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DWC November 2023, Day 2,Success/Sin

Ellissay looked at the bottom of the once more empty glass. She wasn't drunk, but she could feel the effects of the alcohol as it made its way through her system. She rocked the glass back and forth in her hand as if more drink would magically appear if she stared at it long enough.

Finally, she sat the glass down and waved to the bartender, who raised an eyebrow at her, a woman drinking alone on a weeknight. But she didn't owe him or anyone else an explanation. It wasn't like she would pour out her soul to some random stranger who could probably care less.

Despite his seeming trepidation, the man made his way over and poured her more of the snowplum brandy. She swirled the liquid in the glass a few times, watching it spin, which ultimately made her a bit light-headed. Finally, she swallowed the brandy and sat the glass down before turning on her barstool to take in her surroundings.

Not much in the way of a crowd tonight. After all, it was a Monday evening, and most were probably home with their loved ones. She smirked to herself. She would be home, too, if she had a home. Instead, here she was at some dive working a case cause she had to somehow put food on the table and pay the rent for wherever her next job took her.

She heard the scrape of the door opening, and her eyes flickered to the guy who had walked into the room. She didn't have to be told that this was her target. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that wouldn't quit had been the description she had been given. They weren't lying. He swaggered in like he owned the place because, from her understanding, he did.

Also, from her understanding, he was using the joint as a front for something nefarious. If her intel was on point. He had become infamous in underground circles known as the heartbreaker. Though he seemed good at keeping his head down and hands clean. SI:7 hadn't found a stitch of evidence on him or his operation in the months they had been tracking him. The only reason she had put two and two together was that she knew a guy who knew a guy. But isn't that how it always goes? And hellfire, she could always be wrong.

She slips off the barstool, moves forward as if she doesn't see the man, and bumps straight into him. He seems for a moment that he will yell at her until his eyes graze over her features, and she sees them soften. "You alright?" he says instead of whatever harsh words had almost come out of his mouth.

Pretending to have slipped, she had grabbed his wrist, her nails biting into the skin, though he seemed not to notice. Ellissay pulled back, and for a moment, his eyes caught hers, and damn it, but she felt herself stare back. Immediately, she broke the stare, genuine heat coming to her cheeks. "My apologies. I should watch where I am going or perhaps have a little less to drink on an empty stomach." She lets herself chuckle slightly.

She straightens herself up, and her hands slip from his wrist, and his lips curl into a grin as if she were a canary and he was a cat. She might have enjoyed the attention any other time, but not tonight. Tonight, she had business to take care of. She composed herself and once more apologized, trying her best to play coy, which, truth be told, wasn't her strong suit. Thankfully, he seemed to be in a hurry and didn't seem to notice.

She realizes he is speaking to her. "You sure you are okay, miss? Can I call a taxi service for you?" Ellissay shakes her head and tells the man it won't be necessary, and he nods and bids her good evening. He is gone, disappearing down the stairs. Which is just as well. The poison from her nails would take hold in about five to ten minutes. The plan was to ensure he was in his office when it took effect and passed out.

She turns toward the bartender and feigns a bit of embarrassment. "Your restroom, please." He points downstairs and to the left. And just like that, she has a reason for going downstairs.

She makes her way down into the dimly lit hallway, but instead of turning left, she makes her way right, following a sliver of light shining from beneath a closed door. She takes a deep breath, calculates how much time has passed doing the mental math, and takes several deep breaths before she pushes the door open, hoping it is the right room.

And there he is, passed out in the big chair behind a rather large desk covered in papers. Ellissay rushes over to the desk and scans the documents. She wouldn't have much time. Either he would wake, or the bartender would get suspicious if she didn't return. She pulls a small camera from a bag at her side and starts taking picture after picture. She would have to review the documents later to see if any were useful.

He stirred, and she knew she was running out of time. For a moment, she feels guilty about drugging a man who may or may not be innocent of any wrongdoing. But she had at least succeeded in tonight's plan. Perhaps tonight would prove him innocent, or maybe it would condemn him of the sins he had committed. Either way, her job was done.

