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neo-kajatrash · 7 years ago

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Short WoW fic below the cut:

If anyone’s interested :/ It’s about my boy Ruszell, and my other boy Karuon.

Fall from Venture Co.

“I’m gettin’ real sick o’ your attitude, boy!” the older goblin growled, pointing a knobby finger at Ruszell and taking a threatening step closer.

Ruszell held his ground and glared right back at him, turning his round nose up and baring his sharp teeth. The messy brown hair that wasn’t tied up in his ponytail fell over his forehead, and his bright pink eyes glinted with annoyance and frustration. He leaned with his elbow on the handle of his pickaxe, wearing only his working pants and boots, with his shirt tied around his waist and suspenders hanging over his hips. Sweat from the day’s work glistened on his earthy green skin in the evening sunlight, which cast long shadows across the grass in front of him.

They stood at one of the smaller entrances to the Venture Co. Mine--just a few feet from a tall cliff that dropped down to the plains of Mulgore--and were only now just taking their afternoon break. A few other goblins were taking their break as well, but they all sat closer to the entrance near the log piles enjoying the shade the mountain provided and talking amongst themselves. Just beyond the rocky clearing was the beautiful dry valley, stretching on for miles below and practically glowing in the setting sun. From where they were, they could see much of Mulgore and its peppering of pine forests and rivers--along with the tall silhouette of Thunder Bluff far away against the cloudless sky.

Ruszell hadn’t eaten yet, so he was getting even more annoyed that this old goblin he only just met a few weeks ago was trying to start something with him. His large, turned-up ears swiveled towards him angrily, multiple piercings swaying from the movement.

“Ahh, shove off!” he barked back. “I’m only just lettin’ you lot know that I don’t belong here with all o’ you. I’m supposed to be all over Azeroth, traveling and adding to my map--if it weren’t for my dragon being stolen!”

“So you’ve said,” the older goblin grumbled, dark eyes narrowing. “About a million times over! What makes you so much more special than any of us? Too ‘good’ for this work, huh? I swear if I hear about your so-called ‘adventures’ one more time, I’ll--”

“You’ll what, old man?”

The goblin stopped and glared at him for a moment, wrinkled face twisting with anger. But then he seemed to relax slightly, and his voice lowered.

“I’ll get rid o’ ya... so we don’t have to hear it no more. Anyone ever tell ya you’re unbearable to be around, ya lousy conceited git?”

He took another step towards him, clutching his own pickaxe in his hand. Ruszell stiffened a little, ears flicking back for a moment as if remembering that only a few steps behind him was nothing but a sheer cliff.

“Ahh, shut ya trap,” the hunter argued back, glancing around a little uncomfortably. “What, ya gonna kill me? Just cause I’m better than you, and you’re jealous? Huh?”

“...Ya say ya had a dragon, right?”

Uneasy now, Ruszell swallowed and lifted his pickaxe. He glared harder at the goblin as if daring him to take another step closer, but it was obvious by his trembling ears he was getting nervous over his threats.

“Yeah,” he answered through his teeth. “A rocket-enhanced, two-headed wyvern.”

“Well then… you better hope it’ll show up now and save ya, then,” the older goblin said with a crooked, malicious smile.

In a bit of a panic from the miner’s aggressive tone, Ruszell lunged toward him--but the old man was too fast. Without warning the goblin swung his pickaxe and flung the young hunter’s own tool out of his hands, sending it clattering backwards down the cliffside. Ruszell’s eyes widened at that and he tried to jump past his attacker to avoid him, but the fed-up goblin quickly swung again. He caught the younger goblin’s bare side with the end of his pickaxe, sending blood splattering over the grass and drawing a shocked and painful shout from its victim.

“Aauughh!! Damn!”

The injured goblin fell to his hands and knees, breathing hard and wincing as sticky blood seeped over his skin. Head bowed, he quickly lifted a hand to grip his wound, as if it would help.

After a short second of suffering he looked back up at his enemy, seething furiously with pain glimmering in his eyes. But instead of fighting, he started to scramble desperately further from the cliff, towards safety--and possibly towards another goblin miner who would help him... However the old man just chuckled darkly and leaned down to grab him forcefully by the neck. Dragging him up with strength that the younger goblin didn’t expect, he walked back towards the cliff and only stopped when Ruszell was hanging over the edge by his outstretched arm.

