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WHO: Wrathion & fellow siege survivors
WHEN: Part 2 of the siege
WHERE: Various locations in and on the borders of Alem
WHAT: Investigation, crafting, pacing, thinking. Some closed prompts! You can throw a new one at me, or plan with me here for me to write something custom.
WARNINGS: None to start, beyond some bad mental health situations going on here.
War was something Wrathion understand. He'd never had a childhood, not really. Never really had friends. What youth he had, as he grew far too quickly, had been taken over by his dark purpose. By the threat of Deathwing --
( A shadow of dark wings, a deep voice, metal plates, magma held into shape --)
and all those who would have killed him for being related. For wanting his freedom. The threat of his family, turned to insanity, and then the threat of invasion, of the armies of the Burning Legion, the threat of N'Zoth who sough to turn him as he had his father --
An endless sea of troubles.
Watching Irenia bank and turn back towards Alem, Wrathion feels as if this place is not so far from Azeroth. Endless threats, all of them dire. None, individually, feel quite on the scale of threatening the entire planet but... all of them have the potential to certainly build up if left unchecked.
The sight of her brings dark, brooding fears to the surface. What if he dies here, and is brought back as she was -- a tool to be turned against friends? To be used to spread destruction? Following in his father's footsteps, haunting these mountains as the Aspect of Death.
There are those who believed his corruption inevitable. Perhaps he has been foolish to think he could ever escape such a fate, but still.
One thing at a time.
WHEN: Part 2 of the siege
WHERE: Various locations in and on the borders of Alem
WHAT: Investigation, crafting, pacing, thinking. Some closed prompts! You can throw a new one at me, or plan with me here for me to write something custom.
WARNINGS: None to start, beyond some bad mental health situations going on here.
War was something Wrathion understand. He'd never had a childhood, not really. Never really had friends. What youth he had, as he grew far too quickly, had been taken over by his dark purpose. By the threat of Deathwing --
( A shadow of dark wings, a deep voice, metal plates, magma held into shape --)
and all those who would have killed him for being related. For wanting his freedom. The threat of his family, turned to insanity, and then the threat of invasion, of the armies of the Burning Legion, the threat of N'Zoth who sough to turn him as he had his father --
An endless sea of troubles.
Watching Irenia bank and turn back towards Alem, Wrathion feels as if this place is not so far from Azeroth. Endless threats, all of them dire. None, individually, feel quite on the scale of threatening the entire planet but... all of them have the potential to certainly build up if left unchecked.
The sight of her brings dark, brooding fears to the surface. What if he dies here, and is brought back as she was -- a tool to be turned against friends? To be used to spread destruction? Following in his father's footsteps, haunting these mountains as the Aspect of Death.
There are those who believed his corruption inevitable. Perhaps he has been foolish to think he could ever escape such a fate, but still.
One thing at a time.
Just The Right Amount of Suffering
The last of his kind. The reason for it.
Not something he expected, in truth, from the man's demeanour. Then again, do people expect it from him? He couldn't say. What manner should someone who had done such a thing even have? What would be expected?
Blood is not always visible on hands, even when you can feel it. The stain of it, the creep of corruption.
"Not everyone has the stomach to do what must be done," he offers. "Sometimes, some of us must stand alone against the darkness so that others may bask in the light."
no subject
He certainly hadn't expected the conversation to turn in this manner, either, but now he feels a strange and unfortunate connection to Wrathion borne of tragedy and mutual blood on their hands. For the greater good. Certainly a Pyrrhic victory, and not a win at all, at least in the Doctor's mind. No one really won the Time War, but it was a war against death itself, in the end, and so the universe going on at all was a triumph.
"And we don't stop. We can't. The darkness is always there chasing the light, the universe always needs saving, the choices always need to be made."
Curious as ever, the Doctor wants more context for what happened to Wrathion's people, but his own words tell him enough. Enough for now.
"You're not standing alone, Wrathion. Not here. And that's all we have at the moment."
What happens beyond this when they eventually leave here, the Doctor can't say. He imagines he'll be alone again himself because that's the fate always waiting for him; hard to imagine otherwise when you've seen the beginning and end of everything.