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Omg Cali, you went and made me want to write something.
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The moon was bright, an eerie kind of glaring light over the lush forest of towering mushrooms below.
A slight shadow moved seamlessly along the water's edge, the eyes bright and alert, the ears twitching in each direction, listening for any sound. It paused, sinking low on its hunches to sit and watch.
Legs barely touching the water, seeming to glide by as the ever silent fen strider slunk through the shallow water to the right of the creature. She paid it no mind, after all, with a spare few attacks, she'd be eating a tentacle or two if she really wanted to.
Her left ear tuned to a rustling nearby, and she prowled closer to the commotion.
Basking in the moonlight was a magestic stag.
Now what was a beautiful creature such as this doing in a strange environment? The swamp certainly wasn't the preferred choice of stags. Now that she thought on it, there weren't any stags known to live in this side of the portal. They were indigenous to her home world, so to find one here brought a fair amount of confusion.
She watched it, the sinewy muscles gliding under the skin as the creature walked calmly around, seeming to look at everything, as if it had never seen anything like the vast landscape stretching out around it in the darkness.
Well, the least she could do was report to the Cenarion post on the western side of the swamp that there was a strange creature hanging around. How he managed to survive amongst all the predators also stumped her.
Unless...
She glanced south, just making out the sharp jutted structure of an archway. So close to that failed attempt...
Could it possibly be...?
The stag became alert as the shadow to the left suddenly moved forward.
A low, guttural growl was heard, but the stag didn't seem to be feared by it. It simply stared, seeming to know that it wasn't going to attack.
She nearly sighed in her feline form, and closed her eyes as her form shifted.
A swirl of magic, and a tall, slender, and beautiful woman rose to her full height, nearly as tall as the stag, antlers and all. She glowed ethereal purple in the moonlight, her skin tone making her seem pale and almost god-like. Her face was adorned with markings, in the shape of leaves falling across her eyes. Her hair was a deep purple, her bangs trapped in a short ponytail as the rest of her hair rested near her shoulders. Her ears extended backwards past her head, ending in sharp points.
When she opened her eyes, they glowed white, like stars.
"Not too afraid of the dark, are you?" she asked quietly.
The stag grunted, striking a hoof against the soft earth.
She smiled softly, tempted enough to reach a slender gloved hand forward. The stag nearly recoiled, but seemed to realize she wanted to make contact.
"It's alright, there's nothing here to hurt you now..."
A shadow lumbered up behind her somehow, blotting out the moonlight behind her. She had barely enough time to turn before a sharp blow struck her neck, her face echoing surprise as she crumpled to the ground. The stag startled, racing off into the mushroom forest beyond.
The large form wrapped a fist around one of the woman's legs, beginning to drag her off into the night.
~~~
Back the Cenarion Expedition, a hunter paced back and forth, her face fraught with worry.
'Twilightt?' a magical link chirped.
The woman startled out of her pacing, almost forgetting to whisper with her mind. 'Rhedwing?'
'Mm. Just reporting in, I can't find her anywhere.'
'Anywhere? Have you checked all areas?'
'Yes, I do know how to fly a gryphon and look at the ground at the same time, Twi.'
The hunter sighed in mild annoyance, but kept it out of her thoughts. 'Well, if you see any sign of her, contact me immediately.'
'Gee no, I was thinking of keeping it to myself.' And the link closed.
Despite her sarcasm, Twilightt knew she could trust the white-haired warrior. Their group consisting of four had always been strong together, working well to defeat their foes when needed. But for one to not return after a mission...?
'Oh Ahrk, where are you...?'
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I dunno where this is going.
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The moon was bright, an eerie kind of glaring light over the lush forest of towering mushrooms below.
A slight shadow moved seamlessly along the water's edge, the eyes bright and alert, the ears twitching in each direction, listening for any sound. It paused, sinking low on its hunches to sit and watch.
Legs barely touching the water, seeming to glide by as the ever silent fen strider slunk through the shallow water to the right of the creature. She paid it no mind, after all, with a spare few attacks, she'd be eating a tentacle or two if she really wanted to.
Her left ear tuned to a rustling nearby, and she prowled closer to the commotion.
Basking in the moonlight was a magestic stag.
Now what was a beautiful creature such as this doing in a strange environment? The swamp certainly wasn't the preferred choice of stags. Now that she thought on it, there weren't any stags known to live in this side of the portal. They were indigenous to her home world, so to find one here brought a fair amount of confusion.
She watched it, the sinewy muscles gliding under the skin as the creature walked calmly around, seeming to look at everything, as if it had never seen anything like the vast landscape stretching out around it in the darkness.
Well, the least she could do was report to the Cenarion post on the western side of the swamp that there was a strange creature hanging around. How he managed to survive amongst all the predators also stumped her.
Unless...
She glanced south, just making out the sharp jutted structure of an archway. So close to that failed attempt...
Could it possibly be...?
The stag became alert as the shadow to the left suddenly moved forward.
A low, guttural growl was heard, but the stag didn't seem to be feared by it. It simply stared, seeming to know that it wasn't going to attack.
She nearly sighed in her feline form, and closed her eyes as her form shifted.
A swirl of magic, and a tall, slender, and beautiful woman rose to her full height, nearly as tall as the stag, antlers and all. She glowed ethereal purple in the moonlight, her skin tone making her seem pale and almost god-like. Her face was adorned with markings, in the shape of leaves falling across her eyes. Her hair was a deep purple, her bangs trapped in a short ponytail as the rest of her hair rested near her shoulders. Her ears extended backwards past her head, ending in sharp points.
When she opened her eyes, they glowed white, like stars.
"Not too afraid of the dark, are you?" she asked quietly.
The stag grunted, striking a hoof against the soft earth.
She smiled softly, tempted enough to reach a slender gloved hand forward. The stag nearly recoiled, but seemed to realize she wanted to make contact.
"It's alright, there's nothing here to hurt you now..."
A shadow lumbered up behind her somehow, blotting out the moonlight behind her. She had barely enough time to turn before a sharp blow struck her neck, her face echoing surprise as she crumpled to the ground. The stag startled, racing off into the mushroom forest beyond.
The large form wrapped a fist around one of the woman's legs, beginning to drag her off into the night.
~~~
Back the Cenarion Expedition, a hunter paced back and forth, her face fraught with worry.
'Twilightt?' a magical link chirped.
The woman startled out of her pacing, almost forgetting to whisper with her mind. 'Rhedwing?'
'Mm. Just reporting in, I can't find her anywhere.'
'Anywhere? Have you checked all areas?'
'Yes, I do know how to fly a gryphon and look at the ground at the same time, Twi.'
The hunter sighed in mild annoyance, but kept it out of her thoughts. 'Well, if you see any sign of her, contact me immediately.'
'Gee no, I was thinking of keeping it to myself.' And the link closed.
Despite her sarcasm, Twilightt knew she could trust the white-haired warrior. Their group consisting of four had always been strong together, working well to defeat their foes when needed. But for one to not return after a mission...?
'Oh Ahrk, where are you...?'
~~~
I dunno where this is going.