130. Love Blooms and Dragons Weep
The air whistled around Storm as he continued to beat his wings faster and faster. He had no idea how long it was since he left the Heart of the Forest behind and he tried to not think about it. The idea that, after all he had been through this day, he would not made it back to Rarity in time was unacceptable.
“I will make it,” he promised - to whom, he didn’t know - as he soared through the night sky, beneath the moon.
The paladin was not alone in his struggle. The Holy Light was with him, giving him strength to push past his limits, long after he felt the effects of Provato’s blessing leave his body. Thankfully, he managed to cross a very long distance in that time.
Storm’s concentration lessened as he remembered the feeling; he soared through the air with such ease, speed, and grace… Ever since his stupid accident which scarred him, Storm had lost interest in developing his flying skills. And yet, with Provato’s blessing, it seemed to him as if he was a born flier.
“Well, he is the son of the greatest pegasus who ever lived,” the paladin commented, still shocked at this revelation. “This must have affected his blessing.”
He snapped out of his train of thoughts when he noticed that, with his concentration slipping, the Light’s strength grew weaker. Storm was beginning to slow down. He focused once again, renewing his connection to the Light and speeding up. The Light’s touch emanated through his body, enveloping him in a gentle glow and leaving a short tail of golden blur in his wake.
Just as an amusing thought crossed his mind about how would Princess Luna feel about him lightening the night sky, Storm saw something that made him smile.
The spire of Lightbringer’s Chapel, with an orange glow of Al’ar coming from the roof of the barracks near it.
He was almost out of the forest.
“Sir,” Sound Wave greeted him as he had finally reached the entrance to the Abbey.
Arthas nodded to him. He intended to avoid speaking too much, in fear of the guard picking up the smell of his mouth. Though before Arthas had left Twilight’s library he had made sure that his mouth was clean, during the trek back the awful taste reminded him of itself. The paladin wasn’t sure if it wasn’t just a trick played on him by his mind, but he was resolved to not risk an embarrassment of somepony wondering why the stench of vomit was coming from his mouth.
Unfortunately for him, Sound was in a mood for some gossip.
“How was the party?” he asked, immediately switching into more familiar tone. Not that Arthas minded; if he had, he would not have requested from Celestia to place the two royal guards he befriended during Shining Armor and Cadance’s wedding under his orders for a few months when she had brought up the need for security of the Abbey.
What he did mind, however, was standing there and talking while he desperately needed something to wash away the taste in his mouth.
“Nymph came back some time ago, but she wasn’t in a mood for talking,” Sound Wave continued. “She just wished me, Applejack and Fluttershy a good night and went straight to the barracks.”
Arthas sighed mentally. “Knowing Applejack, they’ve must have walked all the way here in awkward silence.”
He hoped her attitude towards changelings - or at least this one - would change soon, otherwise poor Nymph will most likely find herself in a rather unhappy situation. Arthas had no doubt that Big Mac will be able to knock some sense into Applejack if things would go ugly, but he didn’t envy the changeling the stress she would go through.
“So, how was it?” the guard’s question brought him back to the present.
“Eventful,” he described it shortly - and surprisingly accurately - while making sure he stood downwind. “Has there been any sign of Storm Clash?” Arthas asked, changing the subject; the paladin preferred to not explain to Sound as to why he returned much later than Nymph.
Aside for that, Arthas also asked that question out of concern. He had faith in Storm, but his time was running out. Glossing over fact that if he wouldn’t show up soon, he could forget making it in time for Rarity’s birthday, Arthas would prefer to spare Storm the embarrassment of being rescued.
“No sir,” Sound replied, sounding a bit more formal. The unicorn then raised an eyebrow. “Should he be back? You haven’t told us where you sent him…”
While he spoke, Arthas’ ears picked up a sound emanating somewhere from within the night. He stopped the guard’s flow of words with a wave of his hoof as he perked up his ears. “I really should be more grateful for the advantages this body has over human’s,” he thought as he listened.
It wasn’t until Arthas saw it the next second that he identified it as a very fast beating of wings.
Both he and Sound Wave stared with wide eyes as the golden blur passed over them, heading straight for Ponyville. Arthas turned his head to keep his eyes on it, surprised by the speed with which it moved.
“Um…” he heard Sound stammer beside him. “Was that Storm?”
Arthas nickered. “The better question is: how many minutes are left before midnight?”
