Whisperlash

Crimson silk swirled as Whisper stode along the hardened pathway out of the drag. Slightly behind her on her right Piplop bounded along, careful to remain just behind his mistress, Whisper did not tolerate the slightest defiance or disobedience from her minions, even the doomguard that served her did so submissively. She was a young warlock, but one of immense power, at times frightening her instructors with the immensity of what she could do. A faint shimmer remained around her, a blessing of Elune from Tyrande, given when Whisper and her comrades had gone back in time and retrieved the Dragonsoul, assisting Tyrande and Illidan against Mannoroth in the process.

Beside her Sunwolf walked, his own pet running ahead to leap on a lizard that had made the fatal mistake of showing itself, the massive glowing leopard swallowed the lizard down, glancing back at her master before bounding farther ahead to the small fresh pool beneath the waterfall as they came into the Vally of Wisdom. Sunwolf glanced sideways at Whisper curiously, the lighthearted Blood Elf was himself a lethal force, and shimmered with the same blessing as Whisper, he had dealt out immense destruction on Mannoroths forces, but what he had done had been a shadow of what Whisper had done, she had nearly killed Mannoroth, the great demaon had only been saved by being pulled away from them and out of their dimension when the Dragonsoul had been freed and taken by Nozdormu. The leader of the bronze flight had eyed Whisper seriously, and warned her "Do not again attempt to change the course of time young Warlock, Mannoroths destiny is set, the path must unfold that has been laid, his death here would have unravelled far more than you could imagine." Whisper had met his gaze calmly "My people were never meant to be slaves." She replied "especially not to demons." Nozdormu had looked into her eyes for a moment, and she hadn't looked away, meeting the dragons gaze with a confidence that had surprised Sunwolf, though he had known Whisper for a good while. "That is not for you to decide. The Dragonsoul is safe, I shall take it to Thrall and return you home, there will be a summon to you if you are needed again, expect it, be ready."

And now they had just left Whispers mentor, who had smiled knowingly when he had restored Piplop to life, the little demon had been destroyed during the battle with Mannoroth. The others were getting gear repaired, or were resting, Whisper had insisted she wanted her hair done before she rested "It reeks of arcane and fel magics, I prefer cinnamon." She had told their friends. Sunwolfs long golden hair gleamed in the sun, he smelled more of sun and wind than anything else, but had insisted he too needed to be pampered by the goblins in the spa by the vally of wisdom. "Stop with the glances Sunny." Whisper said quietly as they neared the entrance to the spa, a lovely Goblin saw them and smiled, waving "Come to relax my friends! We're running a special today!" Sunwolf leaned in close to Whisper, smelling the arcane and fel that she had complained about and ignoring it "You're acting oddly love, I dont ignore things like that, goes against my nature." With that he put an arm around her and hugged her against his side, a movement that surprised her and made her blush, but she didn't pull away and walked into the salon stopping to return his hug affectionately before turning to the Goblins "I want a make over, and pamper Piplop, he's had a hard day." She told them, and tossed a generous amount of gold into the hand of the Goblin who had greeted them "Make the Blood Elf gleam." she added with a smile at Sunwolf, who beamed back at her, blowing her a kiss before being led away by fawning Goblins.