Scratching hard at the old man’s strong hand around his throat and thrashing his feet as he choked, Ruszell’s eyes were now only filled to the brim with mortal panic. His face paled when he glanced down at the lightly forested plains below, watching as his own blood dripped down his leg and sailed towards the earth.

“P-Please!!” he gasped as he struggled in the air, pink eyes wide and ears pulled far back. “Don’t… I-I’m--s-sorry…!”

“Heh… too late, little boy…” the older goblin hissed, still holding his pickaxe in his other hand. “I’d tell ya you’ve learned your lesson for next time… if there was to be a next time.”

“L-let me go…!” Ruszell pleaded pitifully, heart pounding and chest rising and falling with panicked breaths. His whole body trembled with the threat of death so close, and he had no way to escape. Was this really how it was all going to end?

“Poor choice of words,” answered the old man with a smirk.

The miner suddenly released his grip, watching with satisfaction as the younger goblin plunged downwards. Crying out with fear, Ruszell tried in vain to grab the dusty cliffside with scrambling hands on his way down… But soon the old goblin couldn’t see him anymore, and only just heard his screams echoing in the dry air.

After a good moment of just staring out at the plains, the old miner just sniffed and hoisted his bloodied pickaxe over his shoulder.

“Good riddance, kid.”

The large black and white tauren sighed tiredly and glanced around, running his fingers through the loose black hair that fell forward between his curved, front-facing horns. He huffed through his ringed nose, pierced ears flicking for a moment to ward off small flies. As he put his hand back down and stroked his braided beard once, his bright green eyes searched the place for any more herbs he needed.

Karuon decided he was all stocked up on gathering, and shifted his bag over his shoulder as he turned around to go back home. He walked casually through the few pine trees as he made his way north, glancing up at the darkening sky. He figured he’d be back to Bloodhoof Village by the time the sun set below the towering mountains that surrounded the valley.

However, he wasn’t expecting to suddenly catch such a strong whiff of blood. Turning his large head and making his beaded necklaces sway with the movement, he stopped in his hooved tracks and stared with wide eyes at something a good few feet away that he never expected to come across. It was a shirtless goblin on his back, clothes torn and caked in dirt and blood--as he had obviously fallen from the cliff and rolled a long ways down. It seemed as though his arm was broken badly, and his face was turned away towards the rocks, ears and body limp as death. Karuon felt a spell of grief and horror at seeing such a terrible sight on such a nice afternoon… but he had nothing to do with this poor dead goblin, and opted to just leave him where he was. Either someone else would find him, he thought a little guiltily--or the animals nearby would soon have an easy meal.

But just as he was about to move on, his floppy ear perked up at a small sound. A sound of slow, pained breathing. This goblin was alive… and now Karuon knew he couldn’t just leave him here. Even if he was to die soon, at least the tauren druid would be sound in the knowledge that he tried his best to help him. He’d never heard anything very good about the people of his stereotypically untrustworthy race, and he had to admit he didn’t love the idea of even touching the dirty little guy… But that wasn’t enough to dissuade him from kneeling down and carefully picking him up. Surprised at how light he was, he cradled him safely in his arms and tried not to hurt him more than he already was. Red blood from his mouth was smeared over his cheek, as well as from multiple cuts on his face and body. The goblin was all sticky with dust and sweat, too, which made Karuon’s large nostrils wrinkle--but still he was determined to do what he could for the small, injured thing.

The sun was slowly disappearing along the mountain range when Karuon returned to the village, and he hurried to his tent near the outskirts before anyone could see what he was holding. Gingerly laying the unconscious goblin down on a thin rug over the soft, grassy ground, the tauren turned and closed his tent door by fastening the beads on the edges. Then he sat down near his hurt guest with his legs crossed, sighing to himself and mumbling that his home would smell like dirty goblin blood for a while.

In the pale darkness cast through the fabric of his tent, Karuon took a moment to just stare at the goblin. He’d never actually been so up-close with one before--besides walking past the good few that usually bustled around Thunder Bluff for trade, but they never paid him much mind. Their ears were so big, and their green bodies so small and stocky, with such long faces and large hands and feet… the tauren couldn’t help but stare.

But when the injured goblin stirred a little and coughed blood over his stubbly chin, Karuon was suddenly reminded why he brought him here in the first place. He quickly took a rag and a bucket of water from the other side of his tent and cleaned the little guy up, managing to wipe away all the blood and dirt he could. He was still scored with cuts and bruises, especially the large gash on his side--not to mention his broken bones and the little, unhealable tears in his ears--and for a moment Karuon felt bad that he didn’t have a potion or a healer to help him quicker.

