WoW BFA: Of Paws and Hooves! (closed)

[ShuhaloTemptress]

***Stop right there!*** If you play World of Warcraft and are planning to play the current expansion "Battle for Azeroth" and/or have been avoiding all spoilers, I'm sorry... I've warned. This contains some information from the Pre-Patch event for 8.0 currently in-game! My partner and I will be updating this as we go on through the story as he has chosen to side with the Blue this expansion. I, however, have chosen to see both sides while staying true to the Red. Anyway - please enjoy our adventure.

Character Profile: Serralynne Blackhoof - age 29 - Tauren huntress corrupt with the void, loyal soldier to the Horde.

Backstory:
Serralynne Blackhoof, born to Elias and U'nai Blackhoof of Bloodhoof Village in the heart of Mulgore, was an adventurous child. However, all adventures must have disasters and anguish. She lost her parents in the war. Even though she was told not to try as it would bring about more sorrow than it was worth, Serra beckoned to the void she had heard the Grimtotems whispering to. Young as she was, the Void was forgiving and allowed her to know knowledge that was beyond her young mind. It enveloped her, encased her being and filled her with the power that no mere mortal should have - let alone a Tauren that had once worshiped the Earthmother. She was cast out of Bloodhoof Village after causing torment to some in dreams with her abilities. Upon her world quest to find out who she could be, Serralynne decided to use her Void-esque abilities to help others rather than hurt them. This hurts the void causing it to hurt her, but she perseveres. Through every struggle, she makes it. As an emissary for the Horde under Sylvanas' leadership, she does as she is commanded, even though it aches her young heart. The void tears at her spirit but her strong attitude as a Tauren female helps her to keep her head up high and fight on.

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Current Time:

"Burn it,", the Warchief commanded, her back turned to them.

The soldiers and commanders turned their eyes from the nearly dead night elven Captain Delaryn Summermoon whom the Dark Lady had been talking to in near silence to their leader, Sylvanas Windrunner. Heroes looking to one another; Nathanos and Saurfang exchanged glances as she looked over her shoulder, a burning rage - a primed fury boiling to the edge as the Banshee Queen erupted in a scream at the Horde Forces.

"BURN IT!" she yelled at them.

Within moments, the goblins, taurens and orcs alike began to turn the siege catapults towards the World Tree. The sights being set at the mighty trunk that had withheld many wars, many millennia - that was home to so many. Teldrassil. The ammunition lit and loaded, soon was launched towards its target.

"You heard her... burn it. Nock an arrow and let it fly, my pet!!" the void within began to seethe at the hatred that was being roared on these beaches of Darkshore. I had managed to quell the void for many years but it was times like these that it seemed to blossom; seemed to rise to the occasion and beckon to be allowed to join in the fight.

"But I refuse," I replied to the corruption within.

I could feel the laughter and the torment, the chiding deep within my core as I tilted my head, my hand being wrapped by a void tendril as my beloved Shadowrunner, Kagekira, snorted in slight disgust. Upon taming, he had been besieged by the void that lies within me, to obey. But alas, the void was cast from his form - thus he is named "He Who Kills Shadows". I'm certain he would want to destroy me, but he follows. "Loyal horse..."

The laughter continued, "You cannot deny what your Warchief commands, or you will die by her bow. She will kill you... you know this. And you are destined for so much more than this pitiful bloodied beach!"

Reluctantly I pulled back the arrow, dipping the tip into the Azerite fueled fires before another catapult launched... I let loose the arrow, the void surging as it stung the air with its deathly flames.

I had done my deed and I turned to my commanding officer, a Tauren Shaman. "I'm returning to base. Call for me if there's need for anything else..." He nodded and I turned, mounting my hippogryph and heading out. Ashes falling from the sky, screams cast on the winds.

 

[Dire_Moonfang]

Character info - Alexander Ravenstroke, age 32, Gilnean refugee living as a Merchant in Darnassus high up in the branches of the World Tree, Teldrassil.

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Backstory-

"Why is the ground shaking?! It isn't supposed to be doing this, right, Alex?"
He held onto his wife tightly as they cowered against the wall in Greymane Manor. Alexander was a 3rd generation Gilnean Inscriptionist who had made various ceremony scrolls and had gone to deliver with his wife one to the Manor of the King of Gilneas on that fateful day that the kingdom fell. The day that the world fell from beneath them. The day that the howls were cast into the air as the 'cursed' dug their claws deep into the fearful. Death was around every corner and for those that lived, banishment; despair; tears; torment. But upon the freedom from the terror in the streets in the once safe kingdom of Gilneas and now cursed as a Worgen as many others had become, Alex settled in the homeland of the Night Elven people that had welcomed so many of them. There he stayed...until...the fires began.

