Worgen story.

[Azunara]

WARNING! This story DOES contain pieces from the worgen starting zone, including events, quest text, dialogue, etc. If you don't want to know about starting zone, or want to be surprised, stop reading now. If you frankly don't care, or want to read something by Azu, by all means continue.

Kefira’s thoughts were clouded, a mishmash of feelings, emotion, sensory details, and something else….a feral, screaming, panicking creature was thrashing in her mind. A huge wave of pain and nausea swept over her, and she definitely felt a head ache coming on. Her neck and wrists were sore. She lifted her head, and noticed a few things all at once. First, her senses were sharper, much so. She could Blake the Huntsman praising his mastiff, Baron, for catching a squirrel. She could smell meat roasting, though she saw no campfire. Second, she was in the stocks.

Realization hit her, and fast.

The thing that had happened to so many others that she had wrangled up and caught, locked up, the others she had beaten and harmed, the others she had even killed when they threatened her people. The others….the worgen. And now she was one of them.

“TY!” She screamed, desperately, calling for her sister. “Tykell! Help me, Ty! Please! Help me! Light, let me out of here! Help!” She howled, and the guards nearby leaped to attention, holding blades out to her. They couldn’t understand her.

Someone walked up, and Kefira couldn’t see. She didn’t care. “We have to put this one down, Krennan. Protocol states-“ Another voice interrupted him. “Protocol? Was she acting on protocol when she saved us? Double the dose, Krennan.” Kefira looked up, seeing King Greymane, Krennan Aranas, and Lord Godfrey. Kefira snarled angrily, baring her teeth, as Krennan grabbed her muzzle and forced the potion down her throat. He recoiled before Kefira could bite his hand off, and she snarled angrily.

As the liquid went down her throat, Kefira felt the head ache ease, feeling better. She could collect her thoughts, she could focus, she could think practically. She felt the darker presence in her mind back off a bit, relinquishing control. Krennan grinned brightly. “It worked! Kefira, it worked! I knew it would!” He said cheerfully, then released her.

The worgen stepped away from her prison, shaking. She scanned the other feral worgen, the one that would be still need further methods to save them from the death she nearly faced. She couldn’t see her sister, Tykell, anywhere, but that didn’t matter. Her sister could be out there, killing.

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Five Days Later


The sky was tearing itself apart. Gilneans, worgen, Lord Crowley, King Greymane, Prince Greymane, everyone stood at the entrance of their beloved city. Rain fell, heavily pelting the pavement. Thunder screamed and cracked, lightning clawed the sky angrily. Everyone stood at attention.

Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, mounted on skeletal steed, Forsaken guards and banshees beside her, stood only a few yards away. The battle was at a lull. Sylvanas was outnumber, but she was cunning and powerful. The Gilneans, or at least the worgens, raised their muzzles to the sky, howling. The humans raised their swords, ready for the final clash.

Then, with a crack of thunder from the heavens as the signal, the two sides clashed. Like a wave, they struck. Banshees wailed, and human cowered in fear. Kefira raised her rapier, shouting above the combat, “For Gilneas! For Greymane!” Inspired, the citizens fought harder, blades slashing. The battle wasn’t going all for Gilneas, though. Bodies of worgen and humans littered the ground, and the ground was slippery with rain and blood.

Kefira fought harshly, her rapier flicking through Forsaken bodies like a lightning bolt striking trees. Many fell to her blade, the Banshees’ essence dissipating, Forsaken falling one by one, and soon the Gilneans looked like they were winning. Kefira grinned toothily at one Forsaken who charged her, shouting, “For the Dark Lady!” The worgen snarled, leaping forth and stabbing the Forsaken, pulling back and howling.

“Yesss…Give in to the rage. Let me free!” The other voice snarled, and Kefira scowled, distracted. “Shut it.” She hissed, refocusing on the combat. Sylvanas was forced back, her troops dead. “ENOUGH!” The Banshee Queen shrieked, and everyone paused, covering their ears as pain racked them.

