Of all the things that could happen when trying to find the one of the Pillars in Azsuna with Khadgar, getting ambushed by Naga and dragged all over hell and creation only to get tossed into a freezing wet cavern - wasn't one of the things that Zakkarius figured would happen. Then again, having to 'dress up' in pilfered mage uniforms and pretend to be a student in a ghost academy wasn't something he figured he'd have to put up with either.
Also, that wizard's hat had made him look like a complete doofus - and he normally didn't give a crap how he looked.
They had been stripped and disarmed, beaten, tortured and who knew what else when they were unconscious. Zakkarius for his part, was happy to offer insults and derisive taunts during part of the process. He'd experienced worse than this in his opinion. These assholes were amateurs. He'd gotten extra bindings both magical and physical for his efforts - as well as some extra beat down. He had laughed maniacally the whole time, seeming completely deranged - his mutilated face just adding to the image. He could still taste his own blood in his mouth as he slouched huddled against the rough cavern wall.
If anything, he proved to be quite the distraction to keep some of their more lethal attention from the Archmage. He too had gotten some 'tough love' from the Naga, but at least he was alive. The resistance against the Legion couldn't lose Khadgar - so the demon hunter did what he could to keep the Naga pissed off at him.
They had done something to him - that drained his energies quite badly. If they had taken any more, the demon within him could have easily taken control or eradicated him entirely. The demonic presence writhed within him - seeking more energy and life force. It was a testament to Zakkarius's self control that he didn't simply take whatever he could from Khadgar by force. He didn't even have it in him to try moving away when the shivering Archmage leaned against him. In all honesty he wanted to recoil from the other man's flesh. His control was ragged enough all ready.
Zakkarius's head tilted towards Khadgar's at the other man's words. Yes, the cavern was dreadfully comfortable, and yes, he was freezing his purple ass off. He was certain that his balls were probably dancing with his tonsils by now he was so damned cold. He was an Illidari however. He would endure. Through the constant haze of throbbing pain, chills and almost feverish lust - Zakkarius offered Khadgar one of his slow creepy smiles - his fanged teeth shockingly white against his much darker skin in the dim light. His ravaged empty eyes were squinted dangerously from the angular planes of his damaged face.
"Are you sure you really want to....Archmage?" He growled, part menacing and part...flirting? If anything, he was trying to insert some humor, in his own disturbing way.
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Also, that wizard's hat had made him look like a complete doofus - and he normally didn't give a crap how he looked.
They had been stripped and disarmed, beaten, tortured and who knew what else when they were unconscious. Zakkarius for his part, was happy to offer insults and derisive taunts during part of the process. He'd experienced worse than this in his opinion. These assholes were amateurs. He'd gotten extra bindings both magical and physical for his efforts - as well as some extra beat down. He had laughed maniacally the whole time, seeming completely deranged - his mutilated face just adding to the image. He could still taste his own blood in his mouth as he slouched huddled against the rough cavern wall.
If anything, he proved to be quite the distraction to keep some of their more lethal attention from the Archmage. He too had gotten some 'tough love' from the Naga, but at least he was alive. The resistance against the Legion couldn't lose Khadgar - so the demon hunter did what he could to keep the Naga pissed off at him.
They had done something to him - that drained his energies quite badly. If they had taken any more, the demon within him could have easily taken control or eradicated him entirely. The demonic presence writhed within him - seeking more energy and life force. It was a testament to Zakkarius's self control that he didn't simply take whatever he could from Khadgar by force. He didn't even have it in him to try moving away when the shivering Archmage leaned against him. In all honesty he wanted to recoil from the other man's flesh. His control was ragged enough all ready.
Zakkarius's head tilted towards Khadgar's at the other man's words. Yes, the cavern was dreadfully comfortable, and yes, he was freezing his purple ass off. He was certain that his balls were probably dancing with his tonsils by now he was so damned cold. He was an Illidari however. He would endure. Through the constant haze of throbbing pain, chills and almost feverish lust - Zakkarius offered Khadgar one of his slow creepy smiles - his fanged teeth shockingly white against his much darker skin in the dim light. His ravaged empty eyes were squinted dangerously from the angular planes of his damaged face.
"Are you sure you really want to....Archmage?" He growled, part menacing and part...flirting? If anything, he was trying to insert some humor, in his own disturbing way.