Chapter 3; Decisions and Personalities

The morning galore shined in the Destroyer’s eyes, to which he grumbled at this revelation. He wanted…No he needed more sleep in order to combat the days trials.

But he couldn’t get that, could he? With a sigh, his fire-like eyes opened up to the sunlight of early morn. With a grumble, he yawned slowly to allow himself relived of an effort to fully re-awake.

His head shifted to the sleeping Life-Binder, remaining in the same position as before…With a sign he spoke in a mild tone towards her; “Life-Binder, it is time to awake to the early rise of the sun, our work on survival should begin now.”

But no response was given to the self-proclaimed ‘God of Death’. As always it angered him that she dared to defy his command, his orders, and he himself.

Now with a more stern usual-like Deathwing approached, he yelled in a ferocious disposition; “Damn you lazy Life-Binder wake up! This is not the time to sleep away in dreams of your fantasies and blissful imaginations! If we don’t do something to keep ourselves alive, how the hell are you going to keep the mortal races alive?”

This time she did awake, and gave a response that was the usual of her since their first arrival on the island; “Well Neltharion, I was trying to have some rest in order to prepare for the day…but perhaps that has not crossed your mind, as you seek over so valiantly to leave this island, and me, to continue your oh-so-flawless plans for Azeroth…”, the tone of sarcasm hit a nerve at Deathwing.

“Since were you the high-and-mighty overlord to dictate what I think, act, and do?”, he retorted but overall she had hit the mark with her statement. His rush was not only to ensure a survival but in order to leave the island as soon as possible.

But apparently that did not pass her so easily…though she merely laughed at his statement, and slowly tried to ‘stand’.  But she fell hard to the ground, as one of her legs slipped on the sand floor beneath her paws. Her first fall, of course, was pleasing to Deathwing. Seeing the Life-binder in pain and humiliation at her worst enemy was an entire show to him…and yet she continuously struggled to get back up.

Her muscles strained, her leg fidgeting at every inch towards standing on three to four legs.  What could mostly be told of her emotions would be through her eyes; Determination, courage…and another unknown emotion towards him.

It was one which wanted to prove herself to him as an equal or greater being, demanding respect of the high lord of death and destruction. Or perhaps he was just being foolish and assuming emotions simply out of the corners and feelings he perceives through those eyes of hers.

But she had seemed, at least in this pseudo-physical thinking, was as tough as his dark armor which covered his scales. The armor, itself, was a grand speculation for all to see. Yet her red scales, almost of a sanguine galore, mocked his own scales and armor!

Although, in time while he was consulting himself about the Life-Binder, she had achieved her goal sooner than later. Her eyes gazed up at his, to which it was returned mutually. The red dragon-queen gazing upon the black devil, both wondered how the other would react today and with what occasion they would proceed with.

For them the gaze lasted for hours, which turned to years, into centuries and then? Life times…Although Deathwing was the first one to speak to end the gazing silence; “Life-Binder, it is time we make a plan to proceed deeper into this island, if we just remain here then we will surely die. Our food supplies can last a whelp for two to three months but we are not whelps. We are fully grown, mature, dragon-flight members, not to mention Aspects. So if we just look at each other like damned mortals in a spree of bewilderment then nothing will be done!”

 Alexstrasza nodded her large dragonish head, asking in her own determined voice; “Then what are you ideas to prolong our survival here, Neltharion? We’re in little shape to fight if this island had any inhabitants or such…not to mention we don’t even know what this island is, where it is, or what it contains in relation to food and water supplies.”

With that the Destroyer bore a grin with his metallic mandible, commenting; “Well, life-binder, it appears that we must go deeper into its forest and claim what is necessary to survive. By force, is always a best option for the traveler who knows not of his surroundings. And since we fit that description perfectly, I’d advice we use it always.”

Although the Life-Binder immediately protested at this plan, and proposed a different idea; “Nay, Neltharion I do not believe that plan will work. For one, if you have forgotten, we’re in need of healing if we want to force some of the inhabitants are to give supplies to us…and second how do we know that there are things here to we could even possible control? Life is very expansive, not even I know how much life can exist everywhere… So there may be orcs here or left over demons that the Burning Legion decided to leave behind on their retreat during the third war. You shouldn’t be always aggressive, especially in unknown cases.”

Deathwing growled at her response, stating; “And if you are very peaceful during unknown conditions, then you’ll be dead in an instant!”, but he was glad to know that she at least agreed with him of going further into the forest and leaving this desolate beach.

