WoW - Return of LePhan

His blade struck swiftly, incapacitating the monster. In sullen silence, he slipped

into the shadows and began to haunt his prey. Every footstep taken was unheard. Every breath

was as invisible as the night. The great beast howled in fury, and felt a stillness in the

air. It turned around, but found nothing. Again, it screamed in agony and frustration.

Regaining feeling in its limbs, it ran towards what it had percieved as the foul attacker.

A massive howl of pain shot through the night air. The devilish assassin had plunged

his dagger through the slip of armor in the back of the beast. With blinding speed and

quickened intent, the dagger slid across the slit through the armor and cut across the

mighty beast's frame. In merely a moment, it seemed as if all time stood still. As the

assassin withdrew his weapon from the beast and sheathed it, the massive creature's body

split in two, the upper half falling forward, to the ground. Without another motion, the

assassin vanished into the darkness, hidden with the wind.

A nearby priest came to investigate the noise, hoping to stop the torturous

bloodshed. As she brushed through the bushes and approached the clearing, she froze in place

as she saw the gruesome sight that layed before her. The titanium-armored Borg had been

cleanly sliced just below the ribs, and the smell of rotting flesh had already begun to fill

the air. It's killer had not been as perfect as they wanted to be, however, for their wounds

also left a trail through the air. She turned her attention to the upper branch of a tree,

and for a split second, their eyes met. His figure disappeared into the night, but her eyes

remained staring at the exact location of his sighting.

It was not the first time their paths crossed, and it would not be the last. With a

simple nod of acknowledgement, she stripped the Borg of its blood-stained armor and other

possessions, and left a simple prayer for the beast. As she opened her eyes and rose back to

her feet, she froze again, with a short quick gasp.

"Be greeted, Priestess. It would seem we meet again," his words pierced through her

ear as though a flounder were speared. Her breath stopped as he raised his clean knife to

her chin. As she stood there, lost for words, he merely cackled at her fear. He sheathed his

weapon and jumped back into the tree from where he had been spotted. "Keep out of this

business, if you know what's best for you."

As the dark rogue left, she caught her breath and fell to her knees, gasping for

air. 'Could it really have been the same person,' she thought to herself. "He had been

killed long ago," she caught herself saying aloud. "Is this what that Necromancer had

meant..? No... It couldn't really be..." Her voice creeped back into her throat. His cackle

ran through her mind, unable to be shaken. In panic, she fell to her knees and cursed the

very ground she walked on. She turned, facing the skies, and shouted his name for all the

land to hear.

As he ran through the trees, he stopped upon a sturdy branch as the voice echoed

towards him. Lephan. That had been his name once. It was only a memory now. He snickered to

himself at his thoughts, and with speed and precision, impaled a sleeping squirell upon his

dagger, and began to feast upon its flesh. An undead had to make time for meals one way or

another, did he not?

~To be Continued~