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[el-elenath]

Shattered Memories

             Sprawled out beneath a canopy of trees, L stared up at the sky of leaves, thoughts wondering idly to what her life had become. It had been a long time since she had slept peacefully, always finding a shady spot in the forest to lay out, but never truly sleeping. Reaching into her pouch, she withdrew one of the many vials within it, lifting it closer to her face as she inspected it. The silvery contents swirled and glinted in the light that filtered through the leaves, as if it were trying to entice her to drink it. Mentally exhausted, she finally gave in, uncorking the vial and tipping the liquid back. Within seconds her eyelids were too heavy to keep open, the fight left from her as she went still on her bed of grass. The chirping around her from the forest’s creatures gave way to silence, darkness blissfully enveloping her…               Except the darkness shifted and morphed, her bliss quickly turning to bitter fear as her subconscious took over, breaking through every barrier she kept up when she was awake. Shapes formed, color splashed across the canvas that was her memories, bringing to life the very things she did not want to remember. Blood, blood everywhere. Fire. Death. The stench burned her lungs, suffocating her with every attempt she made to inhale. Twisting wildly from the confines that held her, she looked for a way out, confused on what was happening. Her gaze landed on two bodies some yards away, contorted in ways that no living being could withstand. Fear began to overwhelm her, causing her instincts to take over. Within seconds, the rope that bound her was snapped, frayed by sheer force, as her Worgen burst to the surface. As carefully as a large being could, it crawled over to the bodies, rolling them onto their backs before lifting its muzzle to the sky and giving a heart-wrenching howl. One body was an older human female, her long white hair stained red. The skin of her face had been partially charred away, as if torched while still alive. The robes on her body were in tatters, burn holes and tears marring the once fine garment. Next to the female was a male, the same age, though he seemed to be in much worse shape. Tufts of reddish-brown hair were all that remained, all the rest burnt away, the body naked. The Worgen laid them side by side, joining their hands before turning away from the bodies of its parents. Confusion gave way to rage, the world turning red as the Worgen loped through the destroyed remains of the manor. Choking on the smoke that was being mass produced by the fires, it moved for a clear area, higher in the mountain. Once there, it looked down, keen gaze narrowing as it searched for footprints, anything that could lead it to the ones that did this. As it was searching, a twig snapped behind it, causing it to swing around and launch itself towards the sound without a second thought. Claws and teeth connected with flesh, sinking into the sinew and muscle beneath as if it were nothing. A fire rang out, a burning feeling blossoming just beneath the Worgen’s ribcage. Growling, it lunged forward, tearing out the throat of the being it held under it, wasting no more time. Ears twitched as the Worgen listened to the air whistle out of the body, lungs bubbling then deflating as the life left the body and blood filled them. Rocking back on its haunches, it listened for any threats that may follow. When none were heard, the Worgen finally relinquished the block it held on itself, allowing its human side to come forward once more. L stared down at her claws, blood dripping from them. She could taste the blood in her mouth. It was everywhere. Stepping back, she winced in pain, a low moan escaping from her maw. Knowing that she could heal it more easily in her human form, she inhaled deeply and focused on drawing from her core, causing her Worgen form to melt away, leaving her standing there in her tattered gear and covered in blood. Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, she spat as much of the taste out as she could, wishing she had water. Eyeing the person she killed, she blanched when she realized it was a blood elf. Why had a blood elf come after her and her family, when her family was notorious for remaining neutral in anything to do with the Horde and Alliance. Tears welled in her eyes once more, the grief slamming home now that she was human once more. Her parents were dead, murdered. Their home was destroyed, and she had no idea why. Healing her wound enough that it would not bother her further, she took off in a dead sprint through the mountains, only stopping to purge her stomach when she caught the smell of burning bodies once more. With a hardened resolve, she wound her way through the lands, already knowing them like the back of her hand. As she drew upon the border of Elwynn Forest, she slowed her pace, unable to imagine what she looked like currently. Finding the nearest house, she paid a woman for a change of clothes with fresh meat and herbs she had found in her escape before washing herself in a lake, ridding herself of the soot and blood that covered her. Content she looked marginally more human, she made way for the gates of Stormwind, locking away her memories the best she could, and with it, her Worgen. The only thing she could think of when she thought of her second form was death, and it was something she wished to avoid. She would face it when it became a dire need. Until then, she would be entirely human, and she would find out why her parents were murdered in cold blood.               Lurching forward, a scream died on L’s lips, her chest heaving with the memories. She could taste the blood in her mouth, smell the fires that had surrounded her and ruined her home. Fingers dug into the ground, tearing up grass and dirt. She tried to slow her breathing, but her mind and body were refusing to cooperate. She could feel that she was on edge, the change on the tip of her tongue. Shaking her head, she stood slowly and shambled closer to the stream near her. Once there, she sank into the cool water, allowing it to seep away the heat that was threatening to overtake her. Reaching into her herb pouch at her hip, she drew out her corpseweed, popping a leaf into her mouth and chewing slowly. No, the memories were better left as just that; memories.