Rarity sighed as she leaned over the window in her bedroom, admiring the the moon and the stars. Another year had passed since she was born. Now she had to add one to her age. A furrow crossed the white unicorn’s head at the thought, even though she still had good eight years before she would stop adding.
“Assuming I will need to at all,” she mused with amusement, relaxing. “Maybe I will be lucky and stay beautiful forever?”
Her good humor was soured as the cold draft blew against her. Rarity quickly moved away from the window, though she left it open for a few more moments before she would close it. She hated when her bedroom become frowsty. During summer and warmer nights of fall and spring she normally left the window open the whole night. However, tonight, despite wearing a dressing-gown, Rarity felt chilly in her bedroom.
“Although, to be fair, that’s mostly the fault of being fresh from a long, hot bath,” she amended as she trotted towards her bed.
As she was about to call it a night and go to bed, her mind went back to her birthday party. Rarity was truly satisfied with how it turned out; she had a pleasant time with her friends, got to know some of the guests better, received fabulous gifts from her friends, and now she could look forward to a delightful time in the spa tomorrow, when she would tutor a new friend in the field of dating. Only one thing spoiled this day for her: the absence of two ponies, Serenity and Storm Clash.
Out of the two, Rarity found herself missing more the presence of the pegasus stallion rather that the crystal pony mare. She pondered on why exactly was that; wouldn’t it make more sense for her to miss Serenity? Being both mares, they had more in common, and she was a crystal pony for Light’s sake. True, she knew Storm better than Serenity,talked with him more, even met his family and befriended his mother… and he was so charming, despite his crooked jaw…
Rarity sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed, as her mind went back to the day of Storm and others’ Initiation. How she talked about him with his mother when making a dress for her… how he hugged her unexpectedly when she was about to congratulate him and the others, how pleasantly surprised she was…
Did she like like Storm Clash? Rarity bit her lip as she pondered this question. In the past, when she was interested in some stallion, she had “nudged” him to ask her out, and during the date she would try to get to know him as best as she could. However, after every single time she found the stallion to fall short from her criteria, she quit dating. Unlike Rainbow Dash, who was happy with living without commitment, Rarity wanted exactly that: a commitment, to share her life with another pony and nopony other than him. She wanted to be nopony’s but his, and preferably with mutuality. Though she had long since given up on the idea of capturing the heart of royalty, she still wanted to be like a princess to her stallion.
Rarity chuckled, remembering some of her favorite fairy tales, which were probably responsible for that last thought. In every one of them, a princess was saved from a terrible fate by a brave pony, sometime prince, sometime knight, and sometime a mere servant or peasant, but every one of those heroes had one thing in common; love for the princess.
Tales like those, read by her mother when she was a little filly, was what caused Rarity’s determination to find the one and nopony else. Was Storm the one? She knew he liked her, that was obvious, despite her not making the best first impression when they first met. Rarity cringed at the memory of how she reacted when her eyes laid on Storm’s crooked jaw. Over time, she came to treat that disfigurement as a part of the pegasus paladin’s unique charm, giving him quite an appeal… Storm Clash was also kind and patient, attributes he must have developed while looking after his younger brother. He was quick to forgive her reaction back at the station, was fun to talk with, he was polite… and he was a paladin knight…
By all accounts, it seemed that Storm filled most of the criteria Rarity looked for in a stallion. So maybe… But what did he think of her? He liked her… but did he like like her? If so, how come he haven’t tried asking her out yet?
Rarity sighed, turning off the light in her room. “This would have been much easier to think about if I could have talked to him today… ugh, why did Arthas have to send him away today?”
Shaking her head, the unicorn decided to look for Storm the next day - assuming he wouldn’t seek her out first, seeing how he missed her birthday - and try to steer their conversation to let her know if there is a chance for something more than friendship between them. Making that mental note, Rarity reached over to the nightstand, where her sleep mask was…
Her hoof stopped in mid-air as she hear a weird noise coming from the outside. Intrigued and displeased that somepony might be causing such a ruckus at this hour, she was about to trot over to the window to see what it was, when in the next heartbeat she realized what this noise reminded her of.
Rainbow Dash made similar cries whenever she lost control over her flight and was about to crash into something.
Within a second, her suspicion proved true. Even without any source of light, Rarity still could see and hear a pony-sized object fly through her window, and crash against the wall of her room.
Storm Clash groaned as he recovered. “And ponies don’t believe me when I tell them ‘I hit a wall’...”
The moment he spotted Carousel Boutique the pegasus tried to slow down his flight. The key word being “tried”. It was sort of funny, actually. In high school, Storm nearly failed physics one year.
