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indiikaa · 5 years ago

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Shan’do and Thero’shan - Part 1

One Year before The War of the Thorns

Willow sat up in the bed, looking around in the darkness. This wasn’t the first time she had woken from a dream like this, as if someone was calling out to her. She climbed out of the bed, looking over to Indiikaa who still slept soundly; though she knew he would wake soon. The last few rays of sunlight were creeping into the windows as she walked down the walkway to the lower part of their house, but she stopped before the bottom of the walkway when she heard knocking at the door.

She opened the wooden door, smiling gently when she saw the young face before her.

“Shan’do Irontree, I’m sorry to wake you; but I was too excited for today!” Her youngest Thero’shan stood before her, a packed bag on her back. Willow shook her head, opening the door for the other.

“Come in, Ilthidrias, but quiet footsteps. Shan’do Indiikaa is still asleep, and we don’t want to wake him yet.” She spoke in a hushed tone, placing her finger over her lips to tell the young child to quiet. Ilthidrias nodded, tip-toeing into the entranceway before setting her bag down. She then followed her Shan’do into the kitchen area, sitting down at the table with a grin.

“When will Shan’do Indiikaa wake? Is he excited to come today?” the young Druid asked as Willow took out ingredients for breakfast. She looked over, nodding.

“He is very excited to come with us on our journey; he has never missed a pilgrimage,”

“My papa said that Shan’do Indii is sick... is he feeling better?”

Willow took a breath, eyes closing as she turned away from her Thero’shan.

“His illness is not something you can recover from, it is something he will live with forever. But,” she smiled as she began to stir the ingredients in her bowl. “He does not allow it to stop him from doing anything,”

“What kind of sick does he have?”

“Well, you know how sometimes, the Druids will go to sleep for a very long time?” Willow asked, setting out bowls at the table now. Ilthidrias nodded, taking her bowl with a smile. She loved it when Shan’do Irontree made food, it was always delicious.

“Mother said that the Druids sleep for thousands of years at a time!”

“Yes, they do,” Willow replied. “Well, Shan’do Indiikaa’s illness is much like that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ask him when he wakes, and he will gladly tell you about it,” she smiled, setting out cutlery before serving breakfast for the two of them. “Now, it’s time for breakfast, and then we can go through and make sure you actually packed everything you need this time,” Willow said as she sat at the table with her young Thero’shan.

They ate quietly, Willow telling Ilthidrias about growing up in Northrend and about how she and her twin brother, Wisp, had to leave to become Druids. Once breakfast was finished, the two went through Ilthidrias’s bag, making sure her sleeping bag, books, and guardian talisman was still inside.

“I wanted to let Brightwing climb inside like usual, but papa wouldn’t let me,” the young Druid frowned, looking to Willow.

“Perhaps it is better if Brightwing doesn’t come on this trip; where we are going is no place for a Fae Dragon,”

“Oh... can I bring Anthessa?”

“If Anthessa wants to come with, and promises to behave herself, she will be welcomed on this pilgrimage,” Willow smiled, looking up when she heard a noise from the sleeping area. She knew Indiikaa was going to wake soon, and she looked back to her young student. “Ilthidrias, why don’t you pick out a book and head outside? Wooka should be awake, and he is very excited when he has visitors; especially those who can read to him.”

The young Druid’s silver eyes seemed to light up even brighter when Willow mentioned the mighty white wolf, and she scampered to the bookcase to find a book she thought would keep the wolf’s attention. Once Ilthidrias had run off to find the wolf behind the house, Willow began to walk back up the walkway to the sleeping area.

“Are you awake, Indii?” she spoke gently, walking to the bed. She sat next to the sleeping Druid, giving a smile as she saw him stir.

“Not yet... ten more years...”

“I deny your request to sleep for ten more years, but I can give you ten more minutes,” She chuckled, leaning down and kissing her husband’s cheek. He turned onto his back, an amber eye opening to look up to her.

“Even as a blurry blob, you look beautiful,”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Indiikaa,” she smiled. Ilthidrias has arrived earlier than we thought, she’s outside reading to Wooka now,”

“I bet he’s enjoying that...” Indiikaa yawned moving so he was sitting up on his elbows. He winced slightly, Willow frowning as she helped him up.