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DWC November 2023, Day 1, Party/Chills

Perhaps there was truth in the saying you can't go home. She didn't think it was really saying you couldn't, as in you can't physically show up at the place you once lived. But perhaps that sometimes a home just isn't a home anymore.

Ellissay wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them as the cool air penetrated her skin. It was cool outside, but strangely, it felt even more cold inside the burrows that used to be her home.

The lamp in her hand cast an eerie glow over the now almost empty room. She moved slowly throughout the living area. The few furnishings were covered in cloth, and dust had settled on the fabric. She yanked one of them off, coughing and gasping as she inhaled the particles that rained down around her. She waved her free hand to clear the air before her eyes settled on what had been under the cloth.

Her father's chair.

Immediately, tears welled up in her eyes. How often had her father sat in that chair and read to her, sang to her, or held her until she fell asleep? She runs her finger over the fabric and swallows hard.

Elly takes a deep, shuddering breath and lets the tears fall. She shouldn't have come back. Nothing was left except memories of a life that no longer existed.

She tossed the cloth into the chair and turned to walk further into the burrow. Every room was dark, empty of items that once made it a home. She wasn't sure when her mother had cleaned out most of their things. Perhaps after they had all went their separate ways. She hadn't seen her now in around how many years? 5? 6? More?

Too long, she imagined.

It wasn't like she hadn't tried to help her mother in those first few months after her father had perished in the fires of Teldrassil. But Eclesia Morningstar had been a husk of her former self. She hadn't just lost her mate she had lost a part of herself. The burns on her hands and wrists have taken away her ability to shoot a bow. Her mother might as well have lost a limb and her heart.

Elly had tried to get her to heal the physical wounds, but it was as if the woman had wanted to punish herself. She pulled away from her children and sat for hours, staring into space with a haunted look. Weeks passed, then months, but nothing brought her back, no matter what they did.

Finally, her brothers decided they didn't know what their mother needed, but it wasn't them. They had heard tales of far-off lands and dragons, and the adventurer's side in them had taken hold.

Elly takes a deep breath and shudders with the chill of the room. She picks up her pace, needing suddenly to leave her once home. It wasn't a home anymore. It was now just a shell of its former self. A reminder of what she had lost. Nothing but a tomb of old memories.

Taking a deep breath with a final look, she leaves, blowing out the lamp and casting the place again in the darkness where she had no doubt it would stay, perhaps forever.

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DWC November 2023, Day 6, Expectation

Ellissay knew her aunt wouldn't go far. Elutia didn't trust the man on her couch and worried for her niece. She had seen the look in her eyes when she bid her farewell and knew that she would probably go to the village nearby and would remain there until she knew her niece was safe.

Ellissay takes a deep breath, and her thoughts turn toward the man. He had moved a few times, and his eyes fluttered, but he had yet to wake. Perhaps he had lost too much blood. She had had to clean up the floor; there had been so much of it. It had caught her attention while sifting through the photographs, and for a moment, she had just stared at it, going over the night's events in her head.

Finally, she had moved to get some rags and water to clean it up. She doubted she would get her deposit back if she left blood dried on the wood floor like some murder scene.

Suddenly, the man made a coughing sound. She jumps slightly, pulling herself out of her thoughts and toward him. He moved, winced, and his hand moved to his head as if it pained him. She presses her lips together into a thin line, waiting cautiously to see what he might do.

"I'm not going to hurt you if that is your concern." his voice sounded raspy and not nearly as confident as it had sounded the first time they had met. "Besides, you poisoned me, not the other way around." He failed to mention she was also most likely the reason he ended up half-dead on her cabin floor.

A soft bit of heat comes to her cheeks. The man wasn't wrong, but being called out on it had been unexpected. Still, if he expected her to feel guilty, it wouldn't happen. She had been paid for a job, and she had done that job.

"Why did you come here, Mr…? She pauses, waiting for him to give her a name.

His eyes waver for a moment as if he is trying to decide if he should trust her.