Tonight, physics failed him.
He hadn’t realized just how fast he was flying, not even when he passed the Abbey astonishingly swiftly. Nor when he flew over half of Ponyville, until Rarity’s boutique came into his sight. Only then had Storm stopped drawing strength from the Holy Light and attempted to slow down. However, being only an average flier, he had no idea how hard it would be to halt. His attempt at beating wings forward caused him to lose control over his flight, and, after uttering a short cried, he shot straight through one of the windows at the upper floor of the boutique. The window was, thank the Light, open, so instead of crashing through glass Storm’s side had collided with the wall inside.
He shook his head as he rose, clenching his teeth from the mild pain. Storm opened his eyes to examine where he was hurt to heal himself, but the room he was in was dark.
The next second, however, everything around him was illuminated by a soft light.
“Storm?!” blunted from behind him a very familiar voice.
“Rarity!” Storm quickly exclaimed. Turning around and hoping he made it in time, he started: “I-”
Words stuck in his throat when he stared, wide-eyed, at the scene around them.
Rarity stood in front of him.
He was in Rarity’s bedroom, and the mare stood in front of him.
He flew through the window into Rarity’s bedroom, and she now stood before him.
He flew through the window into Rarity’s bedroom, and now she stood before him in a dressing-gown.
As Storm’s mind tried to comprehend that and come up with a wise-sounding response while he stood there with his mouth open, his body took it upon itself to address the sight before him.
Poink!
Much to Storm’s horror, his wings stood straight up, awakened by the sight of Rarity in a dressing-gown while standing in her bedroom. Seeing her like that, in this environment, awakened the most primal thoughts in his brain. And that was a split second before his nose picked up the scent of bath oils clinging to her coat.
Mercifully, the shame of his wingboner lasted less than a heartbeat. Storm didn’t even get the time to get properly embarrassed, nor did Rarity to notice his reaction (at least, he hoped). That was because the instant when his wings unfolded, he localized the source of his pain.
“Augh!” he moaned as he curled the hurting wing, sitting down.
“Oh my goodness, are you hurt?” Rarity quickly exclaimed, hurrying towards him. Storm glanced at her in time to see her use her magic to switch the lights in the room on and cancel her illumination spell. “Wait here, let me get a first-aid kit-”
Storm, though still confused, managed to recover enough to stop her before she ran past the door. “Rarity, it’s okay,” he said, lifting a hoof. When the white unicorn stopped, he exhaled air in order to calm himself a bit and opened himself to the Light. Due to his nervousness and embarrassment, it took him longer than usually, but soon the Light’s soothing touch raced across his body, healing all the scratches and the strained wing. Once he was healed, he turned to Rarity, smiling shyly and stretching the wing. “I’m a paladin, remember?”
Relief washed over the unicorn’s face, and Storm noticed a bit of crimson appear on her cheek. “Right, how could I forget?” she smiled, giggling. “Although, to be fair, that was the first time I saw you working with the Holy Light.” Rarity looked at him with admiringly very briefly, before her eyes narrowed. “Now that you’re alright, would you care to explain, darling, what exactly are you doing in my bedroom?”
The paladin’s mind went blank hearing the simple question. “Um…” he stammered, wondering how to reply.
“Or, for that matter, why did you think it was necessary to arrive in such manner?” Rarity inquired. “Dashing through my window, armed, and wearing a tacky and burned armor?”
“Um...”
“Now that I think about it,” she cut him off, “I’ve been told that you couldn’t attend my birthday party because you were sent away on your Order’s business. I somehow doubt that now to be true, given your attire.”
Storm closed his mouth and tilted his head. “Order’s business?” he wondered, confused. Then it hit him. “Sir Lightbringer must have told her that! He didn’t want her to worry...”
In his mind, he apologized to his mentor. The only way to explain all of that to Rarity would require telling her that her friend lied to her.
“You see…” Storm started, and took a deep breath. Afterwards, words just came out of him: “I crashed because I was flying really fast thanks to the constant prayer to the Light to give me strength and for about a half-way back I was even faster because of the blessing of a timberwolf demigod, the one that attacked Applejack and was healed by Sir Lightbringer, his name’s Provato, I helped him defeat a crazy centaur called Tirek but the blast knocked me out for a few hours which is why I was so late, not to mention that I spend most of the day in that damned forest running away from monsters which I now think might have all been corrupted demigods, and that all happened after I fell underground and met Daring Do and Sir Lightbringer knocked down the Ursa Major-”
As he talked, Rarity’s expression changed from curious to confused to very confused, and in the she raised a hoof and pressed it against his lips, silencing him. “Dear, I’m afraid I didn’t understand any of this,” she told him, smiling, probably amused by his stammer. Storm felt as if he could melt against her hoof watching that smile. “How about you take another breath and start again more calmly?”
