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| - Slathar had to smile while he shook his head in disbelief. It was quite an unusual moment when a human and forsaken showed romantic feelings for each other. However he knew that it wouldn't last. It simply couldnt last. Warring factions would not agree with the situation and could easily make them both miserable, if not permanently dead. But Slathar thought he had a solution. He could lead them somewhere secluded, someplace where they could share their feelings for each other without persecution. In fact they had a few choices too. Azshara, Felwood, Winterspring, and Silithus were all pretty much devoid of racial problems and would be ideal for the two to spend their days together. Slathar gallantly suggested to the two about moving to one of these places. He would see that they had food, water and supplies, plus a nice place to live. He could make it happen; all he needed was their trust. Kopfjagger didn't understand what was taking the healing potion so long to take effect. Lucia's eyes were still rolling in her head and her mutterings, if anything, were getting worse. Her body was cold and trembling. Slather was saying something but it was nothing more than a buzzing in the back of the Forsakens mind. He was also not paying attention to goo that seemed to bubble and froth on his lips. Holding Lucia close, his mind ran through the possibilities. Poison was a possibility, but there were no signs of any. She could have deeper wounds than he has yet to observe, but the potion should have cured that already. He was not able to give her another potion yet, too much and her body would rebel and shut down. He didn't realize it, but he was still gently rocking back and forth, cradling Lucia and kissing the top of her head as he pondered what would help. His hands were gently tracing the graceful curve of her cheeks and chin; lips repeated their soft kisses upon her head. The cut was gone already from the potion, leaving only a slightly pink, raw line where once there was pain and blood. "Please," he whispered to her. "Please come back to me Lucia. I know a place that we can go. I have seen it before on a mission for the Druids. It is called Moonglade, my dear. It is such a beautiful place..." His voice was soft and tender as he described the wonders and beauty of the druidic homeland, Moonglade. He told her of the many bridges and the crystal waters. He spoke to her about how the Elves and Forsaken, Tauren and Human all seemed to be at peace there. There was no war in Moonglade. There was no hate or death. Moonglade, he told his heart's desire, is where they could go and be together in peace and love. Slather made a shocked sort of noise, but it was lost on Kopfjagger. Nothing existed outside of the broken woman in his arms. Broken, but not gone. He continued to rock back and forth, hoping beyond hope that his precious Lucia would survive this latest assault on her life and their love. He looked up at Slathar, tears streaming down his face. The Forsaken rogue, taker of souls and assassin for the Dark Lady, was at a loss for words. He wanted to beg for help, but he had no idea what form that help could possibly take. His eyes pleaded but his mind was numb with loss and pain. Gently, he leaned Lucia's head back, cradled in his arms. He slowly lowered his face near hers and could feel her faint, warm breath upon his lips. Tenderly, he kissed her. His cold and lifeless lips found hers warm and tender. He lingered there, his lips pressed against hers. If she was to die, at least it would be knowing how much he truly loves her. ((This part of the story was written in partnership by Kopfjagger and Lucia. I have the honor of retelling it but at least half, if not more, of the creative power comes directly from Lucia even though her name does not appear to the left of the post. *bows deeply to Lucia* Thank you, Lucia, for letting me retell our story, I hope to do it justice.))
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