She makes a soft tsk tsk sound. "Come now, let's not be shy. You show up at my doorstep, beaten, stabbed, and practically on death's door. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead."

He closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath before pulling himself up in a sitting position; he makes it about halfway before having to pause and take a deep breath. "You are right. You could have easily kicked me out into the cold and left me for dead. I'm Shiloh." He didn't offer his last name, and she let it go for now.

"Well, Shiloh, I would say it is a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie under the circumstances. Perhaps you can explain to me how you ended up here, of all places, just days after I drugged you."

He gave a half-cocked chuckle and winced again. "You are exactly what I expected if I am honest. My sister has been keeping an eye on you for a while."

He clears his throat. "Perhaps I could have some water."

His sister? What the…?

She furrows her brow for a moment but lets out a breath of air and stands, making her way into the kitchen. It gave her a moment to think as she turned on the spigot, filling a water glass. She moves back into the living area to hand it to him. He brings it eagerly to his lips.

"Slowly." she looks down at him with a stern look. He pauses and drinks it a bit slower. She returned to the chair and waited for him to finish the water so he could continue.

He looks down into the now-empty glass. "I knew who you were as soon as I saw you. I didn't know you were going to drug me. That was my bad. I know you work sometimes for SI:7. Work being a loose term. You don't truly work for anyone but yourself. You keep a pretty solitary life. You don't have many friends, probably due to your half-elf heritage, which makes you feel distant from others. You and your brothers are close, but you have lost touch with your mother. Your work with SI:7 is to make you feel like you have something in common with her. Truth is, you and she are quite alike. Resourceful and intelligent. Both good at what you do."

His knuckles turn white as his hold on the glass tightens with his following words. Ellissay can hear the glass stress. "I, on the other hand, perhaps not as good. Somebody ratted me out. I thought it was you. I was on my way here to confront you when I got ambushed. And well, I am sure you can put two and two together."

She furrows her brow again and tilts her head cause she isn't putting two and two together. "I don't follow. What do you mean ratted you out? To SI:7?"

His words had her confused. What was there to rat him out about? Her information said he was the go-to guy for the operation that SI:7 was trying to take down. The ring leader of sorts. They already knew that, didn't they? Though she would admit she had gone over those damn photos again and again, and there was nothing. If there was a paper trail, she hadn't found it. Had she been lied to?

He looked exhausted and frustrated. "Well, since I am alive and not a frozen corpse, you either didn't rat me out, or you are an excellent little actress." He runs his fingers through his curls, clearly a nervous habit of sorts. He sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a moment.

Ellissay shakes her head. "I feel like there is some major information I am unaware of." She lets out a swift puff of air. "And we clearly don't trust one another, so I am unsure how far this conversation will take us. But since nobody has shown up to finish the job, I will assume they think they already did. You should be safe here. You might not trust me, but clearly, I don't want you dead."

He purses his lips together tightly and nods his head in understanding.

Ellissay takes a deep breath in and out through her nose. "I had you healed, but you lost a lot of blood before I could get somebody here to do so."

Shiloh's eyes widen, and she raises her hand before he can say anything. "I couldn't just call anybody; there would be too many questions, and I didn't have answers. But I assume you will recognize the name Elutia. I called in my aunt to heal you. I trusted her, knowing she would keep things between us. I doubt she has gone far, and knowing her, she will return to make sure you didn't do something stupid like try to kill me."

He nods, seeming suddenly tired again, and lies back on the couch, closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths. Ellissay watches him for a moment before she stands and decides to give him a few minutes, which she knows he probably needs. "I will be in my room if you need anything." She doesn't wait for an answer, and as she walks away, she doesn't seem to get one.

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DWC November 2023, Day 5, Strange/Flame

Ellissay had sent word to Elutia to come as quickly as possible. It had still taken some time for her to arrive. It took several hours, even by portals and teleports, due to flight time. During this time, the blue-eyed man had not wakened, but his bleeding seemed to have stopped, and his breathing had become steady.