The paladin nodded, and she released his lips. However, he did not listen to her; for all he know, there was no time left for that. “What time is it?” he asked, praying that it was still her birthday.
Rarity raised and eyebrow before she turned around to look at the clock on the wall. “It’s… eleven fifty nine.”
Hearing that, Storm’s mouth curved into a smile. “I made it!”
Without a moment of hesitation, he reached to his saddlebags, picking up the gift he went through so much trouble to get. Storm turned back to Rarity, who was looking at him with curiosity, and offered her the Eon Petals. “Happy birthday, Rarity.”
The white unicorn gasped upon seeing the flower. Her eyes became wide as plates and her mouth hung open. “Wha… what is this?” she stammered as she regarded the white-glowing and emerald-fuming flower.
“It’s Eon Petals. Do you like it?” Storm asked, slightly nervous.
“Like it?!” Rarity exclaimed, shocked. Her eyes gleamed. “I love it! It’s so beautiful… I’ve never even heard of such a beautiful flower, let alone seen one!” she said, picking up the Eon Petals with her magic.
Storm’s heart lifted in joy as he watched her smelling the flower. “That’s not surprising,” he told her, smiling. “It only grows in the Heart of the Everfree Forest, so-”
“Pardon?” Rarity cut him off, taking the eyes off the Eon Petals. “Did you say ‘the Heart of the Everfree Forest?”
“Um… yes?” Storm replied, not sure if he was suddenly in trouble or not.
“So you’re saying” the white unicorn said slowly, her eyes going back to the flower, “that in order to give this to me on my birthday you braved the most dangerous place in Equestria, and traveled all the way into the deepest part of it?”
“Well… I wanted to give you something…” he stammered, looking for right words to convey what he felt, “special, something beautiful… b-because, um…”
He could feel himself becoming redder and redder. Storm paused to take a deep breath. “Just say it!” he told himself. The paladin tried to force the words out of his mouth, but embarrassment and fear blocked them. He feared hearing how she would respond; his mind went back to how in school ponies were looking at his jaw…
While he battled his inner demons, he noticed that Rarity was smiling. She sniffed the flower once again, with her eyes closed. When she opened them, she looked straight at him.
“Storm?” she asked, and just like that, her voice erased all those negative thoughts from his head. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Um…” he stammered, confused. “Nothing?”
“Would you look at that,” Rarity whispered, her gaze never leaving his eyes. “I also have nothing in my plans after the Ponytones’ performance…”
Storm continued to look into her eyes, wondering why she was telling him that… and then his eyes widened as he realized that he was an idiot. “W-would you like to-”
“I would love to,” Rarity interrupted him, her cheeks becoming a bid red.
He could scarcely believe what he just hear. Rarity, the most beautiful mare he ever met, had just agreed to go on a date with him!
“Light, if I am dreaming, don’t wake me!”
“G-great!” he managed to say somehow. “So it’s a date!”
Rarity giggled. “Indeed it is.”
The two ponies were so lost in their happiness, that neither of them had realized that there was somepony watching them through the crack in the door.
Or rather, somedragon.
Spike, awoken by the sound of something crashing in Rarity’s bedroom, hurried to see if she was alright. He sighed with relief when he was near her doors and heard her talking with one of Arthas’ paladins, meaning that she was okay. However, as soon he calmed down, Spike became suspicious just what he could be doing in Rarity’s bedroom so late at night. Curious, concerned and full of worries, the little dragon took a peek through the crack in the door.
What he saw inside was like a nightmare.
At first, he thought that it was it. A nightmare, nothing more. He was still asleep. But no, it wasn’t because when he pinched himself he hadn’t woken up. What was happening in the room was real, and in that moment as Spike watched it, he felt as if his heart was stabbed.
Rarity was just asked out on a date by some stallion… and she agreed to.
But it wasn’t just that. If all Spike saw was Rarity agreeing, he wouldn’t feel so heartbroken. No, what made this so painful to watch was the way Rarity was looking at Storm. She wasn’t staring at him like at Prince Blueblood, her former crush. The white unicorn was gazing into the pegasus’ eyes with the intensity Spike had never seen in her. Nor he ever saw her blush when talking with a stallion. It could mean only one thing.