As he stared down at the goblin again, the tauren figured he could go to a shaman he knew of in the village. Sure it would be an awkward conversation, this late in the evening… but wasn’t this a matter of life or death he was dealing with--goblin or no? Besides… he couldn’t deny that he liked having an excuse to speak with the shaman he had in mind.

Ruszell’s face twisted and he suddenly smelled all sorts of grass, earth, and leather around him. He was warm but shivering, and his weak ears slowly straightened against the ground. It took him a moment… but when he finally remembered what just happened to him, his eyes flew open and he shot up.

Immediately wracked with the pain of broken ribs and a broken arm, not to mention the dark bruises that were forming all over, he grunted and groaned and fell weakly back to the ground with a soft thud. He choked on blood for a minute before managing to swallow it, gritting his teeth at the splitting headache that made him feel sick. He couldn’t move his arm and the thought made him panic a little… Then with fearful breaths he finally opened his eyes again, and looked around at what looked to be the inside of a tent… or a home… Where was he?

It was just then that Karuon returned and ducked back into the tent, with a promise from the shaman that she would meet him here soon to heal the little stranger. He was surprised to see the goblin awake so soon, and he was also a little proud of himself that he’d managed to help him this far. However, the goblin did not seem grateful; he tried to scramble painfully away on the grass and lifted his hand in defense--snapped arm useless by his side.

“Back off!!” he shouted in goblin with a broken, scratchy voice, baring his sharp teeth stained red. He trembled and breathed hard against his cracked ribs, confused and afraid of this strange place. But just now he noticed how he’d been cleaned up… and when he stared into the tauren’s green eyes, he saw no malice.

Karuon frowned and hurriedly lifted his hands to show he wasn’t armed, staying a good distance from the goblin and still standing.

“Don’t worry…” he said softly in orcish. “You’re safe… You fell a long way, little goblin.”

Ruszell’s hand dropped and his eyes welled up with shocked tears as he sat back on it in the padded-down grass, realizing just how close he was to death--and yet he’d been spared from it. His ears drooped back and he looked up at the stranger with chattering teeth and clouded, pain-filled eyes.

“...Th-thank you…” he answered in goblin, feeling his pride crumble as he admitted his gratitude.

Karuon didn’t know what he said, and now he wasn’t sure this goblin could even speak orcish. He wasn’t expecting him to look so fallen apart, though, and he wondered if he really understood this was a safe place.

“...So, this is the one in need of healing?” came a deep, female voice from behind Karuon, before he could say anything more. When he moved aside, the shaman peered at the frightened, beaten up goblin curiously and entered. She slowly kneeled down a couple of feet from Ruszell, who was having a hard time processing what was happening as he was mostly just wincing and huffing and distracted by the pain. Giving him a calm nod of greeting and a soft “hello,” the light brown tauren woman held her hands up towards him and emitted the only healing spell she currently knew, palms glowing.

Ruszell didn’t know how to respond or feel--but all he knew was that the terrible pain all throughout his body was fading away. His bones slowly mended and he gasped and coughed with freed lungs, shocked but feeling so much better. After a long minute of this, the shaman stopped and put her hands on her lap, sighing tiredly with the mana she’d exerted.

“...How unexpected, that you should be found...” she said with flicking ears, watching with gratification at her own abilities as Ruszell stood up cautiously and dizzily with perked, yet newly-scarred ears. He gazed down at his healed body with shock and relief, moving his arm and flexing his fingers--which just moments ago he couldn’t move at all.

“Thank you, for this,” Karuon said quietly to her.

Ruszell finally looked back up at the two tauren with misty eyes, amazed that they would bother to save him and feeling more lucky than ever.

“...I… I-I don’t got no money…” he confessed in orcish with trembling ears, holding out his empty palms as if to show them. He assumed they expected payment for this, and he worried that since he couldn’t, they might try to take something from him or maybe track him down.

“For saving your life?” Karuon asked with a casual wave of his large hand, glad that the stranger understood. He stepped closer to the two of them with a soft thud of his hooves on the grass. “Leave your healer’s payment to me, goblin. All I ask is that you go to Mulgore’s capital now--and with this, they’ll lend you a ride back to wherever you came from.”

