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