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Current Day-

"Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Shoemaker!" I shouted out the door of the shop to the gnome that had traveled so far to just have a marriage ceremony scroll made in the Inscription shop that my beloved, Varra and I had made for ourselves after we had lost everything in Gilneas. But we hadn't lost ourselves. This place had something about it. It caused peace to be within everyone. A certain tranquility.

Warriors, druids of the claw and various members of the Alliance would come and go, but there wasn't any war here. No anger, no destruction, nothing that could ruin the life I had made for me and my sweet Varra.

"I'm going to head to the Confectionery and bring back something for after dinner, my love. I'm sure you could use something considering it is soon to be your birthday," Varra said glancing into my eyes. I smiled at the gleam in her amber orbs as I craned my neck to kiss her. Even though we were in our Worgen forms, I was still slightly taller than her, but not by much. Some considered it a curse - I considered it a new way in life and destiny had it in the cards for us. So - who was I to question destiny or fate anyway?

I pulled her close to me, allowing her to feel the bulge hidden behind my tight leather pants before letting her go. "Don't be long. I want to take you home soon and get my birthday gift early."

Varra crooned, laughing heartily as she turned to walk away. "You are such a naughty hound!"

I leaned in the doorway, watching her walk off as I turned my snout up. Something was different in the air. Not the meats from the butcher, not the stables... Smoke? I looked to the horizon, a bright orange tinge in the air as my ears twitched at the sound of an arrow whizzing by...

I'll never forget her scream as the arrow pierced her heart.

"VARRA!!!"

I bound to her side, two strides was all it took, but it felt like a million to reach her as her body was already limp and blood draining from where the arrow pierced through her body and into the ground beneath - a seemingly purple energy filling the grass around the entry point and fire still scorching the redwood that its made from.

I heard other screams around, various night elves and gnomes, Worgen howling as the fires began to rage and the trees burn. The natural city where we had settled, gone... It was Gilneas all over again. I looked to my love, her body bleeding in my paws as I hefted her over my shoulder and ran to the alcove in the Temple of the Moon. King Greymane was there, carrying his wife towards a portal that glistened with the bright blue buildings of Stormwind.

"All through to Stormwind! May your goddess watch over you, priestess," he said as he passed through.

I turned to check who he had spoken to only to be forced through by a few others. The smell of smoke and death in the air, matted to my fur as I arrived on the other side.

"I will get her," Genn Greymane growled. "I will destroy her and rip her limb from limb!"

I laid by beloved Varra's corpse on the ground as I walked up to the former King of Gilneas. I had never fought a day in my life but this... this did it for me. "Count me in."

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

My normally brown short fur was now an ashen gray from the air that had fallen down the winds towards Zoram'gar Outpost. I had left my pet and mount in the care of the goblins and orcs at the stables, only to take a walk down the beach. My hooves sank into the sand as I walked along. Always at the ready as I looked to the sky. The flames extended to the heavens and outward. I'm sure they could see them in Winterspring and would probably be causing the snow to glisten a red hue. I sighed as I felt a sudden twinge as I felt pain for the world, the people that lived there and then the void erupted from within me as it took shape.

"What do you want from me this time?" I questioned it, the shadowy form standing before me as the waves lapped at the sandy edge. I glanced back at it, arms crossed against my ample bosom as I expected to see a corrupted visage of either my mother, my father or some other Tauren-esque person... but my eyes drifted down to the ground to only see a shadow crab clattering across the boulder probably washed up on the shore by the moon and tides eons ago.

I tilted my head slightly, watching the creature. My eyes flitted to keep in time with the taps of the claws of the rather large crab. It tapped the boulder, over and over until fish erupted from the soft sands at the edge. It jumped at the first motion and devoured them whole, clamping its huge claws around the ones it could capture. Bubbles forming at the edge of its mouth and then popping as they popped in the air.

I smirked at the softness and the eeriness of the creature set before me by the void. It had always been with me since I was young and now, it had sent me a creature to help fight. One born of the old gods essence.