She really, really liked him.
He couldn’t believe this. Out of everypony… him!? A pony with a crooked jaw?! Why, because he brought her a glowing flower?! Spike gave her a fire ruby, and what did he get for that? A mere peck on the cheek! This was not fair, this was… this was…
With tears streaming from his eyes, Spike ran back to the room in which he slept, certain that nowhere in the whole world there was a dragon whose night was worse than his.
“Garble, when are we going back?”
Garble, the teenage red dragon, glared at his two companions with fury. “I told you two, we are not going back home until I figure out how to get back on that sorry excuse for a dragon and that pony!”
The other two dragons cringed and didn’t dare to continued this argument. They returned their gazes into the campfire.
Garble snarled, exhaling flames from his nose drills, and turned around, resuming his pacing. It’s been months since that memorable confrontation in that village. Months since they came to get back on that runt of a dragon Spike and on his pony friends, only to get beaten by that-
His heart jumped into his throat when he recalled that pony. When he gazed into his eyes, Garble was certain that he was going to kill him. There was so much fury in them…
Angered, he shook his head. “No!” he repeated for about a thousandth time. “This is just a pony! I am a dragon, I will not let some grass-chewer humiliate me like that!”
This was why they hadn’t returned yet to the dragon’s nursery grounds. He could face any dragon until he would make that pony pay. They stayed just by those namby-pamby ponies’ country’s border, plotting.
The only problem was, even after they would devise a plan, none of them could muster enough courage to actually go through with it. None of them dared to travel back to that village and face that white pony.
Garble scratched his claws against the entrance to the cave in where they’ve slept. He looked with satisfaction at the deep marks they left on the stone, imagining them on that pony’s throat.
“How did it come to this? That we would be hiding, not daring to go fight one pony?” he wondered, his rage returning.
This couldn’t go on. Every day he woke up, he thrashed around in impotent fury. He no longer cared even if that pony would follow up with his threats.
One of his companions spoke up again: “Garble-”
Whether he was about to try suggesting yet again that they should head back home, or just ask if he could go looking for games or something, Garble wouldn’t know. Because at that moment he said the word he had been holding back for five months.
“Tomorrow.”
It was almost as if everything around him fell silent. Not only just the other two dragons, but wind and crickets as well. Garble turned back to them, glaring at them and daring to oppose him.
“We are going back there tomorrow, and we will teach that pony what it means to threaten a dragon.”
His friends exchanged glances. “B-but-” one of them tried.
“NO BUTS!” Garble roared, silencing him. “We are dragons, the strongest creatures there ever were! We-”
Something dared to interrupt him. A noise.
A snicker.
Garble turned towards the source of the sound, which, to his surprise, weren’t his friends. Whoever just uttered that snicker was, it was standing outside the circle of light.
“I’m sorry,” a voice - probably male, judging by it’s depth - spoke from the direction he was looking, “but I think I’ve never heard more ridiculous statement. ‘The strongest creatures there ever were’...”
The red dragon’s eyes narrowed as the stranger began to laugh. “You've picked the wrong night and wrong dragons to mock, jokester.” he growled.
“Oh, I would beg to differ,” the stranger replied casually, still hidden in the shadows. “At least in the latter. Because you see, I think I picked the right dragons. Ones that nobody will miss. You are, after all, such colossal failures-”
Garble heard enough. He took a deep breath and unleashed the torrent of flames upon this idiot. Once he was done, he nodded with satisfaction, certain that the stranger had been burned to crisps. Garble turned to his friends, grinning...
Caclop...
His eyes wide, Garble turned back at the sound of hoofsteps. The stranger was not only not-burned, he was also standing now within the light’s reach. It was - much to Garble irritation - a pony, but unlike that one, this one’s coat was ebony. A horn was sprouting from his head, and in the flickering light of the campfire, his eyes seemed to gleam orange.
“I’m sorry, was that supposed to be a dragon’s fire?” the pony asked.
Grinding his teeth, Garble nodded at his companions, who were equally shocked as he. They quickly shook it off and rose from the campfire, moving to surround the pony.
The black pony sighed. “I tried to be a courteous guest, but it seems now’s the time to throw all pretense aside.” He grinned as he looked around at the three dragons. “Oh, but I do hope this little group of yours can amuse me for a few moments!”
With a furious roar, Garble and his friends jumped at him.
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... throw all pretense aside? GOD DAMN IT NEFARIAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Illidan?
