Wind, whipping at his face, his clothing, his eyes, his body. It howled, it whispered, it seemed almost...unatrual
The sound of flags flapping about in the wind could have been heard, a Kaldorei laid face down in the sand..wait...sand? What?
The eyes of Coron Moonblade flashed open, his body tense, unmoving, as if expecting something to happen if he did. In one swift movement, he slammed his hands into the sand and pushed himself up quickly, spinning and kick up sand as he drew his scythe and held it at the ready. He stopped, his amber gaze flickering left and right, looking for any signs of danger or harm.
There was wreckage....but he had no idea where he was, that, and there was flags of both Horde and Alliance...so...perhaps an island of sorts? He muttered something under his breath, placing his scythe back on his back before getting a better look at his surroundings. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling cross his mind. It seemed to tug at it, drawing it towards a certain area. Turning, he noticed a cave near by.
"Well...like there is any 'other' option...." he growled, trudging his way through the sand to get out of the strange wind, and to take shelter with in the cave.
As Coron moved through the cave, he placed his hand on the wall and let his gloved fingers drag across the wall's surface "There is something about this place...it almost feels..." he stopped, removing his hand and looking at his finger tips, as if seeing if any thing came off the wall and onto his hand "...Eerie...that feeling that one gets they know someone is following...or watching...yet when they look...they see nothing" with that, he looked over his shoulder, and like he had said....he saw nothing.
"I swear...C'mon, Corebutt....don't go crazy on me..." he'd mutter to himself before continuing on. After a few minutes of walking, he heard voices, something about disliking rats? He wasn't sure. He crouched down, approaching silently. The voices seem to speak common, possibly meaning they were Alliance, but he wasn't going to come to conclusions just yet; For all he knows, it could just be a bunch of bandits that took shelter with in the cave.
He neared a wall and pressed himself against it, taking a peek around the corner enough to get a glimpse of who it was that was speaking. There were a few humans, and a few Kaldorei as well, perfect, at least he knew they weren't dangerous. Removing his hand from his scythe, he rose and walked into few of the group "Seems like you're all cozy, don't mind if I join you?" he'd say as he slowly, and cautiously, approached the group "Coron Moonblade, Druid of the Talon, Alchemist....and Assassin, per say. I don't mean any harm...just not sure where the hell I am" With that, he waited, his fingers twitched, ready to draw his scythe at a moments notice.
"Feel the embrace of the Shadows, child. It can protect you, comfort you, and show you many things. While doing so, it can also destroy, torment, and eliminate your enemies with ease. Let it was over you, let it be a part of you, let it share it's wisdom with you....once you master these things, you will be a force to be reckoned with......."
The words of memory faded as two shimmering jade green eyes opened to the sound of voices near by. Krystala Dawnshadow leaned against the wall of the cave system she had found earlier, though she was much older than the time of which the memory spoke from, she looked just as young as that day....they day she began her training to become a Shadow user, and a good one at that.
"Now what other poor souls have found their way into this cave?...." she'd whisper, slowly rising from her spot to and reaching down to pick up her katana. Even though it was pretty dark, she seemed to find the blade with ease as she picked it up and threw the strap around her shoulder. Making sure it was secure, she walked onwards and towards the voices that she heard from near by.