He reached out and dropped a couple of coins into the goblin’s outstretched hands, much to Ruszell’s surprise. As Karuon did so the shaman woman looked at him with a lovely soft expression, and he easily yet somewhat bashfully returned it.

“No… I owe ya my life,” Ruszell finally said with a weak voice, taking their attention away from each other. But he slunk around the edge of the tent towards the exit while still facing them, hand over his rapidly beating heart to show his sincerity.

“I’ll be back one day… To repay you… Believe me…”

And with that, he was gone.

The lucky goblin quickly made his way by foot in the darkness along the clear road to Thunder Bluff. As he walked, he untied his shirt from his waist to button it up again, and pulled his suspenders back up over his shoulders. As he did so, he stared up at the quiet, dim stars with watery eyes and a shaky sigh... He now viewed his rescued life in a completely different, much more humble light.

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blackpienbuzz · 3 years ago

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Muling pagkikita

Love story

By: Analyn Agpaoa

Photo by: @JanJirous(Shutterstock)

Isang istorya ng dalawang matalik na mag kaibigan na nag kagustuhan sa isa’t- isa ngunit hindi nabigyan ng pag kakataong aminin ang tunay na nararamdaman dahil pinag hiwalay sila ng madayang panahon at huli na ng sila ay muling mag kita.

Isang matandang babae na palaging mainit ang ulo at hindi maipinta ang muka na si Lisa at isang matandang lalaki na si Manolo na mahalaga sa buhay ni Lisa ang napunta sa isang purgatoryo kung saan napupunta ang mga namamatay na tao na may mga nagawang kasalanan at naghihintay na makaakyat ng langit. Malapit ang dalawa sa isa’t – isa dahil sila ay matalik na mag kaibigan noong sila ay dalaga at binata pa lamang, araw araw na mag kasama ang dalawa at parang mag kapatid na ang turing sa isa’t – isa, naging mag kasintahan ang dalawa ngunit hindi nag tagal ang kanilang relasyon dahil tutol ang ama ni Lisa kay Manolo at dahil duon ay nag kahiwalay sila. Nag kahiwalay ang dalawa at Hindi alam ni Lisa kung nasaan si Manolo, nagpadala ng mga telegrama si Lisa ngunit walang sulat na natatanggap si Lisa na galing kay Manolo.

Lumipas ang dalawang taon at muling nag kita si Manolo at Lisa ngunit huli na ang lahat dahil ikakasal na si Lisa, nag karuon ngb pag kakataon si Lisa at Manolo para mag usap at duon na nga ikinuwento ni Lisa ang lahat ng nangyare simula noong nawala si Manolo. Ikinuwento ni Lisa na nag dadalang tao siya at ikakasal na siya, sa tagal ng panahon na inantay ni Lisa si Manolo ay wala itong nagawa kundi sundin ang gusto ng kaniyang ama na mag pakasal kay Ernesto kahit labag ito sa kaniyang loob. Matapos ikasal ni Lisa at Ernesto ay wala nang balita si Lisa kay Manolo, nag daan ang mahabang panahon, maganda ang naging buhay ni Lisa dahil mayaman ang napangasawa nito, ngunit masaya man ang naging buhay ni Lisa sa piling ng kanyang asawa at mga anak hindi parin naalis sa isip ni Lisa si Manolo, lumipas man ang mahabang panahon, nag kaasawa at nag kaanak man si Lisa ay hindi niya nakalimutan ang itsura at masasayang araw na mag kasama sila ni Manolo at umaasa parin si Lisa na muling magkukrus ang landas nilang dalawa. Nagdaan ang ilang taon, nawalan na ng pag asa si Lisa na muli nya pang makita si Manolo at tinanggap nalang ang katotohanang hindi na sila muling mag kikita pa, nang namatay ang asawa ni Lisa dahil sa malubhang sakit ay unti – unti narin itong nanghina at kasabay ng kaniyang pag hina ay ang pag abanduna sa kaniya ng kanyang dalawang anak at mas piniling sa ibang bansa na manirahan. Ang dating Lisang masayahin at laging positibo sa buhay ay unti – unti nang naging maiinitin ang ulo at hindi na maipinta ang muka sa tuwing lalabas ng kaniyang silid o kaniyang tahanan, naging palaging nakasigaw at naging mapanakit narin ito sa kaniyang kasambahay. Unti – unti naring nag kasakit si Lisa, naka ilang beses nag pabalik balik sa ospital si Lisa dahil sa komplikasyon nito sa baga at mag karuon ng Diabetes hanggang sa hindi na kinaya ng kaniyang katawan at bawian na ng buhay sa luob ng kaniyang tahanan. Alam ni Lisa sa sarili niya na patay na siya, pag mulat ng mga mata ni Lisa ay agad niyang tinanong ang kaniyang sarili kung nasaang lugar siya nang makita niya ang isang napakalaking pinto