"Kugeki," I spoke, to which the crab tapped the boulder once. I began to walk back to camp and the creature followed. I never really tamed beasts to follow me, even though I'm a hunter. The void -- it makes them obey. But this one... is a gift. It's to help me understand I suppose that I must continue to fight for something even if I don't believe in it.

I returned to camp to be thrust a missive by a rough old Orc. "The Warchief has called for action and every able bodied fighter is to go to the Undercity. Disgusting place, but... if she wishes it, you must go..."

I sighed, accepted and waved over an Undead mage to conjure a portal.

"May the Dark Lady watch over you," she said with a weak smile as I handed her gold for her services, if the half gone jaw of the Forsaken woman could be considered a smile.

"The void watches us all," I said as I stepped through, the stench of the abominations and Forsaken a welcome change from the burning World Tree.

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

OOC: My partner has let me know that he would rather have me write the full story at my own pace so it doesn't fall too far behind.

-Alexander's Side-

"Ah, so you wish to stain your claws with the blood of the Forsaken and the Horde?" the 7th Legion Recruiter said thrusting an orders paper and freshly dipped quill into Alexander's hands. He smirked up at the Worgen who had just lost everything that had meant the world to him in the blink of an eye and extended his hand in a waving motion. "Even if you haven't swung an ax or drawn a sword before today, you will get used to it. Or you'll die for it."

If the recruiter's speech to Alexander was supposed to be one to make him become unsteady or fearful, it wasn't. The Worgen harrumphed as he wrote his name down and signed away his life to the Alliance. He had never dreamed he would join the military, but... this was it. He had to do something. Not to exact revenge as Lord Greymane vies for every waking moment. No. He wishes to find the hunter, the ranger, whoever loosed the flaming arrow into his beloved's heart and make just them pay.

When he was done signing the official document, he pushed it back into the recruiter's hands who promptly stood and saluted him and those near him who had just signed up as well. Many gnomes, night elves, worgens alike - who had just lost their homes and now were signing away their lives for a cause that shouldn't have even happened to begin with. "For King Wrynn! Glory to the Alliance!"

Alexander waved his hand in the direction of the recruiter as he brushed it off, many others were cheering and being rushed off to the barracks to get ready for the battle that was to come. But this old wolf... Nah, he just wanted to saunter down to the local bar and hassle the barkeep for a while. Alas, he didn't.

Even as the sun set over the Veiled Sea and the sky grew dark, Alexander was now walking the steps between the keep and the magic quarter. This was the graveyard - well, where the graveyard had overflowed to. And now, the freshly dug grave of his wife was here. He had been told to mark the stone and they would place an official one soon. But soon could not come soon enough.

He knelt down on the dirt, a soft rain falling and wetting his fur and clothes. Alexander was not a man to cry, but this... Not having his beloved Varra any longer - was tearing him apart.

"Whatever am I going to do?" he whispered placing a heavy hand on the temporary stone.

"What we all must do and withstand the loss. To live for them," came a voice, soft and yet, masculine, behind him.

Alexander jumped quickly ready to pounce but quickly bowed. "Your majesty! My apologies. I've... I've been on edge as of late."

The fair haired king walked closer to the disheartened Worgen, extending a hand to place on his shoulder - the light channeling through him and bringing much calm to the saddened man-wolf. "It is quite alright. We... all lose those we appreciate. Those we... love. In the end, we must make decisions to carry on and do what is right."

Alexander nodded his head. "Yes, my King. I understand. I... better get to the barracks. The siege is tomorrow."

"Indeed. May the Light bless us all during that time."

The Worgen bowed once again and turned to leave, turning back for a moment to see King Anduin Wrynn walking towards the empty crypt of the late King Varian Wrynn, kneeling next to it and hands clasping together. Alexander knew and felt sorrow for the young king... but he also felt hope...

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

-Serralynne's Side-

The night air in Tirasfal Glades had always been one that kept Serralynne within her own mindset. Peace settled into her bones as she slept atop the ramparts of Lordaeron. There had been scouting reports earlier the evening before that the Alliance were already starting to make their move. It had only been a few days since the burning of the World Tree and now... every able-bodied member of the Alliance military was going to be knocking on the Undercity's door.

