((Little late, but I'm not so far behind as to not be able to catch up. I'll edit today's prompt in together in a few minutes, it's just on a different platform atm ))
7. HEIRLOOM - This one is up to your interpretation entirely. Perhaps your character has some sort of family heirloom, just found out one exists, or is helping someone else find one, the possibilities are endless. Just make sure to use the heirloom in the story!
Family heirlooms were something Krysteena had never focused on. From what she was aware, her family lacked any sort of true heirlooms at all, and she had no children to pass such a sacred thing on to. For her, an heirloom of any kind seemed pointless. It would be something of interest if she did have one, but she didn’t. The mercenary had no plans to make a family for which an heirloom would be of any importance, but.. What would be left when she was gone? It was inevitable that, at some point, her luck streak (for that was what it felt like) would eventually run out, and she would either fall ill, or be struck down by another.
Maybe she should make a family heirloom. It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Perhaps it was a little pointless, and Krysteena didn’t want it to represent her alone. Her family was a makeshift one, like a temporary bandage for a wound that would never heal, but it was a family nonetheless, and her companions were part of it. There should be something left for when she was gone - something to remember her story by.
Krysteena felt around her neck, absentmindedly pawing until she got ahold of a thin piece of twine. She then tugged it up and over her head, and laid it in her palm. She stared at the necklace for a few moments, and then closed her fingers around it.
A single tooth. The tooth of a wolf. It was one that Felrius had lost; knocked out after taking a particularly hard blow to the head by the hammer of a paladin. Krysteena had never intended to cross paths with the Alliance, but she had come across one warrior who had foolishly attempted to slay the lone Blood Elf where she stood. Felrius had moved to defend her, and it had worked. The paladin had been quick to turn tail upon realising that the huntress wasn’t alone, and had been wise enough to leave. However, Felrius hadn’t gone unscatched.
While the loss of a tooth was a minimal one, Krysteena had kept the elongated fang. She’d even cut into it, so that a single symbol was etched into the side. It meant ‘protector’ in her native tongue, and she’d seen it fit to then keep it around her neck from that day on. Felrius was as much her family as anyone else could have been, and she kept it for the times that doubt filled her mind.
Krysteena supposed that that was her heirloom - a single tooth. When she was gone, Felrius was gone, and even Mormont and her other companions had fallen prey to the inevitable end that befell all; she would be remembered. They would all be remembered.
8. SURPRISE - Tell a story where your character is caught by surprise or perhaps surprises someone else, etc. Again, up to your interpretation of the word. Be creative!
Long days and endless nights were marked on a piece of gnarled wood as memory for the time Karo had spent out in the wilds. Even when she returned to the lodge up in Highmountain, she still kept that tally. It was a counter for how long she had been away from home, and how long it would be before she would finally be reunited with her family.
Maelun, a lone human with a serious exterior and an even sterner heart, was steeled against all that could have swayed another. He, too, had been taken by the Worgen curse, and he too had made a recovery. However, while Karo had moved to Highmountain to defend her world, Maelun had stayed to protect the mainland. He was a scholar, a teacher, a father, and a friend in one. He was a general of an entire army, and was known for his cold and strategic nature. Many believed him to be a rude and unpleasant individual. Karo knew better.
Several days into staying at the lodge had proved uneventful, and Karo had figured that getting out and clearing her head was her best way at passing the time. She chose to do so alone, and had found a happiness in the solitude.
The air was crisp and clear, and the ground beneath her paws was chilling to the bone - but in a way that did nothing more than keep her grounded. Around her, the many bears that usually wandered the forests had left for their dens to seek warmth and to prepare for hibernation. Karo was alone, but she was safe. She trusted she could defend herself and, upon such sacred ground, no Horde member would dare spill her blood.
However, the sound of someone following behind her soon became apparent, and Karo felt the fur on the back of her neck bristle. Her ears flattened and, although she tried to not appear outwardly ruffled, it was obvious that she was edging on cautious. She kept walking for a few minutes but, as the footfalls became louder and clearer, her sinking feeling turned into an abyss. Someone was behind her, and Karo told herself that she’d turn around to see who it was, on three..
..two and a half..
..two and a third..
A hand, or rather, a paw, clamped down on her shoulder, and Karo let out a loud cry that sounded as if she’d been thrown a great distance, rather than simply touched. The Worgen whirled herself around, teeth bared and claws out and ready to attack (sacred ground be damned), and she was all but about to throw herself at her supposed assailant.