“Nasa langit na ba ako?” “Langit na ba ito?,”

“sa wakas makakasama ko na ang asawa ko” natigil ang pag tatanong ni Lisa sa kaniyang sarili ng biglang mag salita ang isang babae at sabihing

“Maligayang pag dating sa Aleng Lisa dito sa purgatoryo kung saan kayo mag mananatili bago kayo makatawid sa langit ” agad na dinala ng babae ang maleta ni Lisa na may mga lamang damit sa kaniyang kwarto na tutuluyan hanggang sa ito ay makatawid sa langit.

Mag isa lamang si Lisa sa kaniyang kwarto hanggang sa may isang matandang lalake ang napunta sa purgatoryo at dahil puno na at wala ng mga bakanteng kwarto ay pinag sama nalang sila sa iisang kwarto

“Sana ho ay ayos lang sa inyo na may kasama sa kwarto”

“Panigurado naman hong mag kakasundo kayo ng makakasama mo sa kwarto, lalo na at kilalang kilala nyo ito”

sambit ng namamahala sa purgatoryo. Nag taka at tila may malaking katanungan si manalo sa kaniyang sarili at iniiisip kung sino ang makakasama niya sa kwarto, agad na nag tungo si

Manolo kasama ang isang babae na may dala ng kaniyang mga gamit patungo sa kaniyang tutuluyan pansamantala. Agad na sinalubong ni Lisa ang babae ng pasigaw na salita

“Hoy babae bakit ka nanaman andito” at siya namang pasok ni Manolo sa kwarto, agad na umalis ang babaeng nag hatid kay Manolo, sa pag upo ni Manolo sa kama ay tinanong ni Lisa ang pangalan nito, nang dahil sa kantadaan ay naging makakalimutin na si Lisa

“Ano nga ho ulit ang pangalan nyo ?��,

“Hay nako, ulyanin na si gilay”

“pangalan ko lang ay hindi na matandaan” “Manolo...”,

“Ahh, ikaw na pala si Manolo?” sagot naman ni Lisa.

“Ulyanin na nga Malabo pa ang mata” pang aasar ni Manolo kay Lisa

“Wow ha dapat ba kilala agad? ang laki kasi ng tinanda mo Manolo”

“Habang ako naman huminto na sa pag tanda ” “Oh ano na kumusta ?”.

Nag patuloy ang kwentuhan at asaran ng dalawa hanggang sa kinuha ni Lisa ang kaniyang bag

“Saan ka naman pupunta?” tanong ni Manolo

“May lakad kami ng mga amiga ko” sabay labas ng kwarto. Pag sara ni Lisa ng pintuan ay bakas sa kaniyang muka ang saya dahil sa haba ng kaniyang pag

aantay sawakas ay nagkita na sila ulit. Tumagal si Lisa ng dalawang taon sa purgatoyo hanggang

sa napasama na siya sa mga makakatawid papuntang langit ngunit imbis na matuwa si Lisa dahil

sa wakas ay makakasama na niya ang kaniyang asawa ay nalungkot ito dahil mag kakahiwalay

sila muli ni Manolo, bago umalis si Lisa ay kwinento niya kay Manolo kung bakit hindi siya

agad nakatawid sa langit, “Ginawa ko ang lahat para lang maantay kita, dahil ayokong sabihin

mo na hindi nanaman kita inantay”. “Music plays” “Till I met you I never knew what love was,

till I met you This feeling seems to grow more every day I love you more each day” Nang

tumugtog ang musika ay hiningi muli ni Manolo ang kamay ni Lisa upang isayaw siya sa huling

pag kakataon at nanumbalik sa kanilang dalawa ang mga araw noong mag kasintahan pa sila,

masayang sumasayaw at walang pakialam sa mga hadlang sa paligid, masayang nag tatawanan at

punong puno ng pag mamahalan at duon napag tanto nila na kahit marami mang hadlang sa

kanilang pag mamahalan wala paring makakatalo sa dalawang taong tunay na nag iibigan .

#love story #fiction

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