“If you don’t feel up for coming, you shouldn’t-”

“I have to, Willow,” he spoke quietly, as if someone was listening. “You know what they say about me now...”

“No one speaks about you in the way you think, not after Rensar,” Willow replied with a smile. “You may look like a Demon Hunter, but you are still an Archdruid; and a damn good one too.” She spoke quietly, kissing his forehead before turning back to the walkway. “Now come on, your breakfast is ready.”

Indiikaa watched as Willow made her way down the walkway. He pulled himself up so he was sitting properly, looking down at the green tattoos that lined his arms and his chest. Reminders of a promise made, and one he intended to keep. He knew how the other Druids saw him now, but he didn’t care. He had been forgiven, and that was all that mattered to him now. He was welcomed back with open arms, and he had been there when he needed to be.

He reached over to the table beside the bed, pulling the diadem from where it sat. Emerald leaves on golden vines seemed to dance around his forehead as he placed it around his head. The blue moon that hung in the centre of the diadem fell just above the bridge of his nose, right where he liked it. It had been some time since he wore his diadem; it felt awkward now after all this time.

He took his time with breakfast before he helped Willow with the packing for the trip, packing only what they needed – a tent, pillows, and a blanket. That was all they really needed; they would have food and other amenities once they arrived in Darkshore.

Once the bag was packed, Indiikaa made his way into the back garden, watching Ilthidrias reading to Wooka. She stumbled over words, but when she did, the mighty white wolf would nudge her gently with his nose, as if encouraging her to continue.

“What are you reading, Ilthidrias?” he asked, walking over and sitting next to the younger Druid. She looked up at him with a smile.

“It’s the story of the Wolf and the Rain, I thought Wooka would like it.” She answered, looking back to the book.

“In fact, it’s his favourite; isn’t it, Wooka?” Indiikaa asked, reaching up to scratch behind the wolf’s ear. Wooka made a small huffing noise, licking at Indiikaa’s hand before allowing him to pet him. “Can I listen to you as well?”

“Yep!” Ilthidrias grinned, looking at the book once more before pointing to the wolf drawing on the page. “He looks like Wooka, but more black,”

“That is because he isn’t a wolf from the forest, like the wolf in the book,” Indiikaa replied.

“What do you mean? Aren’t all wolves from the forest?”

“No, not all of them. I believe Wooka’s parents were the mounts of Orcs; from when the Orcs first came to Azeroth,” he spoke, looking to Ilthidrias. Her confused expression made him continue. “You see, Orcs ride massive wolves as mounts, just as we ride the Night Sabre. Orcs are very big, so they ride wolves bigger than the ones you see in the forests or in books,” he explained.

“So he’s not a child of Goldrinn?” She asked, looking back to Wooka for a moment.

“All wolves are children of Goldrinn; Wooka just wasn’t born into his forests is all.”

This seemed to satisfy Ilthidrias’s curiosity, and she continued on with her reading.

It was only when she was finished did she address Indiikaa once again. “Shan’do Indii, why are you sick?”

Indiikaa’s eyes opened – he had nearly fallen back asleep listening to the young one reading. He looked to her, an eyebrow raised.

“Sick?”

“My papa told me that you have a sick that can’t be cured,” She replied, setting the book down. Indiikaa nodded, running a hand though his head.

“Oh, that sick...” he had to think of how to explain it to her. “I do have a sickness that cannot be cured, but I don’t see it as a sickness,”

“What kind of sick is it? Is it from your tattoos?” she asked, but Indiikaa shook his head.

“My tattoos are not why I’m sick. I have been sick since I was about your age,”

“What happened? Did you get pricked with a thorn like in the book I have?” Ilthidrias asked, frowning as she looked up to the Archdruid. Indiikaa shook his head, leaning back against Wooka with a small smile.

“I was once to become a Druid that keeps the Balance, much like your father does. I was training with Shan’do Stormrage and I suddenly felt very tired. The next thing I knew, I was home, in my bed, and Lady Tyrande told me I was sick,” he explained. “But they didn’t know what kind of sick I had, so they took me to Cenarius.”

