot on their trail. The storm had caused the river to swell more than five times its size. The water swirled and splashed like a dance of chaos. The bank was a fair distance, a man could not simply jump it. Fedalas looked back as the barking got closer and then back at the Elf. He looked at the ground for a moment before raising his head with a new plan. Fedalas took a position behind the elf and pulled her in close. His hands were clasped onto her waist. He began to push forward into her and broke into a run. Like a arrow he launched her across the bank, flinging her from the waters edge. Sadly it was a one time thing, he had no way to cross. Fedalas knew if he was to be caught he would not escape Stormwind again. Every fiber of his body told him to stand and fight. He would die with honor rather than by the ax of a faceless man. He also know that without him the Elf wouldn't get far, he knew the lands like he was the heart which pumped it with life. He smiled at her as she looked on, slightly hurt from the toss. Fedalas slipped his leg into the river as it ripped him away from the bank and took him downstream. Like a hungry monster the water swallowed and spat him out. He had almost reached the bridge before slamming into a boulder that sat on the Duskwood side of the river. The pain exploded through his body ARHGG!! his scream roared but was swallowed by the raging waters. Fedalas rolled himself off the boulder with water thrashing into his back. The boulder lead to a soggy bit of the river bank on which Fedalas now laid on. Consumed by pain as he coughed up a bit of blood. Drenched, battered and bruised he found his feet once more. Stumbling through the darkness he was still recovering. Stopping every few feet as he gagged and threw up the filthy water that had been forced into his body. Trying to locate the elf the Guards had stopped onto the bank and began blowing a horn of sorts before running off into the darkness once more. Fedalas lost the element of surprise and stealth as he coughed, gasping for air in the forsaken forest. He fell against a tree as he found the Elf laying on the cold ground. Crawling on all fours he struggled over to her and turned her over. Her head fell into his lap as he found himself staring into her eyes once more. You made it..He sighed and looked back at the raging river.