I was bitten by a writing bug earlier today and started to jot down a quick scene of my hunter alt, Ferith. She's a blood elf I started on Shadow Council. It's nothing spectacular, but it was satisfying to write something so I thought I'd share. I might continue it if I get the urge.
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Ferith paused at the crest of a small hill, her instincts suddenly wary. Farstrider Retreat, her destination, was visible just ahead in the distance, across the river. Though all seemed well in the woods of Eversong, the young blood elf couldn't shake the warning she felt. Something was not right.
A large red lynx stood alertly at her side with shoulders hunched defensively. He could sense the unease of his mistress. "Easy, Drystan." she murmured with a reassuring hand on the cat's neck. She lowered herself into a crouching position beside him. The pale branches of a nearby tree creaked slowly in the sighing breeze, depositing leaves of russet and gold upon the ground. Ferith kept her breathing slow and measured as her ears strained for something out of the ordinary. She heard the gentle trickle of water, the soft rustle of grass in the wind. A frown began to materialize on her face. Where are the sounds of birds chirping? Critters scurrying through the foliage, frogs croaking?
She unconsciously reached for her bow, senses heightened and pulse quickening. A low rumble came from the throat of her companion; she shushed him with a gesture. Lieutenant Dawnrunner was awaiting her arrival, but she knew better than to ignore intuition. All she knew was that something was wrong, and she intended to find out what that was.
She stayed kneeling for a few moments before rising and cautiously making her way to the riverbank. It was narrow there, hardly more than a stream really. With a practiced gaze she judged the distance and launched herself to the other side, bracing the landing with two hands splayed on the grassy bank. Drystan let out an irritated growl, pacing at the opposite bank before jumping after her. He disliked the water, but Ferith didn't want to waste time by traveling up the road to the bridge.
Sunlight cast dappled shadows through the trees as she moved beneath them, stopping every so often to inspect the ground for clues. She found sections of crushed grass where footfalls may have landed, though who they belonged to was another matter. She remained watchful as she followed the faint trail, her lynx stalking close by. An object caught her eye suddenly, and she moved hastily to pick it up.
Dread rose within her.
A primitive rope necklace hung from her now shaking fingers, adorned with beads and fangs. She paled and her eyes widened. "Amani..." she breathed, reaching behind her shoulder for an arrow.
She never had the chance to grab one. A strong grip suddenly caught her arm, clenching down with painful strength. She inhaled a gasp and tried to turn, but a hand came around to cover her mouth. The thick calloused fingers pressed over her lips, muffling her attempted cries. A rank stench filled her nostrils. From behind she could hear the enraged roars of her lynx and the sounds of a scuffle. Pain blossomed in her skull as something struck her head, and her vision went black.
But dangit, I feel the need....the need to write....Must...resist...urge...Curse you Veph! *runs off to write...?*