“You met Cenarius?!”

“Many times, he is my Shan’do too, you know.” Indiikaa smiled to the young one, watching her silver eyes light up at the idea. “But Cenarius told my parents that I had been chosen by Ysera to dream with her within the Emerald Dream, and that when she called for me, my body would know and would force me into a sleep, so that I could run around and play with her within the dream,”

“You played with Yes... Yer... the Dreamer in the dream? Like my Mama?” she asked.

“Only sometimes, when I felt very tired suddenly. That was how I knew that Ysera wanted me in the dream with her, and I would have to find a safe place to rest my body while my mind and spirit went to the Dream.”

“Shan’do Indii if you go into the Dream, can you find my Mama and tell her to come home?” Ilthidrias asked hopefully. Indiikaa exhaled, looking down to her with a smile.

“I will do my best, Ilthidrias, but the Emerald Dream is vast and ever expanding; even I lose track of all those who reside within the Dream, especially now since the Dreamer is gone...”

“Papa said there’s no more Emerald dragons... what does that mean?” Ilthidras asked.

“You have so many questions today, Ilthidrias, can I ask why?”

Ilthidrias shrugged. “I just got a lot to ask, that’s all!”

“Well, there are still many Emerald Dragons out there, so you don’t have to worry. But now, I want you to get ready, because we’ll be leaving soon, alright? And maybe if you ask, Wooka will let you ride him all the way to Darkshore, so your legs don’t get tired,” Indiikaa winked, standing before dusting himself off.

It wasn’t long before they departed the home in the Dreamgrove, making their way through the Emerald Dreamway and into Moonglade. Once there, they head towards the large group that was waiting, Willow taking Ilthidrias to her father, who was waiting happily for them. Indiikaa had left them, but it would only be an hour before he returned with other Archdruids. They began grouping Druids together – there were four groups in total.

The group led by Archdruid Hamuul Runetotem was the first to depart into Felwood. The group was made up of Restoration Druids; including Willow’s twin brother, Wisp. He had made sure to visit with his sister before they departed, but the twins were never without each other. Wisp was sad to see that he and Willow wouldn’t be together in their pilgrimage, but they would all end up in the same place in the end as they always did.

The second group was led by a set of Druids Indiikaa knew very well – Ru’kai and Ban’dango. Ru’kai was a larger, black Tauren who was missing one of his horns; and had been branded with the Horde insignia at a young age; giving him the unfortunate nickname of “Hordehoof”. Ban’dango was his trusted accomplice; a Sen’jin Troll who many believed was touched in the head. They would be leading the group into Winterspring, training their group to survive the harshest of conditions. This would be a breeze for them, having lived in Outland for such a long time.

The third group was Indiikaa’s group, the one that Willow, Ilthidrias; and Ilthidrias’ father would be a part of. They were bound for Darkshore, where they would be living with the animals and learning how to embrace the wilds fully. Many were curious, as this would be the first time that a Feral Druid would be leading the group, but many had high expectations and excitement for the trip.

The final group was made up of younger Druids; still learning the most basic of spells. They would be bound for Hyjal, where they would be met by Malfurion, Indiikaa’s father. This would be their first pilgrimage; and many of them were excitedly flashing newly learned spells at each other. Ilthidrias was to be a part of the group, but Indiikaa had spoken with his father, allowing the younger Druid to be a part of his group.

“Those who are heading to Darkshore, how many of you know what the true virtues of being a Feral or Guardian Druid is?” Indiikaa asked, climbing onto a rock so he could address everyone. He looked around the group, frowning slightly as few hands raised. This was going to take a while.

“The virtues of being a Feral or a Guardian Druid are the same; it’s the way you use these virtues that determines what kind of Druid you are. It’s just like the virtues of Balance and Restoration; it’s all how you use them,” he began. A hand rose, and he nodded, pointing to the hand.

“A-are they the same thing, Shan’do Indiikaa?” a nervous voice asked. Indiikaa shook his head, smiling.

“In a way, they are, but they stand for different things. Guardian Druids protect the wild by being seen, while Feral Druids protect the wild by being hidden in plain sight.”

“What does that mean?” Another Druid asked.