"I desire to be sated by the blood of your enemies..." a dark sinister voice beckoned to her from the depths of her sleep addled mind. "You know that you want it too. You know your heart beckons to kill more. To feed the void. To give into it. Do it... Do it. Even if they are of your own kind. You remember the desire, don't you? To loose arrows into each of their hearts. To destroy the ones that turned you away..."

Serralynne tossed about and sat up, sweat beading up on her short fur as her nostrils flared. Her ears flat as she looked around her. No one had seemed to notice her distress, much to her gratefulness.

Standing up, she notices the gift the void had bestowed upon her had seeped out to her fingertips and tendrils were now flailing about. "Great," she sighed as she inhaled deeply, trying to gain control once again. She hadn't had this much distress with the void since... She shook her head as she didn't want to think too much about that night. Soon after a simple self-meditation, the void within was once again under her control.

Stomping her hooves to stretch her muscles, Serralynne yawned, her ample bosom pushing against her chainmail as she looked out over the horizon. The sun was beginning to tinge the edge of the world with the bright hues and the fog was beginning to clear around the ruins of the keep. She had always found tranquility among the Forsaken, for some damned reason. She never could figure it out herself. This land even with the death hounds and spiderlings crawling about, it was a great place.

The battle standards were already cast high and placed along the walls of the keep. The battlements of the Alliance could be seen on the horizon. They had cut a swath of destruction to get here.

"And they call the goblins destruction-hogs," Serralynne said under her breath as she reached down to grab her trusty bow, the void crab appearing nearby, seemingly manifesting out of nothingness.The bubbles were popping and frothing from its mouth at an alarming rate. The creature's eye stalks twitching around frantically as the battle horns were sounded.

"To battle, Tauren woman!!" a male Orc shouted running past, ax in hand as Serralynne looked to the sky, the sun casting shadows from behind the Alliance battlements.

"To battle, indeed..."

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

-Alexander's Side-

The dew on the grass was a nice change as Alexander marched with the rest of the war band. He looked behind him for a moment, noticing where he had just walked was now a trampled mess. He sighed and turned his snarling snout forward. No need for pleasantries this day. There were going to be casualties, he knew this. He could feel it. He couldn't let one of them be him - not until his personal mission was complete at least.

In front of the war band, Lord Greymane walked fast and hard, his white fur glistening in the mid-morning sun. His appearance was a stout and tense one, but nevertheless, he was ready to give the military a much needed speech to raise morale.

"Today - we as the Alliance march on the Warchief's barbaric Sanctum and retake it as our own! We will cleanse it of her toxic filth. We will torch the Forsaken and rid the Horde from these lands! We will reclaim Lordaeron under our flags as we tear down theirs!"

Cheers rose up among the ranks. Many soldiers clanged together their various weapons. Alexander looked among the crowd around him. Draenei, Gnomes, Dwarves, Humans, Worgen... Everyone was ready to march. But now he felt doubt. He shook his head. He couldn't.

King Anduin strode by on his white steed, Reverence. The golden armor shone - a true beacon of hope for them all. Everyone went silent as they awaited his command. The Horde was already making their march outside of the Ruins of Lordaeron. Everyone was getting antsy and Alexander swallowed hard as he looked to the young king along with everyone else.

"Together! As One! For the Alliance!"

And the arrows began to fly...

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

-Serralynne's Side-

"Even death may die," the void beckoned to Serralynne as the young Tauren watched the Alliance march forward, standing alongside the Forsaken who had bone bows drawn and poisoned arrows nocked. She rolled her shoulders as various Orcs, Trolls & Taurens took their place nearby. Axes and blades shining bright and craving the blood of humans, she was certain.

There wasn't just warriors. Shaman and priests were ready to cast elementals and heal as needed. Blood elves were off on the back lines -- mages of the arcane, warlocks who control demons. They were ready. But what the void said still echoed within her heart. What did it mean? She looked up to the ramparts, catching a glimpse of Lady Windrunner. The Warchief glancing down at the battlefield.

"Calculating, perhaps," Serralynne thought to herself.

The horns sounded once more and they began to march forward. It was a tactical effort to march towards them, to intimidate. The Orcs were getting restless. They wanted blood.

"The void sucks at your soul. It is content to feast slowly," the laughter from within made her cringe as Serralynne pulled back her arrow and shot first. But with that - everything started.