[el-elenath]

The Wild Druidess

Druidess Ellorianna “L” Elenath

Druid of the Claw Race/Class: Worgen Druid Face-claim: Aishwarya Rai Family: None Marital Status: Single. Orientation: Unknown. Looking for: Scenarios, stories, previously existing relationships (friends, distant family, etc.) Platforms: Skype, Tumblr, World of Warcraft. (Alliance-WrA)

Description:  --The woman standing before you is short in stature, barely reaching the 5'5 mark. Despite what she is lacking in height, she makes up for in the way she carries herself. Willowy and lithe, her toned body is always held with near perfect posture. Normally wearing some sort of revealing clothing, it is easy to see where her curves start and never stop. It is also easy to see, if looked for, the faint silvery runes that adorn her entire body, save her face. Full hips sway with every step, though her gait is almost feline in the fluidity of it, as if she were stalking someone with every step... --The woman's skin is tanned, probably from hours spent in the wilderness. This much is apparent, as her long plumb-brown hair always seems to have sticks and leafs tangled in the wild curls that cascade down to her lower back. These same curls frame a angular face, a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, that seemed to hold a permanent pink stain, only adding to her feline appearance. --Bright teal blue eyes dazzle against her dark skin, framed by long, black lashes. The woman's left eye bares a slim, silvery scar, though it is hardly noticeable. A small button nose rests over a pair of plump coral pink lips, and should those lips pull back into a smile, they would reveal a set of snow white teeth with abnormally long canines. --The woman seems to be a fan of ink and metal, that much is apparent. A silver hoop could be seen on the left side of her nose, as well as a pair of sky blue snakebite piercings. If she chose to speak to you, the flash of a toxic green tongue piercing could be seen, her entire appearance a drastic contrast to the tinkling voice she used when speaking. --The aura around the woman would be that of comfort, though there is a blatant tinge of fire and wildness to it. The distinct scent of woods clung to her like a natural scent, accompanied by the smell of various herbs and flowers that she had been working with that day. --At her hip is a small pouch that she is never seen without. Should you see her reach into it, you would also see her withdraw a couple of mint leafs, which she would promptly stick in her mouth and begin chewing on. Combined with the scent of the woods, she never smelt like a mutt. 

Background: As always, there is not any background information that you will be given. All info must be obtained through RP. That being said, there is some common knowledge that can be used. -El is a healer and a druid, as well as a mercenary. -She has no family or significant other.

Additional Information:  --Ellorianna is a very blunt and straight-forward person, with a playful side. Despite that, she is also not a good person all the time, if ever. She uses her charms and wit to her advantage, but those who know her, also know what she does for a living. --She is quick to defend those that seem that they need it and are truly innocent, such as children and crippled, but she is also quick to injure and ask questions later. Despite being a healer by nature, she is a mercenary by trade. This apple fell far from the tree. --While she is a worgen, she tries to hide that side of her as much as she can, playing off as a full human. If asked directly, she will not lie, but she will also not engage the conversation further. --She has a rather subdued temper, but a vengeful streak a mile wide. It's hard to actually anger her, but once you hit that mark, it never truly resides. -While L is a healer by nature, she is also a mercenary by trade. She can be hired for a job in either, though her healing jobs she is extremely picky about due to the toll it takes to heal --Tattoos: Her arms are covered in rather scenic ink, some depicting different nature scenes while others have to do with things that are probably personal to the woman herself. --Piercings: This woman has a kink for metal, it would seem. A silver hoop can be found in the right side of her nose. Snake bite piercings adorn her lower lip, both a mix of black and blood red. Her tongue is pierced with a toxic green colored ball, which flashes as she talks. Each ear also has 3 piercings going up the side and a hoop at the top, a chain connecting the hoop to the third ear piercing. --Jewelry: Her right hand has two rings, one a crescent moon and the other what seems to be a wedding band of some sort. Her left hand has no rings. Her left wrist, however, has a leather bracelet of some sort with a small ruby hanging from it. Around her neck is also a golden chain with a locket, though it is normally tucked under her clothing. --Runes: The runes that cover the woman's skin would not be known to anybody that is not trained in the ways of a warlock or old druidism. They were placed upon her at birth by her mother, and she never truly found out what they all meant.

Companion: Sentinel owl, Serenity. -This owl is rather small, the size of a barn owl.  -It is almost ethereal in appearance, as if it is from a different realm. -It only obeys El.