“It is all about the animal you align yourself with. Guardians often align themselves with Bears because of their brute strength and determination. They do not fear anything or anyone, and fight for their home and forest just as we do. Feral Druids align themselves with stealthy, quieter creatures so that they can blend in easier,”

“What kind of animals?” another Druid asked. Indiikaa shrugged, thinking for a moment.

“Because of their proximity to the Barrens, or the desert; or even the jungles, many of the Tauren and Trolls who followed the Feral path in the past aligned themselves with the Lions of the Barrens. A good Feral Druid knows how to hide well, and not be seen.”

“What about Worgen? What can they turn into?”

“There has never been a truly feral Worgen Druid, because of the complications of their curse. If a Worgen were to align themselves with anything, they would be a Wolf, most likely.”

“What about you, Shan’do Indiikaa?” Ilthidrias’s voice came from the murmuring crowd.

“Before I was gifted the gift of Ashamane, I was a Nightsaber. My fur was dark blue, so I could match with the shadows of the trees in the forests, and the Nightsabers welcomed me as a protector. This is what you will do, with one of the three spirits of Darkshore, try to befriend them.”

“Who are the spirits?” another Druid asked.

“You will find out when we get to Darkshore”

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alexdrawsagain · 8 years ago

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Learn about Alex via A-Z

Got tagged by @willhernandezdraws and saw @rebelcolumbia do this already so why not?

a - age: 23 and 3/4

b - biggest fear: Being Eaten Alive or Digested by blob monster

c - current time: 11:04

d - drink you last had: Orange Juice

e - every day starts with: Me wanting to spend more time in bed

f - favorite song: This is a friggin’ hard one. My itunes tells me the song i play the most is Redbone’s Come and Get your Love

g - ghosts, are they real: Short answer Yes. I was obsessed with ghosts when I was younger and retained a lot of the info I learned and will share right here if you’re interested.

Most of the time ghosts are just a replay of an event that happens and the spirit isn’t even aware that they’re replaying the same role over and over again. They’re harmless but scary. Example the Phantom cars that chase people on lonely highways. A poltergeist is some kind of disembodied intelligence that has the ability to touch/move things(theorized to be some dead guy or a person who can move things with a thought but they often have little or no control over it or even know that they can do it). Usually ghosts are just handprints left on the concrete sidewalk that is this existence. However, before you can claim something is haunted you need extensive proof that whatever is going on can be classified as paranormal. Often there are really simple explanations for the haunting. Don’t believe those bull$#!t paranormal shows. They have to dress up ghost hunting to cover up the fact that 95% of time nothing happens and they’re just a bunch of dorks wandering around in the dark. Real ghost hunters live for the pants crappingly terrifying 5%. Parapsychology is a real science that most people treat as some glitzy supernatural nonsense. It uses THE SCIENTIFIC METHOD as a way to try and explain a haunting and sadly is filled with a bunch of dumbasses who give the field a bad name.

h - hometown: Somewhere in Illinois to which Dre thinks might as well be Narnia

i - in love with: No one.

j - jealous of: A lotta younger artists who’ve accomplished a lot and they’re a good 4 years younger than me. T_T

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l - last time you cried: I was cleaning some dishes with some Lime (it’s great for removing the smell before you add soap) and accidentally squeezed it too hard and it got in my eye and I cussed a storm.

m - middle name: Don’t have one

n - number of siblings: One

o - one wish: I just wish people would be nicer to each other and stop being so damn hateful and selfish to one another.

p - person you last called/texted: My Mom

q - questions you’re always asked: Did you do (X)? Which is either “Did you do this chore or are you responsible for this mess?“

r - reasons to smile: I’m actually having a hard time thinking of this one at the moment.

s - song last sang: My Sweet Lord by George Harrison

t - time you woke up: 9 a.m.

u - underwear colour: Why do you care?

v - vacation destination: Some distant jungle moon orbiting a Saturn like planet.

w - worst habit: My short temper

x - x-rays you’ve had: Teeth

y - your favourite food: Oven roasted or grilled Ribs. Also Pizza.

z - zodiac sign: Leo

(Also @rebelcolumbia i’ll get to the aesthetics tag soon enough. )

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