Still, Ellissay was on edge. What had really happened? In the light of the following day, she noticed bruises on his face and arms; his knuckles were tattered. Clearly, he had gotten into some sort of fight, and if he had won, she would hate to see the other guy. But it would seem he had lost.

He moans softly in his sleep, and she lays her hand on his shoulder to quieten him, knowing any thrashing might cause new bleeding. He mumbles words she can't quite make out except something about a crimson rose. She had no idea what he was talking about. Seemed an odd thing to dream about, or perhaps they were nightmares.

A soft knock at the door brings Ellissay out of her thoughts, and she knows almost instantly that it is her Aunt; she doubts anyone else would knock so softly. Still, she is cautious as she opens the door and lets her cat, Nevio, sniff the air. As Nevio gave a snort of approval, his tail shifting back and forth at the familiar scent, Ellissay opened the door wider. She sighs, grateful to her Aunt, who nods respectfully at her.

She steps aside and allows Elutia into the dwelling. Elutia immediately notices the man still on the floor since Ellissay couldn't lift his weight alone, and she drops down immediately to aid him.

Ellissay feels the need to explain. "I couldn't lift him, and he has been out since I dressed his wound. The bleeding seems to have stopped or at least slowed, but he has yet to awaken. I kept him as warm as I could."

Elutia nods and begins to work. She called to nature itself to heal the man's wounds. The man shifts in his sleep as his body begins to heal, most likely causing some discomfort with how long it took to get to him to heal him after the injury.

Ellissay doesn't interrupt. Instead, she moves to the kitchen and puts on some tea, trying to keep herself distracted while Elutia does her work as a healer. She pauses and leans against the counter, closing her eyes momentarily and hoping that he healed without incident. Her body felt stiff and tense. Perhaps the hot tea would help her to relax.

She opened her eyes and was startled by Elutia standing in front of her, having not heard a sound of her approaching. Elutia takes a soft, deep breath. "It is done, but I can't say when he will wake up. Now that the wound is closed and healed, we can attempt to move him off the floor and onto the couch.

Ellissay nods at her Aunt, and they both approach the man. Ellissay moves toward his head. "I will get this end, and you get his feet." Elutia nods, and they lift him as best they can and shift him slowly toward the couch, rolling him onto it with a few soft grunts. He wasn't exactly a small guy, even for a human.

Once he was on the couch, both women took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen. Ellissay pours some tea for them both, neither speaking for a moment.

Finally, Elutia breaks the silence. "So you going to tell me who he is?"

Ellissay sips her tea and then shakes her head. "That's just it. I am not sure who he is."

She goes on to explain to Elutia the events that occurred, from her assignment all the way to him showing up half-dead on her doorstep.

"I thought he was the enemy, but now I am unsure. Why would he come to me? Clearly, he was on to me when I took the photographs. So, why would he seek me out? I don't think he was coming to me as payback as hurt as he was. His only words to me last night were, I can explain. I don't know if he meant the knife wound or what he was doing here, or what, to be honest. Something just doesn't seem right."

Elutia held the warm cup in both palms of her hand and drank a few sips of her tea as Ellissay spoke. She nods at Ellissay. "I agree something is strange here. If he was the man you were told, coming to you makes no sense. Perhaps when he wakes up, we will learn more. You want me to stay?"

Ellissay shakes her head. "No, it might be best if it is just me when he wakes up."

Elutia nods and finishes off her tea, sitting the cup on the counter before she moves to hug her niece. "Call me again if you need me and…" she pulls back, looking straight at her. "…be careful."

Ellissay walks her Aunt to the door and sees her out. She closes the door and briefly turns her eyes to the man, still unconscious on the couch. She turned and took a deep breath, noticing the flames in the fireplace had died down. She moved to add a few logs and stoke the fire once more.

Again, she sits in the chair at the window, grabbing a few photographs she had left on the table beside it. Perhaps they would give her some insight…

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DWC November 2023, Day 7, Dream/Sting

Ellissay tossed and turned in her sleep. Dark images filled her mind, and voices she could not quite make out jumbled in her head.