However, there was no threat. No danger. No Horde member trying to kill her. Just Maelun.
The male Worgen, who easily stood a good feet above her, sniffed down at her sharply. His pale white fur was like the snow he stood on, and a grisly black scar crossed over his left eye. Startling blue eyes, normally cold and unnerving, seemed almost friendly. However, as usual, Maelun had a perpetual scowl on his face, and he appeared less than pleased about the whole situation. In response to his name, he simply nodded, as if it should have been obvious as to who he was.
“I- I didn’t realise it was you. I- I thought you were still over on the mainland, Maelun. What- Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I would have- I-” Karo’s heart was still beating lke a drum within her chest, and her fear was yet to go away. Yet, despite the fear, and despite the adrenaline that was still coursing through her veins, Karo was happy.
Maelun was back. It was certainly a surprise, but she was thankful for it. Normally she didn’t like surprises, but she could stand for this one.
9. PRANK - Your character pulls a prank on someone or is the victim of a prank. How do they react/what do they do?
When Krysteena awoke, she wasn’t expecting anything to be out of the ordinary. She got up, washed herself in the basin, adorned her armour, and headed out of the lodge as she usually did. Her rumbling stomach was generally ignored until she’d warmed up for the morning, and she’d headed out in the quiet to get a head start on it today.
However, something didn’t feel quite right. Something was very much different today, and Krysteena had a gut instinct to go into the stables. Usually this was done after training, but she never pushed gut instinct aside, and was certain that she needed to go check the stables. For what, she didn’t know, but she was sure there would be nothing wrong with it. Checking would only take a few minutes out of her training time, so it wasn’t a big deal.
However, when she went to the stable and peered inside, something was definitely wrong.
The mounts were gone.
All of them. The stable was completely empty.
The wolves, the horses, the raptors and even the flying creatures that some had brought along were all just gone. How bizarre. They were definitely in there the night before, because Krysteena had even seen her Dragonhawk up in the rafters, draped over a beam and seemingly content for the night. So where was he? Where were all of the other creatures?
Something then brushed up against her leg, and Krysteena jumped away with a loud gasp of surprise. A hand went to her heart, and she stared at where she had been just a moment before. Instead of the indent of one body, there was a second imprint beside her. That second imprint looked suspiciously like.. Paws? Why would it look like paws?
“Mages,” came a voice, and Krysteena jumped again. A Pandaren stable hand, who she recognised as the one who specialised in Wolfhawks, was outside with a broom. However, she wasn’t doing any sweeping. Nor did she look quite as perplexed about the whole situation as Krysteena did.
“What do mages have to do with this?” Krysteena asked, voice curt. “Where are the mounts? They were here last night - I even checked.” She folded her arms over her chest. Now her confusion was beginning to settle into frustration, and she wanted to know exactly where her mounts had gone - alongside everyone else’s, of course.
The Pandaren shrugged, and now began to sweep some loose straw back into the stables. “It’s a disappearing spell. The mounts are all still there, huntress. I’m afraid that we can’t see them. At least, not for a few more hours. It’s a popular prank for the mages now. They like to make our companions invisible, if only for a little while. Apparently it’s because a hunter got on the bad side of a mage. I can’t remember the name, but he had red hair. Bright red hair, like yours, but brighter. Very long, he seemed to be quite a-”
“Adox.” It wasn’t a question. Krysteena knew exactly who would do such a trick. When they were younger, Adox would often pull such tricks on her. It used to be with her weapon. The fact that he was now making entire stables of creatures disappear showed just how far he’d come - and just how far he’d be going back once Krysteena got her hands on him.
The Pandaren appeared oblivious to Krysteena’s growing anger. “Why, yes! That’s him! He seemed such a nice chap - not like some of your kind. I do wonder what has gotten him so riled as to take it out on every hunter in the lodge, but it’s no matter. The creatures will be visible soon, I promise, and- hey! Where are you going?”
Krysteena had brushed past the Pandaren with a loud huff and a scowl on her face, and hadn’t spared her so much as a second glance as she stalked back to her bedroom at the lodge, slamming several doors behind her on the way. When she got into her room, she immediately delved under her bed, and yanked out a small box. She undid the latches, and peered inside.
Inside was a single book - dog eared and tattered around the edges. It was a clearly favoured book, and Krysteena knew that this was why all the mounts were missing in the stable. Adox wanted his favourite book back - and his message was clear.
