((This little tale is of Jaick...it has been awhile since I've written anything "rp" so here goes nothing. ))
The leaves surrounding the stone walls of Stormwind were shifting with the season, falling to the earth below the meager branches that once clung to them. A large leaf broke off and danced within the current of the winds, making its way towards a lone traveler. He was an elderly man cutting through the tall grass, golden eyes shifting to the emerald glades that lie before him. As plain as they come, this human strode with an impecable demeanor, shooting glances of dis-trust towards the other patrons that swarmed the horse imprinted dirt paths. He wasn't carrying much, only a simple backpack that contained food and water , a few measley pieces of gold, and a journal. The pack shifted its weight towards each lead foot in his stride.
"Blasted weather. Why can't it be summer all year round!" he yelled with a thundering, soulful voice. He blinked slightly to force a tear that formed, moving it out of his vision. "My allergies are killing me... They can resurrect people but can't cure God damn allergies...bastards...all of 'em."
It was fall, what did he expect? He's just another old man complaining about whatever he could because...he could.
Although the weather was mild, the sun was beating down upon the man while he walked. Beads of water formed on the top of his clean shaven head and dripped slowly towards the silver streaks of hair just before his ears. His elderly hands would snap up to catch the water just before it would make a B line towards the bottom of his chin.
"Goddamn sun! Why can't it be winter all year so I don't have to worry about sweating like a pig!" he exclaimed louder then before. A small child laughed at the words and ran off towards her mother that was sitting quietly near the lake. The child was about the age of 8 and full of life. Bouncing firey curls shot out in all directions from her head and her skin was pale as a ghost. Her tiny emerald eyes widened when she reached her mother and tugged onto the womans sleeve.
"Momma! That man is back...he just wanted summer then wanted winter!" with those words the girl broke out into a fit of giggles that could make even the coldest of hearts warm up. The mother smiled and motioned for the child to run along and play with the slightest wiggle of her finger. Her eyes turned to watch the man that her daughter spoke of. Brilliant blue eyes took in his every step towards the massive gates of Stormwind, fingertips tapping slowly onto one of her crossed legs in front of her.
"Jaick...I hope you don't open your mouth this time," she shook her head. "I don't have the energy to save you again." The woman stood slowly, putting the majority of her weight (which isn't much) onto one leg. She reached over to the tree grabbing a small home-made crutch and leaned slightly onto it. "Isabel! Get over here right this instant!" the mother screamed to the daughter. The young girl stopped where she stood, her mouth opened up wide and a tiny fist covered the exposed opening. Isabel's eyes looked at Jaick for the moment, then to her mother and once again bursted into a small giggling fit. She ran to her mother just as the crutch was lifted as if to step towards the girl.
"You go ahead home Isy. Let your father know that Jaick is going towards the keep again..." the woman stated with a quiet and soft voice. The daughter turned and took off towards the road, scurrying away rabbits and squirrels that were in search of their dinners. Her giggles drifting off into the distance while the mother made her way towards the gate.
The old man had reached the front of Stormwind during the small conversation of the mother and child, but only to find himself in an akward position. Both guards had pulled their swords on him and were ordering him to put his hands in the air.
"Arrested?! Son do you have any idea who I am? Back in my day we showed the elderly some respect! Why, I bet your grammy and myself had a tussle or two in the farm house over there! Yeah, you definitely have my eyes that's for sure..." the old man smirked and pushed one of the swords of the young guards down. "Now you be some good lads and git the hell outta my way!"
"Did you just say git?" one of the guards looked at him oddly.
"Did I stutter little one!? Yes...GIT...or in the words of your grammy...move your ass out of the damn way!" Jaicks eyes were slightly lit up with a small blue light, shards of it tapering away every so often. With a smile he disappeared, leaving the guards behind him momentarily stunned and unaware of where he went.
"Hey! Get back here old man!" the guards spun and sprinted towards the elderly man who was quickly making his way through the crowd on the stone bridge. The heroes of the realm had once again slaughtered the beast named Onyxia and were hoisting up the head in chains. The crowd of onlookers formed and gasped, completely unaware of the two guards chasing someone behind them. A young mother and child had shifted away from the crowd, her eyes tearing slightly. Jaick had caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of his eye but continued his journey into Stormwind. Laughter insued with every running step towards the trade district as the guards lost more ground between every blinking teleport forward.
A moment later Jaick found himself lying on his back, seeing stars, and gazing up at the flurry of white clouds that were inching along in the aqua colored sky.
"The hell did you do that for?!" he muttered, spitting blood out of his mouth onto the ground beside him. His eyes looked for the person, or club, that hit him in the face but found nothing but the two guards that were chasing him.
"Never seen someone blink themselves into a brick wall, good thing it was now!" the guard laughed as he grabbed Jaicks arm. "Get up you disgraceful wretch." The guard tugged him up to his feet still laughing from what he witnessed.
"What's the goddamn meaning of this!? Who are you?!" Jaick asked in disarray, unaware of his surroundings. "How the hell did I get here...Get your hands off me!" He fought within the guards grip but was too weak to break free.
"Maybe that wall broke a little more then his face, eh Jasper?" the smaller of the two guards asked.