She bolted upright in bed, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She pants, trying to catch her breath. Yet another dream.

She sighs heavily and swings her body out from beneath the heavy blankets, sitting her feet on the hardwood floor. She just sits on the edge of the bed for a moment, trying to calm herself when she hears voices.

Voices? As in more than one.

She slowly stands up and pads her way across the room, trying not to be heard. She moves toward the door, where she can listen to the voices more clearly.

"What are you doing here? You can't be here?" She could make out Shiloh's voice; he sounded upset and frustrated as he spoke to the mystery person.

A woman's voice spoke back. "Shy, did you really think I was not going to find out where you were. You have been missing for days. I thought you were dead. I practically put out a manhunt to find you." The woman's voice was emotional, and she could practically hear the tears in her tone.

For a moment, everything got quiet, and then the woman spoke again. "Come on out, Ellissay. You are clearly awake, and your emotions are so strong you are giving me a headache."

Ellissay hesitates momentarily, then huffs slightly and makes her way into the living area, where the two are standing before the fireplace.

She didn't ask, but as soon as she saw the woman, it was clear who she was. Same blonde hair, same blue eyes. His sister.

The woman turns from Shiloh toward her as soon as she enters the room and purses her lips together. "You have caused quite the fuss. I had to go through quite a bit to clean up the mess you two have made."

Ellissay blinks, her mouth falling open momentarily before she catches herself. "Excuse me?" She wasn't sure what else to say to this woman standing there, looking exasperated with her matter-of-fact tone.

Elu shakes her head, her tone berating. "You aren't excused, not even close. You almost got my brother killed, almost undone years of work and progress, and for what a few measly coins. I would have paid you double, hell, triple what SI:7 paid you. I thought you were a smart woman…"

Ellissay felt shocked, the woman's words hitting her like a ton of bricks after everything that had happened.

Shiloh steps in between the women. "Enough, Elu. She didn't know, and we could have prevented all of this if you had just gone to her and recruited her to start with instead of letting SI:7 get to her first." He looks at Ellissay with an apologetic look and sighs heavily.

His sister, Elu, shakes her head and huffs slightly but doesn't disagree with his words. "We can argue about this later. We have to move."

Elu turns toward Ellissay. "I've already spoken to your aunt, and she is keeping a watch out for me, but we need to move now. Get your stuff together…"

"No. I don't know who you are, and you could be lying about my aunt. For all I know, you have hurt her or taken her hostage, or god knows what." Ellissay looked from the woman to Shiloh. "This is insane. You can't expect me just to believe everything she is saying."

"Then, believe me." Even if Ellissay didn't remember the woman's voice, which she did, she would recognize the deep, rich blue hair that came into view. She runs up and hugs the woman she has not seen in many moon cycles. "Whisper!"

The woman hugs her tightly, whispering in her ear. "It will be alright, but you must go. I will explain everything when I have a chance. Trust me, little bug."

Ellissay pulls back and nods, tears coming to her eyes at the term of endearment the woman had called her. She quickly rushes to dress and gather her belongings.

When she returns, the room is empty, and the fire has been put out in the fireplace. The door stands open, and she can see others mounted, ready to leave. She moved out the door and closed it, locking it up and leaving the key in the mailbox where she knew the owner would find it.

She calls for her own mount. Once mounted, everyone starts taking to the sky. She isn't even sure where they are headed, but she follows behind Whisper, who seems to have stayed with the group. There are several others, one or two she recognizes, though she doesn't recall their names and a few she doesn't know. She realized they were spread out in a formation, clearly keeping those inside it safe.

From what, she wonders, or perhaps from whom? Clearly, she had pissed off the wrong people. What had she gotten herself into?

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“— I..” The jaw shuts to mute his voice. He wanted to tell the elven beauty his name. He shakes her hand at least to keep the interaction going. Bare feet walk across the forest floor and feel the crunching of leaves. Feel the grass between his toes. “— I only have told one person my name.. and I will never give it another.. they ruined me..” He mumbles, uncaring about the torn fabric of a long dress and it slides off his shoulders. “I have seen women like you.. how beautiful the ears and the eyes of multiple colors.. jade, blue.. what is your name? In time, you might get mine from my lips.”

