[Story] Howls of the Harvest - Mature -
Acceptance, Liviana found that in the arms of another cursed one. Oh the irony of the statement which started in a chance meeting, She was at the lakes edge in Stormwind, alone like most days and channeling the nature around her to mend a deep scar on the bark from a careless knife hitting it. He approached her and they talked, she had to run when getting into a heated argument with one of the cursed Gilneans. Her arm shook, she wanted to change into her worgen form and claw his throat out for the vile words he spoke. A gift, strength, how could they have been proud of losing what made them who they where.
To her surprise he followed, told her that he felt the same way. A partnership was formed that day, he would continue to find an alchemic and magical cure for their curse, she would try natural. Lachlann Knells. For the first time Liviana felt almost human since her change when being around him. She realized that he was one of the cursed, the scent was easy to detect, but they never discussed it. Not until he took her out to the Duskwoods, towards the moonwell near the Emerald Gateway. She had heard briefly from the Night Elves about it, but never dared to see one up close. He encouraged her to join the Cenarion Circle, to learn and adapt the Night Elves way of Druidism. Her first kiss was out in the woods that night.
In the coming nights she dreamed, no longer was she dreaming the nightmares of her families death. No longer did she jump from her sleep tasting the metallic taint of blood in her mouth. This dream was of a dark room, nothing frightening about it just a calming dark. Her hands brushed against the paler skin of the rather charming man she found herself falling for. They kissed, lightly at first but it hungered for more. She hungered for more, each kiss lasting seconds longer, more aggressive. Fingers fumbled with leather belts, straps, buttons, soon after exposed skin was being pressed against by lips. Biting was what followed, she could remember the biting of human teeth against her skin.
Her mind tumbled wildly, the only sounds had been the beating of her own heart, it sounded much like the movement of wings in flight. Her legs wrapped around his sides as he took her passionately. The biting more aggressive she reached behind him and lightly started digging her nails into his back. As she did she felt something move.beneath her finger tips, bones break and reform. Smooth skin broke way to fur, the curve of his back more pronounced, his nails becoming claws against her skin and his teeth became fangs, The feral like worgen muzzle stared back at her and growled before letting out a howl of triumph.
Liviana jolted up-rite in her bed, a light film of sweat covered her forehead as she gasped for air. Lifting her bedsheets up she blinked and reminded herself she was in Hyjal, away from everyone even him. The young woman lightly closed her eyes remembering the look on 'Lachlann' face. Shaking her head she frowned to herself inwardly wondering how she knew what it would look like to start with. Carefully climbing out of the bed she made her way towards the window overlooking the shimmering lake beneath the tree everyone fought so hard to protect. She sighed softly and looked down trying to collect herself, she knew she would need to tell him about all of this, at some point.
To her surprise he followed, told her that he felt the same way. A partnership was formed that day, he would continue to find an alchemic and magical cure for their curse, she would try natural. Lachlann Knells. For the first time Liviana felt almost human since her change when being around him. She realized that he was one of the cursed, the scent was easy to detect, but they never discussed it. Not until he took her out to the Duskwoods, towards the moonwell near the Emerald Gateway. She had heard briefly from the Night Elves about it, but never dared to see one up close. He encouraged her to join the Cenarion Circle, to learn and adapt the Night Elves way of Druidism. Her first kiss was out in the woods that night.
In the coming nights she dreamed, no longer was she dreaming the nightmares of her families death. No longer did she jump from her sleep tasting the metallic taint of blood in her mouth. This dream was of a dark room, nothing frightening about it just a calming dark. Her hands brushed against the paler skin of the rather charming man she found herself falling for. They kissed, lightly at first but it hungered for more. She hungered for more, each kiss lasting seconds longer, more aggressive. Fingers fumbled with leather belts, straps, buttons, soon after exposed skin was being pressed against by lips. Biting was what followed, she could remember the biting of human teeth against her skin.
Her mind tumbled wildly, the only sounds had been the beating of her own heart, it sounded much like the movement of wings in flight. Her legs wrapped around his sides as he took her passionately. The biting more aggressive she reached behind him and lightly started digging her nails into his back. As she did she felt something move.beneath her finger tips, bones break and reform. Smooth skin broke way to fur, the curve of his back more pronounced, his nails becoming claws against her skin and his teeth became fangs, The feral like worgen muzzle stared back at her and growled before letting out a howl of triumph.
Liviana jolted up-rite in her bed, a light film of sweat covered her forehead as she gasped for air. Lifting her bedsheets up she blinked and reminded herself she was in Hyjal, away from everyone even him. The young woman lightly closed her eyes remembering the look on 'Lachlann' face. Shaking her head she frowned to herself inwardly wondering how she knew what it would look like to start with. Carefully climbing out of the bed she made her way towards the window overlooking the shimmering lake beneath the tree everyone fought so hard to protect. She sighed softly and looked down trying to collect herself, she knew she would need to tell him about all of this, at some point.