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angryfistofgod2016-09-20 12:06 am
4896apexiscrystals) wrote in angryfistofgod2016-09-20 12:06 am
Entry tags:
- canon: warcraft (2016),
- canon: world of warcraft,
- character: anduin wrynn,
- character: archmage khadgar,
- character: archmage khadgar [darkverse],
- character: archmage khadgar [modern au],
- character: archmage khadgar [worgen au],
- character: colton vayne,
- character: khadgar [movie],
- character: liam greymane,
- character: llane wrynn,
- character: sylvanas windrunner,
- character: thrall,
- character: tonidina "toni" branwen,
- meme: open post,
- mun: apple,
- open,
- psl
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Alone. Khadgar was finding that he hadn't wanted the return to being alone and he was sorely tempted to fly after him now that Atiesh was in his possession. He didn't, allowing the childish annoyance to build as the warm leather creaked and he melted against the wall of the cave in protest of the Worgen leaving.
He was alone again and he found himself angry at himself because he did not want to he alone -- and at Genn for doing it I'm the first place. Honestly, he would've preferred Genn to remain so he could curl against his side and soak the comfort that was a bit like forgiveness up like a sponge.
Maybe he was a little bitter over it and took the time to pout like a child for a short while. It was a rare thing, really, that he'd allow himself to be that childish. Though, Genn's departure had the Archmage aware of how much he needed a bath. So he decided to do that and then pick at the bird when he returned from the rinse.
Pushing himself off the ground, Khadgar moved to his bag and pulled out the luxurious soap and shampoo and the cloth. New bandages were set in the pocket of the large coat as was the other items and he wandered out to along to the edge of the river. He sheds the borrowed coat and then the ruined robe, finally naked after he takes the pants off.
Bathing always felt good to Khadgar and he found that he missed it, though the cold creek water left something to be desired. He could really do without that part. He took his time in washing his body, knowing Genn would be back before dawn and there really was no hurry at all. So he took the time to thoroughly wash himself, knowing the grime needed to be clawed off in some places and even gentle scrubbed at the lacerations. Flecks of dried blood dissolved in thr river water and he even cursed softly when he realized he pulled scabs off with a unintentionally harsh rub against the upper wound.
He allowed it to bleed, carefully washing the rest and making sure he wasn't getting anything infected. Well, it might be a little bit and snorted. He shoved it from his mind, rinsed his body and hair and put his pants and the borrowed coat on before returning to his cave.
Still empty, even though he knew it would be - a small part of him had hoped. He returned to his spot after grabbing the cooked bird to pick at and well... He was more hungry than expected. The moment the flesh hit his mouth he was ravenous, tearing into the foul to fill what felt like a suddenly gaping hole in his stomach. Faintly, he was glad Genn was not there to see that, if only because he was not particularly interested in the 'I told you so' that would come in some form.
Of course, the speed in which he devoured the cooked meat was only conductive to make his stomach hurt. He felt like he would expel the food, which just seemed counterproductive to the whole point of eating in the first place. He sighed, eyes closing and trying to rest himself.
It would serve Genn right if he were to return to Khadgar passed out anyways, so he at least decided to attempt to do such a thing.
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The reason why he thought might be due to the amount of worgen that passed through the place offering aid or merely resting on their way elsewhere. He managed to pull a couple of the helpful ones off to the side and once he'd made his needs known, including his need for secrecy, they were very useful in getting him the remaining items he wanted without having to spend more time traveling or seeking those items.
Thus it was with a full backpack and full satchel that be set back out in the direction of Khadgar's cave just shortly after dark had begun to settle in. Fortunately the change in lighting didn't impede him much. He still could see the way easily enough and given he'd made note of the smells around the cave, those told him before his sight did when he was coming into reach of it.
Entering it though made him pause as new smells came to him and it quietly noted that Khadgar must have bathed after he'd departed. Which was one less thing to do from his mental list. He also noted the lack of the bird and huffed softly in annoyance. While he hadn't smelled any evidence of vomit upon arrival, signalling it had come up the way it'd gone down; he doubt it had really done much good for the Archmage to have apparently stuff himself on it.
He moved to set first the satchel down and then slid the pack off so he could work at going through what they contained. Khadgar appeared to be resting, so he would allow him to continue resting for now as he worked.
