Death of a prince...

"UGH! 'ow deed ah get mahself inta'dis?!" Ki'rin said through gritted teeth, his claws slipping on the twin runeblades in his furred paws. Slipping slightly as he clung to the inside of Deathwing's massive throat. It was all he could do to simply hole on, and conintrate enough to keep up his froststep. He was the only thing standing, quite literally, between the dragon's fire and the fighters below.

Ki'rin's thoughts turned to the others. Thrall and Varian had put aside their differences for a time again, as they had done with the wrath gate and ulduar, as well as against the lich king himself. He clung tighter the the twin swords, one radiated what could almost be holy fire, and other a dark and brooding presances, the holy rune blade seemed almost spotless and crack free, with a pure silver blade glowing sky bluerunes etched into it and a golden hilt with a ruby set in it's palmal. Whereas the dark runeblade was caked with blood and it's fel aura made the steel it's self look black the runes glowing a dark deep red it's pamal holding a glowing fel-green emerald.

Massive ropes of slippery spittle rolled down the sides of the throat and slid over his hands, discusted, a shiver ran down his spine, he wanted to shake off the drool, but dared not let go or be swallowed by fire and stomach acid…

The black dragon tossed his head again as the attackers outside delt him mighty blows and the poor worgen on the inside could do nothing but cling on for dear life, Neltharion tried to blow his flame once more, and pushed the Deathknight farther up his throat, doing even more damage, the former troll looked up, his shaggy white hair falling in his eyes and covered in spit and blood.

He was not to far from the mouth of the dragon now, one more good push and he could haul himself upward. He shivered. It would meen he would be unprotected by the ice below his feet. But … he could deal a death blow with both blades.

He closed his eyes.

Instantly, images of his long lost lover Ko'ell came into his mind, motioning for him to follow, the shaman stepped forward as if to embrace him, and he heard, "eet beh alright nao. Da loa got ju'r back… eet time ta come home…" at once Ki'rin's eyes snapped open, a fierce scowl on his face. The dragon believing once more time would sefise fired again only serveing to puch the half troll half worgen higher. Pulling out one blade from the dragon's throat and then slashing upward at the uvila, Nelthiarian screamed, Ki'rin did not stop there, Hualing himself upward using both swords for leverage as he climbed he got to the dragons mouth with some effort, he felt the hot wind of the fires again and stumbled to the dragon's tounge slipping and almost falling, the fire right behind him and no chance to escape, he thrust his swords quickly strait upward, through the dragon's skull and right into the bottom of it's brain.

Vol'jin and several other on the ground cried out as the flames then engulfed the Deathknight, as the shadow hunter knew well, his worgen form, was alive. This was his end, for no one, would have been able to servive that and life to tethe tale

The dragon screamed as it's flame flew upward.  And finnaly, collapsed. Ki'rin lay there, not quite dead. Not quite alive.

A face pressed in on him, a troll, Tol'jin, but that was not who the worgen saw, for what he saw made him smile and tear if ever slightly… "K…ko'ell…. Ah..be commin…."

And the death knights heads lolled back, his eyes unfocused and yet somehow still smileing brightly as the light faded from his eyes, Vol'jin sighed and closed his, doing something only for friends and loved ones, removeing his tribal mask he bent down and using one three fingered hand to close Ki'rin's eyes, he kissed them both, "mah da loa…guide ja son…" and ki'rin, knew no more pain, his life, fulfilled his destiny exacted. From pain to pain and loss to loss… his peace was found and his paradice finnaly achived…