Tag: Voltuk being a jerk x 1

“Where is that blasted paladin?”

The death knight struck his gauntlet against the tree beside him causing pieces of bark to fly off. It kept its gaze on the darkened house that sat on the outskirts of Darkshire. No lamps shone through the windows to show that someone was present. The shelter behind the house was empty of those annoying felines, he thought. The home was dark and still.

“Where did he run off to?” the death knight seethed as he began to pace behind the trees that marked the border of the property. “How could he have known?” The death knight stopped and turned his back to the house. 

“He could probably smell you. Ya’ smell like death.”

“What?” the death knight asked incredulously, turning back...