“Let us see how you last without your king!” She shouted, and nocked an arrow to her bow, aiming for King Genn Greymane. “NO! FATHER!” Kefira looked up from her dazed state to watch the Prince of Gilneas leap in the arrow’s path, taking it, crashing to the ground. Sylvanas hissed, wheeling away on her steed, saying as she left, “Shame to use a poison arrow on a whelp like you.”

The Gilneans could only stare in horror as their prince died.

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Kefira sighed, looking forlornly back to her city. It had fallen, the citizens forced to evacuate. There was no way they would stick around and face the Blight. Thankfully, the Night Elves had offered them shelter and a place in the world, allowing the lost Worgen to join with the noble Alliance.

But to see her birth home disappear like that, unable to do anything. She had no idea where her sister had gone either, hoping the night elves had helped her, like they had helped Kefira.

A few days later and the survivors of Gilneas arrived at Teldrassil. Kefira got up, stretching, and walked onto the docks, looking around. A wave of loneliness hit her. Her sister should be here. It wasn’t fair. She had helped saved a number of Gilneans, but ended up losing trust, respect, her sister, her prince. She would have to claw her way up to respect, so they wouldn’t fear her. Her thoughts were distracted when she heard a screaming yowl.

Underneath her paw was the tail of a gray tabby. It whipped around, hissing and bristling. Kefira grinned at the cat’s savagery, facing down an opponent much bigger than it. Kefira went down to pet the cat, when it meowed. Kefira was knocked over by another cat, much larger and with snow white fur. It had a lavender mane, and turquoise, dagger like marking on its eyes. It had a set of scales around its wrist, azure blue, bronze, and red, and a black bag and crescent moon necklace around its neck. The cat bared its teeth, close to the worgen’s throat. Kefira kicked the cat off, and it skidded, wheeling around to face her. Kefira bared her teeth in a snarl, and tackled the feline, which yowled.

As Kefira prepared to kill it, heavy wingbeats made her pause. “Kozridormu!” The cat shouted, and Kefira leaped off of it as a bronze drake landed beside the cat. The worgen growled, ears twitching. The gray tabby walked over to the cat, obviously a druid, and sat down, haughtily licking its tail fur.

The druid laughed. “I’m sorry. I thought you were going to hurt Kiren with the noise she was making. My name is Azunara Wildheart, Ambassador of the Felines and Druid of the Claw.” The druid said, grinning widely. Kefira noted that the druid was very young, almost a child.

“My name is Kefira Ebonir, and I was training to be a Druid of the Scythe till we had to flee my home, Gilneas. The Forsaken chased us away from our own homes.” Azunara looked sorrowful, then brightened. “A druid? I can help teach you, if you want.” She grinned widely, tail flicking. Kefira blinked.

“I need to find my sister first.” The worgen said, and Azunara paused. “I’ll help you. And my cousin will, too. Her name is Nalrania Silverhawke, though she prefers Firewing. And Kozri will help, too. We’ll find her!”

Kefira slowly smiled. Since a few weeks ago, waking up in the stocks, her life had been fearful, friendless, and dangerous. But now, she had a friend. “Thank you, Azunara. I appreciate it.” Kefira said solemnly, and Azunara shook her head.

“Call me Azu, and I’m glad to help. I’ve fled from scary people too. I’ll protect you from the Forsaken if you protect me from the gnomes.” Azunara said seriously. Kefira grinned.

“Deal.”

[Saturo]

Why would you need protection from gnomes? We're so cute and harmless?
*Smiles while hiding Frostmourne behind her back*

[Azunara]

Ah, poor Azu had (RP wise) some horrible run ins with gnomes. Long story short, she got inflicted with, essentially, a curse that drove her insane to the point where she went and tried to murder her cousin. Coming out of this curse, she swore revenge...Except, she got in way over her head, was horribly beaten up and nearly killed outside of Stormwind, was kidnapped and hidden in the Badlands (She doesn't like Badlands much either....) and eventually was rescued. So, that essentially sums up why Azunara is bonkers.

Fantastic to RP with. Insane kitty ftw!

[Saturo]

I can see how that would be fun RP. Just like condescending occasionally cute occasionally evil genius gnome lock.

[Azunara]

Heck, anything evil/insane/murderous/traitorous kind of people are fun to play! And cops. *nods*