Love to see the drama of Rarity's love life.
5011316
Probably not, Illidan is blind, and a demon, and dead.
5011351 My money's on Nefarian. Gonna be curious how he acts on their world, given that none of Azeroth's old gods are there to make him cuckoo.
5011351 I thought he got his eyes back after he consumed that skull? I'll also point out that Arthas was dead too.
5011351 it wasn't confirmed that he died, he is still alive, probably, you know blizzard, they like to toy with plot twists
Sigh...we all know it wouldn't have worked for Spike.
Also...damn...that last part...
colossal failures? lots of references to time? amuse by equestrian dragons?
if you thought nefarian...
Also, Deathwing =/ Nef. The old gods had much less of an influence on the smaller Black Dragons rather than papa Black Dragon.
I forgot that Spike was still at Rarity's
I don't think it's Nefarian, if I remember right the Cataclysm is still going on in Azeroth. So... who could it be. Illidan? Maybe but he had green eyes not Orange. Gul'dan? Hmm, another possibility but still... Just some new villain that the author made up? More then likely.
5011443
Well, he does have to establish the demigods and such of Equestria. Maybe this is like a Sha, or something similar.
I get the feeling this is an Azeroth dragon. The dialogue sounds like Nefarian. Even if the Cataclysm is going on in Azeroth right now, if Arthas died and found his way back to life in Equestria, then so could have Nefarian. The outside chance is it's the Black Prince, Wraithion.
I'd personally like to see Onyxia... Dunno why, but she's always been a favorite of mine.
Lol, the Deathwing Family, they just refuse to stay dead.
5011616 Can't be Wrathion. He's too busy having his bromance with Anduin.
It's Nef.
So, flight by light made it in the nick of night, giving Rarity a fright, and Spike despair. Poor Spike. Feeling thatbad could lead to some possible unfortunate side effects if somone was to say accidentally drop a couple mine carts of gems on him.
Looks like Garble decided to try for blender of the year. Wonder if he ends up as a fireplace rug?
5011805 Wrathion hadn't even hatched yet, Rebirth is currently happening around patch 4.1. Wrathion hatches from his egg shortly before 4.3
5011848 I wonder if the Squish will affect Arthas...
Nicely done! Love the updates!!!!
Keep up the great work!
Cannot be Sargeras or Gul'dan. one is a titan with untold power and control the entire BURNING LEGION. it could be an agent, yes but no Sargeras.
Gul'Dan is an Orc Warlock, thus have Green Skin, and is old, I can see the ponified gul'dan having Green Sicky fur and old beard but there was something, Gul'dan have Glowing Red Eyes.
It could be an Black Dragon in pony form, remember that Azerothian Dragons are capable to shapeshift into mortal races.
Also it can be Illidan, Remember Illidan is dead(TBC) same as Arthas(WotLK). Illidan once possessed Orange/Amber eyes that in Night Elves Tradition's mean that he born with an great destiny and have talent for druidic arts but he throw that away for the power of the Arcane Magic.
In the end, Illidan fallen to the corruption of the Burning Legion (During the war of the ancient) thanks to his curiosity, becoming the betrayer we all know and loved (also Sargeras took the natural eyes of illidan and replaced it with green fel orbs and making him blind). As the event of Warcraft 3 pass, Illidan found residence in Outland where he become lord of the fel orcs clans and the demons there. eventually he was killed
by usis possible that is an Pony Illidan without the corruption of the Burning Legion and Sargeras, also including it's natural eyes, remember that Night elves have the ability to blend in the shadow...
These Dragons were not prepared.
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Or just another OC
5012444 Gul'dan didn't have glowing red eyes. Only those orcs that drank the blood of Mannoroth had those, and he didn't drink it, as he didn't want to lose his mind. The NEW Gul'dan in Warlords of Draenor have those, and what that and the fact that he retains them after the death of Mannords means is open for debate.
The chapter titlemade me laugh a lot,
The titlemade me laugh a lot,
5012503 I don't wanna have an discusion about this actually.
I just gonna leave this.
Gul'Dan and his fellow clan members all abandoned shamanism and embraced the warlock arts, such use of the fel magic made the orcs green skins some got red eyes due to heavy practice and didn't required to drink the blood of Mannoroth at all, Gul'dan's icon in Warcraft 2 got red eyes
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And in the Burning Crusade, Gul'dan's Image in Shadowmoon Valley have Red Eyes.
