Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2014 18:12:55 GMT -5
Rating: G
Her cloven hooves were heavy as she plodded carefully along the grass. Every couple steps she would stop- raise her head, her furry ears perked, swiveling, straining to hear anything that may mean danger. Her leathery nose flared wide and swept in all the scents of the fields. Discerning anything however was hard due to the heavy rain that was falling.
She was close to Goldshire now. Her great stag head swiveled up the hill, ears following and she stared intently, peering through the raindrops. It was hard not to hear the people. Despite the rain, Goldshire was alive with the locals and visitors alike. Whoots and hollers, challenges and laughter all rang loudly over the pouring sky.
Snorting a tickling drop off her nose she pushed forward.
Soon the lights of the inn breached the gloom of the rain and the merry rainbows of color from the christmas decorations. She felt an invisible hand reach in and caress her heart making her smile. How many years had she sat under one of those trees swapping laughs and stories with friends.
Looking up the smile fell, trickled away like the water on her face. She was under the large branches of a maple tree. The rain wasn't falling as hard here and she could watch things going on without squinting. A long fence was a couple feet ahead, leaning against it some children and the regular vendors. She felt cold for them, wanted to go up and offer them into the inn to warm up with her by the roaring fire there.
She inches ahead a few more steps. Any step now was toying with her life. Stormwind guards didn't mess around. They eat and slept with their rifles. It was also a known fact since the dark portal went askew they beefed up security with a very full mounted patrol that roamed the roads. If -they- found her, she would become a stain on the street.
Her hide twitched with an itch and she tossed her head. Her eyes widened a little when she spied the tall well built form of a Night Elf male. Was rare to see them outside Stormwind where many would lay over between business. Many felt themselves too good to lower themselves to be caught dead in a little town or near the Goldshire Inn which was known for its promiscuous woman. Oh how she missed her own kind.
Even from far away his laughter sang to her ears as if he was right beside her. But he wasn't... no one was. Except a squirrel. It stared up at her- and she down at it curiously. She tilted her head slightly in invitation and the squirrel scampered up her leg, along her muscled neck to scoot along her right rack of horns where it paused for an instant and then lept into a nearby tree.
Considering, carefully she hunkered down into a laying position, her shoulder relaxed against the tree. There she watched the locals going about their daily lives. It didn't seem like anyone saw her, a large light grey stag with sad glass blue eyes.
But she wanted them to notice her...her lips parted and she clicked her teeth. She wanted to be seen, remembered- even welcomed. She wanted to slide back into her old life and her old memories and drown in them. That wasn't going to happen however.
For a moment she considered using the Orb of Deception she had with her. The fake life would last an hour, but what was the point of it anymore? She would look like her old self, but the friendly faces were long gone. Swallowed up and cast to the stars by the many years she was away.
"Waaaarrgghhnnn..." she bleated out softly. A nearby deer and her fawn both froze in mid step before prancing off in the opposite direction.
Shari bowed her head and closed her eyes. The raindrops did their best to wash away the Durotaur dust and Orgrimmar smell from her body. All that was superficial however. She was reminded of that when she heard the startled gasp of a little human girl ten feet away who had been running to get her errant ball.
Although a druid, Shari'Adune was never very good with her animal forms- except for her flight form. Where they were supposed to feel second nature to her they only felt like a coat at best. While Shari had been lost in her pained memories she had accidentally slipped out of her stag form and was left as her small 5'5 self, clothed only in her very long sea-green hair curled against the side of a tree. She glanced at the girl with wide glass blue eyes and held out a tiny hand to try and offer her assurance. But the gesture only scared the girl- for Shari only had three fingers, and altho small she had tusks poking out the corners of her mouth. She must have looked like a soaked, mutant night elf to the child.
"No-! It's ok!" Shari squeaked in Common- but it was to no avail. The child was already running in the other direction screaming and pointing back behind her.
Shari was on her feet quickly, for a moment baring the deer caught in the head lights look. The gathered assembly of locals she had been watching now all wore angry alarmed faces- many fumbling for weapons.
"No-no no!" Shari cried trembling with tears rolling down her cheeks. The first gunshot sounded like angry thunder and it startled her enough into action. As common as it was for her to breathe she lept into the sky taking flight. Swirling and twirling through the rain and leaves she shot up as high as she could- as fast as her wings would take her.
"HORDE! TROLL!" The angry bellows followed after her until she was wrapped safely in the blanket currents of the wind bound for the sandy shores of Booty Bay.
It wasn't long before she left the rain and the angry people behind. Exhausted she slipped from her flight form and fell into the ocean below like a rock.
The anguished cry of a sea lion carried her to shore where she found her natural form again. Like a broken mermaid she laid upon the sandy shore in a tangle of long hair and sea foam pillows where she cried herself into sleep.