Arrows flew and swords began to clash into one another. Flesh colliding with machines. Her beast was now clasping the head off a fallen Draenei as the Huntress settled into her natural environment. With each arrow she loosed, she dropped another Alliance soldier into the dirt, blood oozing upon the earth. An expert marksman and a fearsome foe, the normally blue eyes of the once sweet and innocent Tauren of her childhood were now red with frenzy as she killed each one. A smile on her face, a wide grin that only got wider as time went on.

"Yes, this is what you must do. More... MORE!"

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

-Alexander's Side-

Alexander brought down the sword he had been given in a great heft between the shoulder and neck of a Troll warrior. Blood erupted from the gash left behind as the Worgen used the shield and pushed the now perished Horde soldier back with a grunt. He heaved as he looked at the bloodied sword and stained shield that bore the Alliance crest. He raised his eyes to glance at the battlefield around him. He had already cut down 10? 20? 30? He had lost count. Blood matted the fur that wasn't covered by armor and there were splatters on the armor as well.

His ears flickered as he heard the sound of arrows whizzing by and the screams of his allies falling near him. Alexander looked around frantically. It was as if he was the only one left standing in the company nearby. He looked forward towards the Ruins and felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He wasn't one for fear but... what he saw before him was one to cause fear in any man. Or wolf.

A shroud of void-esque colors moving like a breeze. Arrows shooting past him. He looked to his left and right. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he watched the arrows fly by and penetrate the hardened armor of each member of the Alliance. He shook his head as dropped the shield and ran to the woods. He dropped on all fours and broke into a run. He didn't care if he was considered a deserter. That thing... that was terrifying. He didn't even take notice of the type of arrows being let loose towards him.

Sounds of screams coming from behind as he heard death only rising and a green hue being cast behind him as he kept running.

Lord Greymane saw him running and raised his hand, sending two soldiers after him. "No deserters today, bring him back and we'll whip him into shape..."

"Aye sir!"

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

-Serralynne's Side-

With each arrow she let go, Serralynne was only getting stronger. The void within was feeding on the death around her. She had unleashed the power within. Her beast was seemingly growing in size as it chopped a gnome in half. It had no qualms and only followed the commands of its new master. And the Tauren Huntress was now almost lost. But something brought her back to reality. It was the call to arms back at the gate after the destruction of one of the most important war machines.

"Use the Blight! Now!!" came the command from Sylvanas Windrunner.

Serralynne gasped as she looked to the ramparts and noticed the Forsaken were loading oozing containers of the improved blight formula into catapults. She couldn't be caught up in this. She looked around and noticed all the soldiers weren't hearing this. Had the void allowed her to hear the order? To escape?

The world around her seemed to become silent as she turned to Kugeki, who's mouth was foaming with bubbles and peering up at her.

"There is a little lamb lost in dark woods," she heard through the crab beast's silent staring. She knew it was the void but she shook her head as she looked in the direction of where a Worgen was running from the battlefield with two human soldiers in chase.

She glanced behind her and the the canisters were already being thrown behind her. "Kugeki! Come!" she yelled as she pulled out a stone from her side satchel and a kodo erupted in a cloud of dust. The Huntress jumped on and pounded the earth towards the forest. Bow drawn, she shot down the soldiers and dismissed the mount and her crab. She kept the bow drawn and looked around as she heard bombs explode and the walls of the Keep fall behind her.

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

-Alexander's Side-

The armor was causing him to become strained and stressed, but Alexander kept running. He knew they were sending soldiers after him. He would have to turn himself in eventually but for now... he collapsed against a tree. He heard the screeches of wild bats and the snarls of blight hounds nearby. He was panting as he leaned back against the tree, removing the chestguard and finally breathing a sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes. He imagined his beautiful Varra and the way she used to smile. The way her hair draped across her breasts. The way her laugh could be heard across the village at Teldrassil and the way it was always infectious. His heart then sank as he remembered the scent of burning leaves. He could almost feel the embers erupt within him. Sadness was replaced by anger. He had joined up to exact revenge for her against the one who had sent the arrow into her heart. But here he was. A pitiful excuse for a soldier.

That's just it. He wasn't a soldier. He was an inscriptionist. Alexander looked at his hands. Hands that had turned 'paws' with 'claws' that could rip a man's throat out because of the curse of flesh that had been cast upon the once great Kingdom of Gilneas. He had been an inscriptionist's son and grandson. Their hands had never once touched iron, or touched blade - maybe a designer's knife for exquisite designs, but that's about it. He looked to the sword to his side that had some foreign soldier's blood on it and shook his head.

