Thalias: part 33

     Ruki rattled the tight, rusty chains that bounded her to the wall. Ruki's body shook but not out of fear. It was the lack of food, water, and sleep. She looked down at her feet and wept silently.
     The clang of metal armor came.
     Ruki's eyes widen in sheer terror as she desperately tried to break the chains.
     A dark cackle came. "Foolish night elf." The Lich King sneered.
     Ruki froze.
     "I find myself being bored." The Lich King cracked his knuckles.
     "Please... no..." Ruki weakly sobbed.
     "Enough!" His voice boomed through the chamber as he took of his helmet. "Now...." The Lich King leaned in towards her as Ruki pressed herself against the wall, trying to get as far away from him as possible. "Don't be like that, night elf."
     Ruki whimpered in Darnassian as the Lich King caressed her cheek.
     A malice grinned formed across his lips. He slugged her across the face and then decked her in the stomach.
     She yelped, crumpling over as much as she could.
     "Stupid mortals," the Lich King slid his helmet back on and exit-ted the room.
     Ruki sniffled, blood dripping out of her nose and the corner of her mouth.

     The side of Ruki's face already started to bruise when her ears twitch to the faint sound of paw pads rushing done the hall.
     "Thalias...." she weakly said.
     "Not exactly." A gruff, hollow voice replied.
     Ruki looked looked up and opened her mouth to cry out, but the beast on the ceiling swiftly dropped down and covered her mouth with a clawed hand.
     "Shhh..." he grinned, chuckling darkly.
     Ruki squirmed as she saw the beastly death knight draw his sword. Her head bowed and she closed her eyes. This is it....
     Ruki felt sparks rain down on her and her hands drop to her sides. Her eyes opened to see the death knight re-sheathing his sword.
     He grinned at her and slung her over his shoulders and rocketed away.
     Ruki clung to his thick mane as he decked into a hole that led to outside the citadel.
     A strangely gentle snow fell, but it stung Ruki's face as the speed this worgen was carrying her. She buried her face.
     The worgen howled as he lept onto the back of a large, ebon-colored gryphon.
     His mount squwacked as it took off towards the city of Dalaran.

     Varian paced anxiously, getting more and more worried with each passing moment. He glanced up at the beat of gryphon wings.
     It's rider, after taking the form of a human, slid off, carrying Ruki. "Too weak to walk." He grunted, placing the emaciated night elf into the eager king's arms.
     "Varian?" Ruki touched his face as he began to cry.
     "Yes, Ruki. it's me..." he hugged her, and then looked up to thank her rescuer.
     He was gone, and so was his gryphon. All that was left of them was a small ebon feather. Varian took her back to their suite.

     "Am I going to have to put you in a bubble?" Varian patted the side of Ruki's face with a warm, wet cloth.
     She whinced, for that being her bruised side. "No, honey. Any sign of Thalias?"
     "No.. she hasn't came back. She might not with her wings that ruined." Varian sighed.
     "I hope she's okay..."

     Thalias was fine. She was curled up on the lap of her undead rescuer.
     "It's nice to have some company again..." her voice shook as she petted her. "Though I think we need to find your owner.
     Thalias mewed. She looked around the tent and spotted a flyer saying that high members of the Alliance will be coming to the Tournament. She jumped off her lap and grabbed the flyer and brought it back to the Forsaken woman.
     She took it from her mouth and read it. "... Is your owner an Alliance general?"
     Thalias nodded, then fetched an arrow. She placed it at her feet.
     "A... an Alliance general ranger?"
     Thalias nodded Now you're getting it!
     The Forsaken smiled weakly. "Very well, kitty. I'll see if I can find your owner." She patted the cat on the head.