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Moving was not something Khadgar wanted to do, even hours later. His stomach was still cramping and threatened to force the excess of food out through various heaves that would leave his whole body sore. In other words, he regretted not portion on himself on that chicken or even not eating it as fast as he did. Could've, would've, should've, but he didn't and he was starting to hate it.
When his furry companion returned just as dawn was coming, Khadgar felt the bitterness replace his misery and snuggled deeper into the stolen coat. It was warm and engulfed him in the fabric due to the large height difference between Genn and him at that moment. He was comfortable enough on thr ground, just hiding away in the coat and saw no reason to do more than subtly turn onto his side to watch what the king brought back.
The large metal tub had Khadgar raising a brow, quieting the urge to ask him why that was needed if there was a perfectly good source of water near by with the realization that the white wolf was a king and therefore spoiled. Another time he would've teased him over the distaste he had for how he found Khadgar, it would be good natured and fond, but right then and there? Being silent was better than the words out of frustration that erupted out of him.
There were other things he noted in the Worgen's hoard, food and the pack had the clear sign of pots and pans in it. The metal tub seemed to hold a blanket as well and Khadgar found himself actually appreciating that one thing over others he could pick out.
Finding his voice, Khadgar gave a low, weary sigh and began gently pushing himself up, "you are making it very hard to discern if you're taking me back to Azeroth or planning on living in this cave with me."
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"There is much to be done I believe before we even begin to think about returning to Azeroth."
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They were definitely to large, but he didn't say anything and only began shedding the jacket -- he shivered near violently at the sudden gust of air and pulled the warmed leather back around him to give the Worgen a considering look.
"I feel a little insulted you think I'm that large," he finally muttered and slowly got to his feet. He ignored how his stomach was revolting as he moved to peer down at the items Genn had procured and quickly snatched up a clean roll of bandages and and empty waterskin. His eyes roved over the other items unt he found both salve that would aid in healing his head wound and the large scratches along his side, as well as a clean cloth before he scuttled back out of the Worgen's way and grabbed Atiesh in the crook of his arm.
The perfect way for revenge hit him as he stared at the water skin and without any noise, the Archmage blinked outside and moved to sit next to the river so he could fill the waterskin and dampen the cloth to clean the wounds on his side more. He knew he could do it properly with the salve that was brought to him and get the beginning of the infection off of his wounds.
Perhaps it was petty that he hoped his sudden disappearance would cause Genn some mild discomfort, maybe a fraction of what the other had caused him when he clearly didn't understand that he had been asked to stay.
Belatedly, he began to wonder if he was just taking the rising anger he was feeling out on Greymane. Though, it was still in a more passive way than the other had done to him. He remembered thinking the Worgen would kill him, that he deserved it. Yet here he was, roughly scraping at his wounds that were not given to him by the wolf and being annoyed over something so trivial.
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Thus instead of allowing Khadgar's obvious little temper tantrum to interrupt him, he turned his attention to the cave itself and inasmuch as he could given his physical handicaps, set about to cleaning it out and making it more livable until proper accommodations could be arranged. If that meant that finding certain items would require questioning him, well, it was a petty form of revenge for the small amount of worry he'd been put through, but at least it was a harmless enough form of it.
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The moment Khadgar had finished tending to both the head wound and three large gouges across his side, he admittedly noted he had another burst of energy - despite wanting to throw up from over stuffing himself and a glide of his fingers over the bandages had the mage know that hunting would probably be the best course of action. Not only could he slowly dry the meat of whatever he caught.... the sinew could be made in sutures as well as a cured bone shaped right would do well as a needle.
Using Atiesh as leverage, Khadgar pushed himself from the ground, pocketed the salve and glanced towards where the best place to get the food would be. One bird had been enough, but for what he was thinking... well, the Blackwind Sabercat was an optimal choice and took to the air as a raven to go seek one out.
Khadgar would return hours later, smug as he floated three sabercat corpses into the cave and peered at the wolf expectantly. As if he expected to have the other be annoyed that he chose to do something on his own - perhaps worry him again.
"I need one of these for something else. But if you join me outside, you can help me prepare the other two for cooking. I am going to dry some of the meat, it should keep better than most other things as well as be a good substitute should I feel the need to snack on a pastry."
Look at the Guardian flaunting his ability to still take care of himself - at least when there was another around to make him petty enough to do it out of spite.