Her cloven hooves were heavy as she plodded carefully along the grass. Every couple steps she would stop- raise her head, her furry ears perked, swiveling, straining to hear anything that may mean danger. Her leathery nose flared wide and swept in all the scents of the fields. Discerning anything however was hard due to the heavy rain that was falling.
She was close to Goldshire now. Her great stag head swiveled up the hill, ears following and she stared intently, peering through the raindrops. It was hard not to hear the people. Despite the rain, Goldshire was alive with the locals and visitors alike. Whoots and hollers, challenges and laughter all rang loudly over the pouring sky.
Snorting a tickling drop off her nose she pushed forward.
Soon the lights of the inn breached the gloom of the rain and the merry rainbows of color from the christmas decorations. She felt an invisible hand reach in and caress her heart making her smile. How many years had she sat under one of those trees swapping laughs and stories with friends.
Looking up the smile fell, trickled away like the water on her face. She was under the large branches of a maple tree. The rain wasn't falling as hard here and she could watch things going on without squinting. A long fence was a couple feet ahead, leaning against it some children and the regular vendors. She felt cold for them, wanted to go up and offer them into the inn to warm up with her by the roaring fire there.
She inches ahead a few more steps. Any step now was toying with her life. Stormwind guards didn't mess around. They eat and slept with their rifles. It was also a known fact since the dark portal went askew they beefed up security with a very full mounted patrol that roamed the roads. If -they- found her, she would become a stain on the street.
Her hide twitched with an itch and she tossed her head. Her eyes widened a little when she spied the tall well built form of a Night Elf male. Was rare to see them outside Stormwind where many would lay over between business. Many felt themselves too good to lower themselves to be caught dead in a little town or near the Goldshire Inn which was known for its promiscuous woman. Oh how she missed her own kind.
Even from far away his laughter sang to her ears as if he was right beside her. But he wasn't... no one was. Except a squirrel. It stared up at her- and she down at it curiously. She tilted her head slightly in invitation and the squirrel scampered up her leg, along her muscled neck to scoot along her right rack of horns where it paused for an instant and then lept into a nearby tree.
Considering, carefully she hunkered down into a laying position, her shoulder relaxed against the tree. There she watched the locals going about their daily lives. It didn't seem like anyone saw her, a large light grey stag with sad glass blue eyes.
But she wanted them to notice her...her lips parted and she clicked her teeth. She wanted to be seen, remembered- even welcomed. She wanted to slide back into her old life and her old memories and drown in them. That wasn't going to happen however.
For a moment she considered using the Orb of Deception she had with her. The fake life would last an hour, but what was the point of it anymore? She would look like her old self, but the friendly faces were long gone. Swallowed up and cast to the stars by the many years she was away.
"Waaaarrgghhnnn..." she bleated out softly. A nearby deer and her fawn both froze in mid step before prancing off in the opposite direction.
Shari bowed her head and closed her eyes. The raindrops did their best to wash away the Durotaur dust and Orgrimmar smell from her body. All that was superficial however. She was reminded of that when she heard the startled gasp of a little human girl ten feet away who had been running to get her errant ball.
Although a druid, Shari'Adune was never very good with her animal forms- except for her flight form. Where they were supposed to feel second nature to her they only felt like a coat at best. While Shari had been lost in her pained memories she had accidentally slipped out of her stag form and was left as her small 5'5 self, clothed only in her very long sea-green hair curled against the side of a tree. She glanced at the girl with wide glass blue eyes and held out a tiny hand to try and offer her assurance. But the gesture only scared the girl- for Shari only had three fingers, and altho small she had tusks poking out the corners of her mouth. She must have looked like a soaked, mutant night elf to the child.
"No-! It's ok!" Shari squeaked in Common- but it was to no avail. The child was already running in the other direction screaming and pointing back behind her.
Shari was on her feet quickly, for a moment baring the deer caught in the head lights look. The gathered assembly of locals she had been watching now all wore angry alarmed faces- many fumbling for weapons.
"No-no no!" Shari cried trembling with tears rolling down her cheeks. The first gunshot sounded like angry thunder and it startled her enough into action. As common as it was for her to breathe she lept into the sky taking flight. Swirling and twirling through the rain and leaves she shot up as high as she could- as fast as her wings would take her.
"HORDE! TROLL!" The angry bellows followed after her until she was wrapped safely in the blanket currents of the wind bound for the sandy shores of Booty Bay.
It wasn't long before she left the rain and the angry people behind. Exhausted she slipped from her flight form and fell into the ocean below like a rock.
The anguished cry of a sea lion carried her to shore where she found her natural form again. Like a broken mermaid she laid upon the sandy shore in a tangle of long hair and sea foam pillows where she cried herself into sleep.
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