With a snort, the Destroyer took the time to ask the Life-Binder one last thing. “Alexstrasza…we should probably bring what food we can with us, and set up camp about…40 kilometers or so from the beach. Then we may decide on what to do next, since we’ll obviously meet something along the way be it ‘friendly’ or hostile. In which case I want you to be aggressive for once in your pathetic life, and at least attempt to defend yourself.”, the Life-Binder only gave him a little smirk.

“Oh of course Neltharion, if you have some hesitation to attack unknown objects for once in your aggressive life”, she retorted with much sanguine attitudes. A angered Deathwing slapped her across the face, giving her a thin yet long scratch  across her right cheek. “You will learn your damned place…”, he hissed.

The Life-Binder was somewhat shocked by her facial expression, but knew it would happen sooner or later. That he would strike her for her smart retorts against him, though it was well worth it in her eyes. Her reasoning was to get some emotion from Neltharion, be it positive or negative. To have something alive in the husk that he is…

She sighed, ultimately giving into Neltharion’s plan, and proceeded forward behind him as he led the way. Even in all this chaos, in all this isolation he wanted to led whatever he could into some type of salvation. Was it ironic that he’d want this? Lead his worst enemy into a salvation attempt in order to save their lives to make sure both would survive? Or did he simply want one last time to lead her, to have her follow before things would return to the status quo? She did not know…but her heart ached to find out.

As her mind fiddled with her own thoughts, Deathwing’s mind was clear as day-light on the objective. It would be accomplished, no doubt, but what about the Life-Binder? Would she be a liability? If she would, in a most likely case of a pacifist over-tone, then he’d have to do something…but what?

Physical abuse would be too much  for her to handle, at least this is what he thought. Perhaps verbal abuse or maybe just leaving her for a while…something would have to be done in order to maintain victory within his sights. And if she did not defend herself or attack the hostiles inhabitants of this island then she would surely die or be injured. A grave image was put on his mind with this thought, mainly due to then his ‘easy way out’ of being healed was gone for good, not to mention his only company.

He continued to move on, the heat from his fore-claws causing the dirt to gain intensive warm temperatures, almost causing “lava foot-prints” stated by the Life-Binder. With this he made another hiss at her, threatening to hit her again if she proceeding out of line again.


Though as she continued her play on smart comments, she heard…voices, footsteps, a  slight rustling in the bushes. But when she turned to see where the sound originated, it merely proved nothing was there.

At first, she just told herself it was nothing. Just her mind playing tricks on her, the imagination of sounds making her believe there was indeed something there to pass the time with the Betrayer.

When she asked the fallen Earth-Warder on if he heard sounds, whispers, and particularly movement of things he replied; “I always hear whispers, from the true masters of this world. They tell me what to do, what the future shall entail. There is never a moment when I  don’t hear something, be it the movement of animals or the whispers of someone. I have simply gotten used to it, unlike you. Whelp.”

It was to be expected that Neltharion would respond negatively to the question, but he said ‘always’ he heard such things. So does that mean he heard what she heard? Or is he simply stating he hears the whispers of the Old Gods constantly?


She did not know, but the sounds still crept at the back of her mind. The bushes rustled swiftly, as each leaf shifted at a constant rate to which no end was in sight. It was almost as if the islands inhabitants, if there were any, all stared at the new comers; the strangers.

In his mind, all was silent before the act of attack. Before that first move of an endgame, though whoever attacked him would regret the day they were born! His arrogance, pride, and overall lofty persona made him an easy target for a skilled tactician in guerrilla warfare.

Alexstrasza knew this, and it seemed the eyes gazing at the two dragons knew this as well. The sounds, the whispers, the rage were all having calculation within their sight and within their voices.

The Life-Binder grew weary of the situation, growing worried of her own life and that of Neltharion’s…for although his power was great, with his damaged state his ego will become the end of him.

As the two great dragons walked forward, an act was made against them. A spear, wooden in structure with a sliver blade at its tip, struck at Alexstrasza’s hind leg area. The yelp was heard immediately by the dark leviathan, who at the same time was struck within the damaged arm with five spiked clubs that dug into what remained of his flesh.

His roar was one of pain, and pure rage as the inhabitants were struck by his large molten tail. These attackers, whom seemed like trolls but…much darker in skin and color of eyes, collided against the many trees within the small area. Although they soon disappeared from the Destroyer’s sight, as their tactics changed to their position being known.

All the while, the Life-Binder remain wounded with a spear still stick within her hind leg. As she desperately tried to pull it out to aid her current ally, two more spears came from the eastern bushes. Though this time they were aimed at the Dark one, and they struck with deadly accuracy. One had been lodged within the intersection of his leg, and the torso, making it even a more difficult option to ’move’.

Worst of all it was with his undamaged leg, causing the fight to become a major disadvantage to both of the leviathans since Deathwing was the main ’warrior’ amongst them.