Mixed Morality

Chapter 7

Warning: Violence and swearing, also mentions of blood and death.

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Zeikial was sitting next to the Worgen stranger, also leaning against the tree. He summoned a small fire and placed it in the air between them, but not too close. Zeikial watched as the snow beneath the flame began to melt, "Sometimes when we lose something, we have to let go of the past and keep moving forward." He attempted to comfort the Worgen, still unknowing precisely what he was going through.

The Worgen raised his head slightly to look at the fire; he didn't realise he was so cold until he felt the slight warmth of the flame. He spoke softly, deep in thought, "How can one forget their entire past?" The fire cracked a few times, it was the only sound filling the new silence. They both sat by the tree for a long moment, reminiscing over one thing that they missed. Zeikial finally jumped to his feet quickly and stood in front of the Worgen holding out a hand, "Come on, let's go somewhere warmer." The Worgen lifted his head to face the Blood Elf, pure sadness still lingering in his eyes. He began reaching out his hand to take Zeikial's, but retracted slightly still staring at him, "Wait a minute, you are a Blood Elf..."
"Yes... I am..." Zeikial continued to hold his hand out but felt the tension rise.

The Worgen suddenly leapt at Zeikial, pinning him to the ground. The Worgen bared his teeth while staring into Zeikial's green eyes, the sadness replaced with anger. Zeikial used a fire blast attack to push the heavy Worgen off of him, and he gathered to his feet quickly, "Let's relax a bit, I am not trying to harm you! I am not against you! I don't want to fight!" The Worgen got up on all fours and glared at Zeikial, who was some distance away, "Then why are you here?!" He launched himself before getting an answer, holding out a hand to strike with his claws. Zeikial used another fire attack, throwing the Worgen to the side before he could reach him.

"Why are you taking your anger out on me?! What did I do wrong?!" Zeikial called out again, wishing this situation hadn't escalated so quickly. The Worgen launched himself once more but disappeared mid-jump. Suddenly a force from behind Zeikial pushed him face into the snow. A large claw slid underneath him and lifted him along with snow, being tossed at a tree at full force. He fell to the ground and coughed; the impact had aired him. He heard the Worgen's heavy footsteps approach him, and a large claw wrapped around his throat.

The claw lifted him up by the throat, sliding his body along the tree. Zeikial tried his best to open his eyes slightly; he was being held up high by the Worgen. The Worgen then tossed him by the throat toward one off the nearby hills, Zeikial landing near the bottom and sliding down slightly. Zeikial got up slightly and grabbed his pained neck, "I know you are hurting, but this is not the way to go about it!" He coughed aggressively. The Worgen approached him again, "You know nothing about me!" Zeikial stumbled to his feet, attempting to prepare for the Worgen's next attack.

The Worgen struck him again, slashing his chest and making his collapse to the ground again. Zeikial cursed to himself at the pain, when he opened his eyes the snow was stained with red. He looked to his chest and his robes were ripped, quickly soaking with blood.
"Fuck!" He cursed to himself again and quickly rolled onto his back to face the Worgen. Before the Worgen could grab at his throat, his used to magic to hold the Worgen still, slowly draining the beast's health.

The Worgen's hand was centimetres away from his throat, seconds away from another painful attack. "I don't want to fight. This is unnecessary," Zeikial spoke to the Worgen frozen over him.
"I despise those cursed with fel magic!" The Worgen yelled, a growl present behind his every word.
"The solution isn't to kill us. We are not all bad people."
"But you are Horde!"
"That doesn't define whether we should fight or not. We don't need to kill each other just because we are of different factions."

The Worgen fell silent after his words. Zeikial sighed, "Why does everyone distrust me because I am Horde? It's not like I'm set out to take over the world. I'm just minding my own business..." he said hs last sentence quieter. Suddenly his magic gave out, and the Worgen fell on top of him, too slow and weak to catch himself. Zeikial had forgotten he had been using his mana to keep him warm. They both laid in the snow for a moment, both too weak to get up, both breathing heavily.

The Worgen grunted as he raised himself slightly to take his weight off of Zeikial's, "Sorry..." Zeikial only sighed and closed his eyes, feeling himself growing weaker. Draining the Worgen's life was keeping him from bleeding out, but now he is too weak to heal himself anymore. He could feel his life slipping away, darkness shrouding his thoughts. He saw the light, the end of life itself.

He suddenly woke up, his vision blurred by a bright light around him. As he began regaining consciousness he opened his eyes slowly, green waves of magic flowing around him. His vision began to clear and he noticed the Worgen kneeling over him, his green glowing hands waving over his still body. The Worgen's green glowing eyes finally fell onto Zeikial's and he froze for a moment. He went back to waving his hands around and finished quickly, he then sat back, giving the Blood Elf some space.

Zeikial sat up slowly, tinges of pain going through his chest. He looked around him and he was surrounded by a white light and little green ball bouncing around him. It was a large area for healing he realised, and the Worgen was healing the both of them, especially him. He looked to the Worgen who was watching Zeikial closely, the healing circle slowly dying away. Zeikial looked to his chest and it was healed, blood still soaking his robes and his skin.

The Worgen drooped his head, "I'm sorry. I lashed out and lost control." Zeikial looked to the Worgen, blood also on his chest, "it's alright," he held out a and once again, "The name is Zeikial." The Worgen shot his head up, looking at Zeikial with shock. He glanced to Blood Elf's held out hand and back to his face. His body relaxed and he shook the stranger's hand, "Jaska." They both smiled at each other sadly.