Post by Zahrie on Feb 24, 2011 20:09:52 GMT -5
((I realize I am posting this before I have posted a proper character history; however, I accidently deleted it and have to start over, so I decided to go ahead and post this now. Sorry if it doesn't make as much since without the history behind it.))
Zahrie stretched out and yawned as the sun peeked through the curtains at her. This was her first morning in her new home, having just arrived in SIlvermoon the night before. Although it was still quite early in the morning, the Silvermoon City Inn had already begun to attract a large crowd. Drunken laughter emanated through the antiquated walls of the inn.
Not being accustomed to such noise, and no longer being able to sleep, she rose from her bed and staggered sleepily across the room. Her eyes moved leisurely over the various garments hanging in her wardrobe. Until radiant shades of crimsons, purples, ambers and every color in-between bubbled like a fizzy drink; intoxicating her senses while gloved hands overflowed with a boundless offering of beads, pressed flowers, and delicate ribbons.
She selected a lavish silk gown that was decorated with silver beading along the bust line. Its emerald green fabric illuminated her eyes, making them shine even more brightly. Around her neck she wore a long string of black pearls.
Realizing that her plans did not encompass such a luxurious looking dress she began unfastening the elusive button hooks that held her dress together, until she was able to slide it freely over her slender frame. Now standing in a puddle of silk and pearls, she settled on a white dress of modest design.
Will have to do, she pouted at herself in front of the mirror.
Quickly running a comb through her long golden hair as she descended down the stairwell, she found herself engulfed in the strong odor of alcohol. Clouds of yellow smoke rose to the ceiling, painting it like a coat of shellac, where it remained drying and dizzying the room. Zahrie rubbed her eyes and casually smoothed her hair from her face.
A stout Tauren made his way through the crowd towards her. She did not have to look up to see that he was approaching her; his heavy hooves clamored loudly even over the portion of the floor that was lined in mauve carpets.
“Good morning, miss,” he extends his thick furry hand.
“Mhm,” she shrugs her shoulders.
“Mind if I sit down?” he pulls out the chair next to her.
“It appears you a-already have,” she sighs deeply.
“Not from around here are you? Not that that’s any of my concern,” he corrects himself.
“What is it you w-want?” Zahrie asks in exasperation at the intrusion.
“Mason sent me to meet you,” he strained to sound monotone.
Zahrie reached into a large silk pouch and pulled out a sack lined with gold coins, placing them on the table in front of the Tauren.
“So it is true,” the Tauren starts, “you are about to start a war with the two human’s that murdered your husband, Kaven.”
“Don’t speak his name,” she spats and runs her hand unconsciously across the long scar on her cheek.
“Zahrie, I knew him too. Keep the gold by the way. I’m going to help you, not for money, but because he saved my life once long ago; but, that is a story for another time. Today I’m going to sneak you beyond the gates of Goldshire. We need to study our victims in order to understand their methods of battle.”
The Tauren reached inside his pocket and set three potion bottles on the table.
“You will need to be invisible for this to work,” a slight smile dances across his lips.
“Let us go then,” she rises from the table and makes her way quickly out the door, not bothering to turn to see if the Tauren followed. She heard his heavy hooves drumming against the ground behind her.
Two days later.
Zahrie tried keeping up with him, but she had grown weary. The Tauren was so agile and quick that her legs seemed worthless in comparison. They had traveled many hundreds of miles and she had begun to feel feint.
Through the clearing she could see they were nearing the forest’s edge of Duskwood. The wind blew softly through the branches of the trees as she collapsed into the cool plush earth. She nuzzled her cheek against the soft grass and drifted in and out of consciousness.
When she later awoke, she still felt too weak to move and she lay their listening to the earth’s soothing sounds as firefly’s floated through the wind like lemon colored lanterns lighting up the night’s sky.
The moon was concealed behind a dark coverlet of clouds, while an owl made sweet chirping sounds somewhere on the horizon. She watched as a shooting star lit up the horizon leaving a bright celestial light chasing after it. She fell pensive.
Why do people fear death…when even the stars are made more beautiful in their dying?
“Are you feeling better,” he spoke softly.
Kaven, she tried to speak but the words were caught in her throat.
“Zahrie,” he sighs, but she reaches up and covers his mouth with her hand.
Ours were the voices that met and kissed like lips.