Ellissay watches as he opens his mouth to speak but suddenly shuts it as if to stop himself from doing so. He at least shook her hand but she could feel a bit of reluctance from him his words only adding to her thoughts about the situation that was becoming a bit awkward.

She listens as he speaks and shakes her head up and down. "Is there anything I can do to help you?" She pauses at his words speaking of seeing women like her and takes a small step backward. "Women like me?" She asks her brow furrowing slightly.

She gives a slightly nervous chuckle as he asks for her name. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way with me. I have plenty of enemies, how am I to know you aren't one of them. Asking my name to make sure you have your mark? No. I think perhaps I will do like you and keep my name to myself for now. But thank you for the flowers." Though now she was wondering if even the flowers were a ruse to somehow trick her.

Her eyes roam over him taking in the torn fabric of the long dress he wore. She reaches into her coin purse takes out a few pieces of gold and reaches toward his hand pressing the coin into his palm. "Whatever your problems are, perhaps that will help at least for the night. Now if you will excuse me."

And with the last words she turns and makes her way a bit hastily into the crowd disappearing from sight her thoughts on the awkward meeting with the strange man. A part of her felt bad for him. He seemed almost sad. But she couldn't take chances as she had told him, that she was his mark. Somebody sent to take her out. Perhaps that was just her paranoia but better safe than sorry.

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DWC November 2023, Day 3, Unresolved

Ellissay sat on the oversized chair she had pulled close to the window. She felt it was cold enough to snow, but there hadn't been even a flurry so far. Still, the small cabin she had rented tucked away in Winterspring seemed a far cry from civilization and gave her a moment's respite from the world.

She cozied up with the blanket given to her as a mere child. Its worn, frayed edges gave it character and reminded her a bit of what used to be her life. It both made her smile and put a knot in her chest, knowing she would never have that life again. Perhaps, though, she thought there would be a new one one day.

She stared at the photos in her hand she had been going over for the last few hours. Nothing of note so far, and she began questioning herself if she would find anything. Clearly, the man in question was either really good at what he was doing or innocent. She had yet to ascertain which was which.

Her eyes blurred as she picked up yet another photograph, holding the magnifying glass to read the small print. She sighed heavily and put both on the table beside her before reaching up and rubbing her tired, swollen lids.

She should be resting, if truth be told. But so far, sleep had eluded her. Whenever she closed her eyes, she had dreams, or perhaps nightmares of pale blue eyes, a commotion, blood, a dagger, and the light fading from those eyes that she couldn't seem to forget.

She shakes herself mentally. Dreams were something she had always had, even as a child. She had dreamed of her father's death, though he and her mother had sworn everything would be fine; she had known it wouldn't. She had seen the tree burn her father perish, yet even to her, it had seemed impossible at the time.

Now, she pays attention when she dreams. It meant something or someone was telling her something. It wasn't always clear what, but in this case, it would seem the very man she had spied on was in trouble. Who else did she know with such piercing blue eyes.

And just what are you going to do about it? She thinks to herself. There were too many questions, not enough answers, and too much left unsaid and undone. Yet she seemed to be getting nowhere.

Perhaps her best bet was for the time being to sleep.

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DWC November 2023, Day 4, Attention

TW:Blood

A knock sounds at the door. Ellissay's head turns toward the sound, her eyes suddenly alert. Nobody should know she is here, much less anyone banging at her door at such a late hour.

She shuffles out of bed, pausing to pick up the dagger from the leather vest she had left dangling over the chair. She passes the barely lit fireplace. It is scarcely keeping the room's chill at bay as she thinks to herself she should stoke the fire.

Another knock, though much less intense, draws her attention back to why she had crawled out of bed to start with.

