Elicoor shook his head and then looked away. He was disgusted, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes. “Why must we return to that?” He whispered.
Kaludra followed his gaze, doing her best to not run away.
“I…am sorry. I did not mean to bring about terrible memories, but there could be more if we do not figure out a way to either rid Lady McSars of this fel corruption, or suppress it again.” Khoura averted her gaze from Lycannon, but she tilted her head just slightly in Kaludra’s direction. “She may indeed turn into a monster if we do not do something.”
Lycannon snorted, and clicked her tongue at the comment. She stamped the ground with a hoof and regarded Khoura coldly. “Do you know anyone who has had demon blood cleansed from their body?”
Khoura swallowed, and slowly met Lycannon’s gaze. “No, Lady McSars. Only…” She stopped and shook her head.
“Only what? Go on with it.” Lyc asked.
“…Grommash Hellscream.”
“Even more ridiculous. He ended the blood curse when he felled Mannoroth.” Elicoor growled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Khoura turned and narrowed her eyes at the man. “I did not say she was under demonic influence.”
“Then what the hell are you saying exactly, Khoura?” Lycannon demanded, placing her hands on her hips.
“That the red mist from Shattrath, coupled with the Fel Orc blood is what is driving you mad, Lycannon.” The elf said matter-of-factly, then clenched her jaw as she finished.
Kaludra, who had hidden quietly behind her father until now, stepped out from his shadow and gazed at both of her parents. “Maybe she is right…No one knows what the red mist was…” She spoke rather quietly, almost looking as if she was about to cry. “Please don’t get upset. I don’t want you to…”
Lyc sighed and moved to pull her daughter close for a hug. “We’re not upset, Kaludra. We just don’t know what to do.” she said, giving Elicoor a look.
He nodded at her in return, then glanced at Khoura. “So you suggest what? That Kaludra take Daelin and hide from their mother?”
Khoura’s brow creased, and she blinked a few times. “I don’t mean it quite like that. I would rather have Lycannon in a controlled environment, instead of out in the world where she could harm someone else…I mean to say, I don’t think we would want a repeat of the Esixa incident.”
“Kaludra, I need you to go see if Jacob is on his way soon. He’s with Daelin at the Shadow Watch base.” Lycannon said abruptly, squeezing the girl’s shoulders.
“Alright momma.” The girl said as she slipped away from her mother and out the door. Lyc turned and watched her daughter go, waiting just long enough for her to get out of hearing range.
“Khoura, if it gets to the stage where I am out of control to the point of harming innocent people and my family, then I need to be executed. There is no use for a rabid dog.”
“Xana’ri! Do not speak like that! You are not an animal!” Elicoor commanded, his voice deep with emotion, “We will find a way to fix this once and for all, so long as you stop giving up when problems arise.”
Lycannon crossed her arms over, matching the man’s presence. “I never gave up. If I had, then I would have died long ago in Terrokar. Need I remind you?” She snarled.
“Alright, alright! Stop this. If you let anger take hold, we’ll have to clean this place up all over again.” Khoura asserted from between the two, placing each of her hands on Lycannon and Elicoor’s chests respectively.
“I’m sorry. It’s been a long night, and I had no idea that Kaludra dreamed about this.” Lyc murmured, lifting her hands to rub her temples.
Elicoor raised his brow. “You heard us speaking?”
“I let Jacob be with his son and followed Kaludra home. I’m surprised none of you heard me moving the barrels around outside.” Lycannon said, pointing down behind her to said item just outside the doorstep. “We need a makeshift chair.”
“She usually tells me her visions when we spend time together. She always has.”
Lycannon dropped her arms and blinked. “Always has? You talk to her often?”
“Of course, Xana’ri. She is my daughter, after all.”
“Good fel damn…Since when?”
“Since she could speak.”
Lycannon was dumbstruck. “Her entire life? All of it? And Harpagos?”
“I talk to him all the time.” Elicoor said casually, and then the blood immediately drained from his face as he suddenly realized what he just said. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost, or ate one with his words, for that matter.
“WHAT?!”
Harbinger Lycannon 