She felt his weight pressing down on her then.
Infinity is such a long time.
She breathed deeply, enveloped fully in his essence.
Kaven I have loved you…
Zahrie stretched out and yawned as the sun peeked through the curtains at her. This was her first morning in her new home, having just arrived in SIlvermoon the night before. Although it was still quite early in the morning, the Silvermoon City Inn had already begun to attract a large crowd. Drunken laughter emanated through the antiquated walls of the inn.
Not being accustomed to such noise, and no longer being able to sleep, she rose from her bed and staggered sleepily across the room. Her eyes moved leisurely over the various garments hanging in her wardrobe. Until radiant shades of crimsons, purples, ambers and every color in-between bubbled like a fizzy drink; intoxicating her senses while gloved hands overflowed with a boundless offering of beads, pressed flowers, and delicate ribbons.
She selected a lavish silk gown that was decorated with silver beading along the bust line. Its emerald green fabric illuminated her eyes, making them shine even more brightly. Around her neck she wore a long string of black pearls.
Realizing that her plans did not encompass such a luxurious looking dress she began unfastening the elusive button hooks that held her dress together, until she was able to slide it freely over her slender frame. Now standing in a puddle of silk and pearls, she settled on a white dress of modest design.
Will have to do, she pouted at herself in front of the mirror.
Quickly running a comb through her long golden hair as she descended down the stairwell, she found herself engulfed in the strong odor of alcohol. Clouds of yellow smoke rose to the ceiling, painting it like a coat of shellac, where it remained drying and dizzying the room. Zahrie rubbed her eyes and casually smoothed her hair from her face.
A stout Tauren made his way through the crowd towards her. She did not have to look up to see that he was approaching her; his heavy hooves clamored loudly even over the portion of the floor that was lined in mauve carpets.
“Good morning, miss,” he extends his thick furry hand.
“Mhm,” she shrugs her shoulders.
“Mind if I sit down?” he pulls out the chair next to her.
“It appears you a-already have,” she sighs deeply.
“Not from around here are you? Not that that’s any of my concern,” he corrects himself.
“What is it you w-want?” Zahrie asks in exasperation at the intrusion.
“Mason sent me to meet you,” he strained to sound monotone.
Zahrie reached into a large silk pouch and pulled out a sack lined with gold coins, placing them on the table in front of the Tauren.
“So it is true,” the Tauren starts, “you are about to start a war with the two human’s that murdered your husband, Kaven.”
“Don’t speak his name,” she spats and runs her hand unconsciously across the long scar on her cheek.
“Zahrie, I knew him too. Keep the gold by the way. I’m going to help you, not for money, but because he saved my life once long ago; but, that is a story for another time. Today I’m going to sneak you beyond the gates of Goldshire. We need to study our victims in order to understand their methods of battle.”
The Tauren reached inside his pocket and set three potion bottles on the table.
“You will need to be invisible for this to work,” a slight smile dances across his lips.
“Let us go then,” she rises from the table and makes her way quickly out the door, not bothering to turn to see if the Tauren followed. She heard his heavy hooves drumming against the ground behind her.
Two days later.
Zahrie tried keeping up with him, but she had grown weary. The Tauren was so agile and quick that her legs seemed worthless in comparison. They had traveled many hundreds of miles and she had begun to feel feint.
Through the clearing she could see they were nearing the forest’s edge of Duskwood. The wind blew softly through the branches of the trees as she collapsed into the cool plush earth. She nuzzled her cheek against the soft grass and drifted in and out of consciousness.
When she later awoke, she still felt too weak to move and she lay their listening to the earth’s soothing sounds as firefly’s floated through the wind like lemon colored lanterns lighting up the night’s sky.
The moon was concealed behind a dark coverlet of clouds, while an owl made sweet chirping sounds somewhere on the horizon. She watched as a shooting star lit up the horizon leaving a bright celestial light chasing after it. She fell pensive.
Why do people fear death…when even the stars are made more beautiful in their dying?
“Are you feeling better,” he spoke softly.
Kaven, she tried to speak but the words were caught in her throat.
“Zahrie,” he sighs, but she reaches up and covers his mouth with her hand.
Ours were the voices that met and kissed like lips.
She felt his weight pressing down on her then.
Infinity is such a long time.
She breathed deeply, enveloped fully in his essence.
Kaven I have loved you…
))
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