Ellissay takes a deep breath, undoes the lock on the door, and gradually inches it open. She fully expects to be attacked if she is honest. Instead, a man stands there, his coat hood shadowing his face as he clutches his side, swaying.

She pulls the door slowly, the remainder of the way open. She sees no immediate weapon, nor does it appear he means to attack her. Even so, she remains cautious.

The man takes an unsteady step toward her, and she, on instinct, takes a step back before he collapses just inside the doorway.

Ellissay swears softly under her breath. She moves forward slowly and nudges him with her foot as cold air hits her exposed skin. Goosebumps rise upon her cooled flesh, and she shivers. A hand suddenly reaches out to grab her arm, causing her to jump. She gasps and tries to yank away, but the man is much stronger than he would appear.

Regardless, his hand drops just as abruptly, and he coughs, wincing as it goes to his side again. He coughs again, a horrible hacking sound, and this time, the hood slips from his head, exposing his face.

Him!

Of course, it is him. The heartbreaker, Mr Blue eyes himself. What in hellfire was he doing here?!

"I can explain." he coughs out as if he had known what she was thinking. His eyes shimmer with pain with each new cough. She suddenly notices the blood smeared on his hand and now her wrist. She hadn't seen it before due to the low-lit flames that cast mainly dark shadows over the room.

Ellissay shivers again, the cold starting to seep through her skin into her bones. She moves to close the door, getting the man to pivot enough for her to do so before both of them freeze to death.

Damn, Elune for her dreams. Damn him for showing up at her door half-dead.

Ellissay turns back toward the man and shakes her head. Had she caused this? She had yet to give the photographs she had taken to anyone. Still, it seemed like too much of a coincidence. "What happened? Who did this?"

He seemed to want to answer but lacked the strength to do so. Again, Ellissay swears softly under her breath and finally sighs. "I can clean the wound and dress it, but I will need to contact somebody to heal you. I'm afraid I am not a healer."

Nor did she want somebody who would ask too many questions if she were honest. It would have to be somebody she trusted, and there was only one she knew for sure she could trust. Her Aunt. Elutia Morningstar.

It seemed like he would protest, but then his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his body visibly slumped against the floor, his head lolling to the side.

"No, no, no. Stay with me." Ellissay taps the sides of his cheeks a few times, trying to rouse him, and his eyes flutter faintly. "That's right, stay awake."

Ellissay runs to her room and rummages through one of her packs. Inside should be the first aid kit she kept with her when she went hiking. She tosses out items she knows would be no help and finally pulls out a large container. A field kit most called it. She wasn't a medic or a healer, but this would have to do for now.

She races back into the living area, where the man has not moved. She yanks open the kit, noticing that his breathing is labored and knowing she has to move quickly before she loses him.

Elissay rips open packages of gauze and moves the coat and shirt out of her way so she can see the wound. She grimaces as she sees the fairly deep laceration on his left side. She prays it hasn't hit anything vital. Or worse, that the weapon hadn't been poisoned.

Using the towel she had grabbed from her bathroom, she dabbed at the injury, wiping as much blood away as she could, though it seemed to keep coming. She pressed the gauze against the wound as hard as she could. "Damn you, you can't die on me," she mumbles as she tries to dress the wound the best she knows how. This isn't her forte in the best circumstances, and these weren't even close to reasonable circumstances.

She tries to remind herself this is no different than caring for a wounded animal. Something she had done countless times. You can do this. She tells herself. You have dressed wounded animals hundreds of times. This is no different.

Finally, she was done. The wound was dressed, and Ellissay had done all she could until she could contact her Aunt to heal him further. Hopefully, she had done enough to at least stop the bleeding.

She retrieves some blankets and pulls them over him before moving to get the fireplace back in full swing. There wouldn't be any more sleep for her, at least not tonight. Ellissay looks over at the man who had, at some point, passed out. She had, of course, checked to make sure he was still breathing and his heart still beat. He was, and it did. Still, it was going to be a long night.