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The red eyes of gul'dan and his fellow clan members are not because the demon blood, is because the fel magic they practice. You say that is the new Warlords of Draenor but actually, the concept of gul'dan in WoD is almost completely accurate to the Prime Gul'dan.
Ok I'm done
That... ending...
*inhale*
HOLY MOTHERFUCK!!!
Cliffhangers b' killin' yo...
5012645 Hm... maybe...
I believe I read somewhere once (in one of the books I think) that Gul'dan's eyes weren't glowing, but for the life of me I cannot recall where exactly.
However, I am not sure if using fel magic actually gives red eyes. Think about it, fel magic is green. We can see it with the eyes of the blood elves, with the orbs Illidan had for eyes, and with the skin of the orcs. And with the green flames warlocks get from Black Harvest Scenario. By this logic, wouldn't Gul'dan and his followers eyes glow green as well?
5012718 Lets not forget Blood Elfs eyes either.
However. The Fel orcs in the starting area of TBC could be a hint that continued exposure to Fel energies in larger quantities could cause them to get red Eyes before getting Red skin. I'm not sure how it would work and its way past midnight at the time of writing this so I could very well be wrong at how the Fel orcs got there red skin.
5011943 It's because 'throw all pretense aside' is Nefarian's line.
5012718 Maybe, Perhaps Blizzard and as well many fictions logic.
Red (glowing as bonus) eyes = evil.
Well, the Blood Of mannoroth is glowing green, he was a demon lord/agent for what I can guess that his blood is pure fel power. orcs drink once, they got red eyes and green skin, orcs drink twice, they got red skin and sometimes, spikes and large teeth and tusks.
of course, some species while using fel magic are affected diferently, for example the blood elves. they are so addicted to magic that they need it to survive, what they do? siphon from demons and fel magic in general, when they were back High Elves, their eyes color were arcane blue due to the sunwell, however after the Scourge's invasion and Kael'thas/Illidan alliance, they started to siphon from fel magic mutating them, their glowing blue eyes faded and replaced with green eyes even their skin changed to a more red-ish tone, their slim figure changed to a more muscled one. (Lorewise)
There is something about the burning crystals in silvermoon while it said that they were around before the scourge, the crystals seems to be influenced with demonic energies or presences when the blood elves started to "feed" on corrupt magic. (Source: wowpedia.com)
(Lorewise) When the sunwell was restored and reignited, they throw away the crystals and left the "untainted" ones in silvermoon since they need it for their buildings (as you can see some structures float in the air) (gameplay wise, they don't. the zone is still Burning Crusade era, as you can see in the Murder Crow Silvermoon, Warlocks siphon from these crystals)
Seeing a lot of comments about who Mr. Mystery is. Allow me to place my bets.
Some people say it's Illidan. While that would be pretty crazy, remember two things: 1. He was a night elf, and IMO it would be more likely for him to have a greyish-purple coat. 2. He became infused with demonic powers, turning his eyes green. There's a possibility that something like Arthas happened, where he was purged of his demonic essence, but I'm not sure how that would explain his actions toward the dragons.
Some think it may be Nefarion, and one of the most common arguments against was that the Cataclysm was going on. Lorewise (I'm pretty sure), BWD (Blackwing Descent) was one of the first raids in the expansion, and you had to kill both Nefarion and Onyxia. As the author says that the story is sometime around 4.1 (Rise of the Zandalari), this would be after Nefarion's death. It could be possible.
I've also seen Gul'dan, who I'm on the edge about, and of course just another OC that the author has made.
I, however, am putting money on Neffy. Even if he says that dragons aren't the most powerful beings in the world, he could be referring to the fact that they aren't Azerothian in origin, the fact that I'm pretty sure none of them are black (black dragonflight), or he's trying to pass off as someone else. It maaaaaay be Illidan, taking that he "died" (quotes because Mr. Chris Metzen said that he'd think about making Illidan coming back work, so the demon hunter is likely deceased), but the vague description we got doesn't exactly fit.
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Less influence, but still drove them crazy.
And Big Daddy Deathwing likely killed the ones that resisted the madness.
(Like any half sane spawn of him an Alexstraza...)
[5014340 Huh.. I possibly stand corrected... I was under the impression something was between Neltharion and Alexstraza before he went utterly round the bend. I know Deathwing never had her... he never quite got to Grim Batol when the old horde was using her as a cheap broodmare. Seemed he wanted something he had back, but that could be sheer madness on his part. Blizz sort of does the whole Neltharion is dead because Deathwing is his corrupted ghost.]
