Triangle means Loyalty

Silithus – is there any other place of same mystery as this one? Shadows of the dragons on roads, whispers of the sands. She knew this place too well – even in a sand storm she could find the way trough this desert out. Red sun was tincturing scenery with it's light, making everything to look like it was covered with blood. 
Two riders on a road – black wolf and of same black color raptor. They pass Cenarion Hold, not stopping there, heading futher to south of the desert. Druids shake their heads and return to usual patrolling of the Hold.
Riders stop only at the Ahn'Qiraj gates – few seconds they stand unsure, if they should enter or not, but the wolf growls quietly and leads forward, to the Temple gates. Silhouette on the raptor, he raises his head up to the sky, that on this point was crossed by a bronze dragon, and only then the raptor follows after the wolf.
Somewhere far away wind moans, letting everything living know - the sand storm is coming...
«This...way...»
Admiral wipes off a few sand grains from his shoulder and points towards to a tunnel, that leads deep under the Temple. Not waiting for any answer he then leads in there. Black silhouette sighs, taking her hood off and sniffing air shortly, then follows him – her steps are soft and quiet, can't even feel her presence here – if he didn't know, would never feel someone is following him. She knew this place too well.
« It's quiet here this time.» 
« Mhm...» 
They continue their way – for some reason almost nothing interferes them. Only few times some of the silithids workers show up and die of the flames, casted by the Admiral, and of Fimble's poisoned daggers. Too easy, this should make them feel sure... But something, that both of them couldn't explain, lingers in the air with an odd feeling – like something is about to happen, but where, why and when – no one would know. With every their step deeper into tunnels this feeling only intensifies.
Pass the Emperors room...Down futher, closer to the lair of the Old God. Tunnel between these rooms now fills with voices, that both can hear – whispers resound like an echo, but it's silent in a tunnel. They stop at the end of a tunnel, trying to hear at least something trough whispers in their heads.
« Voices...» - Fimble tilts her head to shoulder, now sure in what she have heard. Admiral makes short pass with his hand, gesturing her to check out, what's in there.
She steps trough shadows, disappearing from his sight, and moves along the wall to the entrance of the room.
When she reaches the entrance a room opens to her sight – many Twilight cultists in there, seems like chanting their ritual... She frowns shortly, then turns around and heads back to Admiral.
« Cultists there...Many of them, Admiral,» - she appears behind him, releasing from the shadows.
He shrugs, seems like not really impressed by the report, and moves closer to the room. Step by step, almost there. At one of these steps Fimble stops – just for a moment.
« Your… heart… will… explode...» - voice in her mind. She heard it before, so many times, when she was destroying silithids Hives. She frowns, but continues to follow the Admiral. 
They were almost near the entrance to the room, when suddenly lots of little bugs crawl from in front of them, passing through their legs – seems like they are scared of something.
« Admiral...» 
« Hmh?»
« T'is not right...» 
« Myeah...So? Think this.. is going to ... stop me now?» 
He smirks, continuing the way again – power is too close now, to just turn around and leave because of some wrong feeling. Fimble snarls quietly, but follows him – there's no reason, that she'd ever leave him.
As soon, as they come close to the entrance and almost can see the room, the bright flash of light, lazor lashed, coming from the room, crossing the entrance.
« Run...» 
She was going to ask why, but decided not to – turned around and ran after the Admiral. Though, their way back wasn't safe anymore – just as they started to run out, a lot of tentacles started to appear from everywhere – walls, ground, ceiling – all aiming to stab both of them.
« Keep... moving!» 
Scent of burned flesh, as flames, leaded by Admiral's cast, surround one of the tentacles. Other one receives a shadowbolt and few stabs of daggers, when Fimble reaches it, avoiding attack from the side. Both, Admiral and Fimble, continue to move out of the tunnel, doing their best to avoid the tentacles or destroying these.
They're almost close to the end of the tunnel – but then one of the tentacles appears in front of the Admiral, aiming it's sting to his heart. Next, what he can see, is a blink of the black-red armor. Quiet rustle of the cloak and then sound of a stab – breaking trough armor, flesh, bones, through the triangle in her chest that she cut long ago to prove her loyalty to him : « A triangle, means loyalty» - she said then. A short grin on her lips, as fingers touch tip of a sting, sticking out of her chest. Admiral's eyes widen and his mouth hangs open in awe and fear of the tentacles. He barely manages to catch and carry Fimble in his arms, then, the tentacles withdraw.
« B-by... Neptulon's...tentacles...» - resounds in the tunnel.
A second passes and tentacle repeats it's attack, but now aimed at the Admiral. Though, he now manages to set it into flames, burning tentacle off, and continues to run, now only carrying Fimble in his arms.
Long tunnels, stairs of the exit... How long did it take him to escape the Temple? Who knows. He would run even further, but small stone make him to fall over in the sand. Wind moans, running trough small grains of the sand... He only now understands, that he's safe – night brings soothe, leaving tunnel with tentacles far behind. Admiral now returns attention to body of his pet.
Still the same short grin on her lips – satisfied with work done? Maybe. Though not even by checking her pulse, he could say that she's dead – he would hear breath in this silence, that filled the air. He would see life in her strange armor – there always was. But now there was nothing...
« I suppose...you were loyal...untill the end...» - Admiral sighs heavily, running tips of his claws across her pale cheek.
Who'd see how the desert of the Silithus changed with getting one more unknown for others grave in the sand? Only impaled near it are her daggers, they would make a hint for travelers...
« Rest in peace, Fimble...» 
Words fading out, just like his feet traces on sand, leading away from the grave. Storm sand, that will come in a while, will even wipe these off...
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