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LFRP: Ellissay Morningstar

Basics –––– ✢

▌NICKNAMES: Elly ▌AGE: 25 ▌RACE: Half-Elf (Quel'dorei mother & Gilnean father. Void Elf in game) ▌GENDER: Female ▌SEXUALITY: Bisexual ▌MARITAL STATUS: Single ▌SERVER: Moon Guard

Physical Appearance –––– ♤

▌HAIR: Long Silver White ▌EYES: Blue Hazel ▌HEIGHT: 5'8 ▌BUILD: Athletic, Toned/Athletic ▌DISTINGUISHING MARKS: None ▌COMMON ACCESSORIES: Jeweled Dagger (usually hidden)

Personal –––– ♢

▌PROFESSION:  Huntress/For Hire ▌HOBBIES: Reading, Writing, Singing ▌LANGUAGES: Multilingual  ▌RESIDENCE: Wherever she is renting at the moment ▌BIRTHPLACE: - ▌RELIGION: None ▌FEARS: Losing what is left of her family

Relationships –––– ♡

▌Spouse: None ▌Children: None ▌Parents: Eclesia Morningstar, Grimsark Blakemore ▌Siblings: Her twin brothers, Damon and Eldon Blakemore ▌Other Relatives: Elutia Morningstar ▌Pets:  Two snow leopards, Nieves and Neva

disorganized / organized / in between close-minded / open-minded / in between Calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless /in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unemphatic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between leaning optimistic traditional/modern / in between Hard-working/lazy / in between cultured / un-cultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

Possible Hooks –––– ♦

▌ Huntress for hire. She takes on contracts to hunt and/or kill creatures that are wrecking havocs on villages or upsetting the balance of nature.

▌For hire-other. Following in her mother's footsteps, she takes on contract work in gathering intelligence and taking out possible targets at her discretion.

▌She enjoys a good drink and can be found at a tavern or bar especially during the weekend late nights. She also enjoys dancing and can possibly be found at local clubs and/or parties.

▌-she is a brand new character that is still in the works of me figuring her out. Any suggestions for a starter for role play is always welcomed.

PLEASE NOTE: I currently do most if not all of my RP in discord. That information can be obtained by messaging me on tumblr in ask or messenger.

What I’m looking for –––– ♥

▌RP partners/Friendship ▌I’m willing to do pre-established ships mainly past relationships, family, old friends, enemies, past business partners. As long as it is talked out and agreed on ahead of time.  ▌Open communication about the RP at all times. ▌RP in discord with possible in-game at a later date ▌Looking for somebody who doesn’t mind if I tag them in posts about our characters with gifs, quotes, and such.

Out of Character –––– ♣

▌I am an older writer/roleplayer, 40+, and when doing NSFW (including erotica, violence, etc) topics, I prefer the writer to be 25+. SFW - 18+ ▌I mostly do para writing, but it can and will vary in length. I have no expectation on length, If you write a line or a chapter, I am good either way. ▌IC and OOC separate at all times. I am not my character, and she is not me. This is very important to me. Please do not take OOC into RP and vice versa. ▌I can always be contacted via Tumblr ask/messenger or Discord, if you have my discord.

Contact Information –––– ✰

Tumblr @ellissay-morningstar

Carrd: In the works

Discord -  Please request. 

In game - Ellissay on Moon Guard

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“Flowers?”

The undead experiment offers to the Elf. His long hair frames his face and chiseled jawline. The lanky, slender man stands at full height. The towering figure masking the story behind the experiment.

Ellissay looks a bit startled as suddenly she is offered flowers from a man she doesn't know. It puts her almost immediately into a defensive stance which honestly said more about her than it did about him.

She quickly masks her shock and looks up at the man smiling warmly, and takes the flowers he is offering. "How kind of you."

She brings the flowers to her nose and inhales the soft scent of the plants before she offers her free hand to him in the form of a handshake. "And whom may I be thanking for such a lovely gift?"

(Thanks for the ask anon!)

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New World of Warcraft RP Blog

This is a new WoW Roleplay blog for the character Ellissay Morningstar. I will be posting a pinned post soon with more information on the character and the writer!