Its probably Dracolich Nefarian though... Its Cata in Azeroth at this point, and Bronzebeard keeps tripping the rifts.
Someone was bound to notice interdimensional travel like that. (Old Gods? Cho'gall?) Certainly wouldn't feel like the Burning Legions methods.
I am more interested in the sudden (possible?) abrupt end of the Equestrian Old God issue, before it could even really begin. Sounds like they came in Lavos style and botched the landing, thus were unable to really take root like in Azeroth... just Corrupt a single forest before getting purged...
5014273 deathwing never got his claws on Alexstrasza; part of his original motivations for going crazy was to tap that and Ysera.
As for Nefarian, all black dragons but Wrathion were touched by the old gods, but it wasn't the same whisperings that deathwing had ( I believe ), otherwise we would have seen more obvious signs of corruption.
Chances are it's either a Black Dragonflight member (if so, very likely Nefarian due to a black scales-to fur conversion and magma-like eye color) or it's a Night Elf (if so, very likely Illidan due to dark purple-black skin which would more likely end up being dark/near-black purple fur with his golden-orange eyes due to high magic potential) (possibility of him not being tainted by fel magic from Burning Legion influence and may have been resurrected and rejuvenated/repaired to his pre-corruption form similar to Arthas while still keeping rather nifty boosts and experience/magical reserves from his time as a Demon-hunter/partial demon).
was that death wing??? or sombre??? or WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT????
I've read the story, read that cliff hanger, read the comments, and still hope it is Illidan.
Mostly because he was my faveret character in WC3.
Artheras being a close runner up.
Thrice dammed I love that game.
...(leaves to play WC3)...
So, if it's truly Nefarian(Not Neltharion, aka. Deathwing), then some interesting scheming may be at hand. While I didn't quite follow his story in the game itself, I did kill him in Blackwing Lair, and he sounds like the kind of dragon who would love to play a game of chess, if you know what I mean.
Wow nefarian your in a land of ponies heh i dont think your father would like this well mabye a little because if you get their rulers you could control the sun and moon but if your going to terrorize it it would be ok but seriously un honorable because their ponies and not all of them are armed
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That's explained in the offshoot fic. Or at least partially explained, I never did manage to finish it.
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Which ones have you played? The type of paladins I am talking about are from FE: Path of Radiance. Depending on the type of knight the character is determines which weapons the paladin has. Kieran for example was an Axe Knight, and apon reaching level 21 would chose an additional weapon being either a bow, sword, or lance, then being called a paladin. I'm guessing you've paid the most attention to the most recent game being Fire Emblem: Awakening?
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I wasn't aware of a bromance between Wraithion and Anduin.
5019211 It's fanon. Silly and facepalm-worthy.
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Aaah. I see. Yes, that does sound silly. I thought it might have been some Alliance-only thing. For the Horde!
5019349 NOT IN THE FACE!! Erm...For the Alliance!...
Dat Progress.
Poor Spike... Oh, and was that a dragon of the black flight? How in the Twisting Nether did he get here?!
YES!!! ALL OF MY YES HAS GONE TO THIS CHAPTER!
Storm finally gave Rarity her flower
,got a date with her
, and broke Spike's heart all at the same time
! This has been a most excellent moment in pony history.
I see you managed to avoid having Rainbow Dash use a dildo as a key for the box from the tree of hamony. It would be a dildo b/c after she gets rid of Fluttershys virginity in another drunken rape fest and they have their big fight she realizes her being a slut isn't helping any of her friends, apologizes and and decides to stick with dildos. Why did you decide to make Rainbow Dash into a slut, It's worse than being a prostitute. Scootaloo either needs to stop rescpecting Rainbow Dash or try to follow in her footsteps. Even if she says she understands, if she still respects Rainbow Dash she's gonna try and be like her and slut it up. If she loses respect however, you could maybe make Rainbow less of a slut. Bah, I don't know it just taints the other good stuff you got going in here.
5030136 She's not a slut... okay, maybe at the beginnig when she started her activities with Arthas she kinda acted like that, but that was just her trying something new and awesome. Since then she gradually grew out of that behaviour, as seen with her most recent actions... minus that thing with Daring Do. But that was mostly because Daring is her hero and stuff.
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Being a 'slut' means "a woman who has many casual sexual partners".
Rainbow Dash has only had sex with Matt, plus one recent experience with Daring Do, and a few "mutually intoxicated" moments with Applejack. Does that sound like a 'slut' to you?