Krysteena received it loud and clear. She was going to need to hide this somewhere else.
10. SECRETS - We all carry them. What is one of your character's secrets?
Krysteena sat alone on the hillside, looking down upon a lush green valley. It was full of life, and she could see the stags and does running across. She could even see the wolves chasing after them, and sometimes she'd seen a fight between the two. It was all in the balance of nature that life and death mingled together in perfect harmony and created a fine line in between that was never to be broken.
Krysteena had broken that line.
Not with any cruel intentions, of course. She'd never meant to do such a horrific thing, but her grief and anguish over losing a companion had affected her thinking - and she'd made a deal that she should never have made. She'd taken what life was, what she'd promised to protect, and had ruined it beyond repair. Hunters were never supposed to do what she had done, and she knew that it was never to be spoken of.
Mormont hadn't always been her only bear. The great black beast has her stalwart shield against those who would wish to harm her, and she knew that his protection was key. She would never let herself lose Mormont, and even the thought of losing him made her heart sink. It was the same for Felrius, and the same for all her companions. It had even been the same for a great red dragon whom she had befriended.
Bjorn was the name of the bear. He'd been pure white, like snow, with bright blue eyes and as much malice in him as a newborn baby. He'd been small, and a lot thinner than Mormont was now. However, Krysteena had grown fond of the bear regardless. Bjorn had been a trusted companion on the front lines.
The great red dragon had been Kadrius. At least, that was what he had told her. He hadn't been young, but he wasn't any sort of elder, and the two had had a companionable agreement between them. They'd even fought the Scourge together up in Northrend, before Krysteena had been injured and deemed unfit to fight on the front lines. Kadrius and Bjorn were almost like family to her.
Then she had lost them. Bjorn had fallen in battle first - a spear had gone straight through him and the bear had fallen to the icy cold ground as a lifeless lump. There had been no time for him to even roar as he'd strode forward, and there was no hope that Krysteena would get to him at all, as the throng of people moved in the opposite direction. In that moment, Krysteena imagined that nothing else could have been any worse, but it did get worse. A lot worse.
Another spear flew up and above the army, way into the clouds. It looked to be a complete miss, but it appeared to be fully intentional. From the skies Kadrius had plummeted; another spear sticking from his chest. His roar had been an agonised screech as he'd fallen into the lake, and there was no time to even cry out as his body disappeared below the surface. The army was completely withdrawing now, and the red dragons that had agreed to fight by their sides were also covering their retreat. The death of one of their own echoed within their hearts, and there was a feeling that the battle had been lost.
Yet, Krysteena hadn't lost them all completely.
She was still sat on the hillside, but it was darker now. The sun had gone away, and more of the wolves were coming. The stags were falling, the does and the fawn followed shortly after. Blood tinted the green grass and the smell of it hung low in the air. Beside Krysteena stood a new companion. Two new companions.
Bjorn, the thin bear from before, was still with her. There was a gaping hole in his chest, and his jaw hung low and disjointed. Blue eyes were now blazing red, and the gentle nature had been replaced with anger and betrayal. His paws were big and heavy, and his breath came up in loud, rugged pants. Bones and muscle stuck out from beneath shaggy, dirty white fur, and there was a scent of decay surrounding him. Bjorn was a monstrosity compared to what he had been in life; something Krysteena hadn't been expecting, but she knew she should have done. The necromancer she'd spoken to was not one to be trusted, and he'd paid for what he'd done in his own forsaken life.
But not before he'd raised another. Kadrius; an embassy of life and all that was pure, had been turned and twisted into a mockery of his former self. The great dragon of crimson scales and noble heart looked nothing like he used to. Instead he was a skeleton, with decaying flesh and old scales clinging to his bones out of sheer spite. Sunken eyes stared out lifelessly, and tattered wings that still managed to get him up the air hung from his sides. Yet, he was still him on the inside, and the agony of what had happened and who he had become was not unknown to him. He was a mockery. Krysteena had never asked for him to be brought back to her, but he was here now.
Then, the wind blew, and that pungent scent of decay came back again as it completely washed over her. Then, it cleared, and the sun came back. The blood and the hunt of the wolves was no longer there and Bjorn and Kadrius had been replaced by Mormont and Felrius. Yet, Krysteena knew they were still there. They always would be, because of the mistake that she'd made.
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