*crack*

His ears flickered as his eyes darted to his right. He reached for the sword and held it up.

"Who goes there?" he questioned out into the darkness. He could only see the hue of the void nearing him. His eyes widening but now his eyes narrowed as he recognized the arrow being pointed at him. "You! You killed my wife!!"

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

-Serralynne's Side-

Bow drawn as she carefully avoided the beasts that lurked in the forests of Tirasfal Glades, Serralynne was on the hunt for whatever the Void wanted her to look for. It wouldn't have pointed her in this direction if it didn't have full control of her destiny. She glanced around each tree much to her dismay. She followed the heavy tracks towards the Worgen that had deserted.

She had also deserted but she was certain they would understand her intentions, wouldn't they? Oh gods. She was thinking the Horde would understand her ideals of leaving to save her own hide instead of dying with honor. What a mockery she would be and she would be killed if she returned. But maybe they didn't notice her leaving in the midst of the battle, especially with the blight being thrown on the ground and soldiers dying left and right.

The Tauren female stopped suddenly when she heard what sounded like metal being dropped to the ground. She scanned the area around her, looking for anything out of place. That's when she noticed him. The Worgen leaned up against the tree. She placed her hand on her wristband, activating her cloaking ability and becoming camouflaged. He wouldn't know what hit him, she thought. She walked closer.

*snap*

She looked down and noticed a twig had broken underfoot and she quickly glanced back up. He hadn't noticed her yet. He had picked up his sword, but the Worgen wasn't aware of what stood before him. His chest was without protective armor. Now was the time. She would put one into his heart and----

"You!"

Serralynne paused, stunned like a deer being stalked by its predator. The camouflage had dissipated and now she could be clearly seen by the man-wolf before her.

The void channeled through her arrow that was pointed at him.

"You killed my wife!"

She held steady. He had to have gone mad with exhaustion. "You are clearly mistaken," she explained. She looked at his expression, it was one of anger as his jowl opened, a snarl appearing.

"She got hurt! She got killed! My Varra! My beloved! And you were the one that sent the flaming arrow into her heart! You stole my love away from me..." Alexander growled, fire raging from within him.

Serralynne listened to the words the Worgen spoke. The flaming arrow she sent at Teldrassil? It couldn't be possible. Or could it. This damned void, she thought as she focused on him to reply. "Calm down and no one gets hurt..."

As soon as she said that, he was leaping up at her and had her pinned to the ground, her bow cast from her hand and she was on her back. He had her pinned in such a way that the void went into a defensive state and began to erupt from her.


"I told you to stay calm..." Serralynne explained, her eyes darting open as they glowed red and void tendrils erupted from her being, pushing the Worgen up and away. The Huntress scrambled for her bow and drew an arrow, firing and grazing Alexander in the shoulder.

The man-wolf howled with rage as he pounced her once again, claws ready to tear into her throat, only to be knocked unconscious by a swift hoof attack from Kagekira.

"Thank you," Serralynne sighed as she stood up, petting the shadowrunner's mane. She looked at the unconscious Worgen on the ground and drew back an arrow. She aimed at his head, she was ready to let it fly but something stopped her.

"Go on. Kill him. He was going to kill you. Do it."

She put the arrow back in her quiver and hefted the Worgen up onto Kagekira's back. "Come along, Kagekira..." The shadowrunner snorted with disgust but obeyed as Serralynne used a Hearthstone to return to her home on the outskirts of Mulgore in the mountains.

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OOC: From here on out - it won't be Serralynne's Side or Alexander's Side, unless they are separate from one another. Since they are together now, it will be longer posts and will have them conversing with one another.

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

Void enveloping the soldiers that had been downed by a mysterious archer as their bodies were brought back to Genn Graymane.

"Who did this?" the old wolf howled in anger.

An SI:7 agent bowed and looked to him, "We're unsure, but the wood of the arrows are expertly made. We've got people tracking but there was no hint as to where the Worgen went or who could have shot these men."

Genn nodded his understanding. "Fine."

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Alexander was tossing and turning. His head was all in dismay. His heart was lost and broken. His mind was elsewhere as he dreamed about his beloved Varra. His voice all in whispers as he talked out loud while he slept. "Varra. I can't get to you. Varra. No, don't leave me. No. Don't go..." The wolf-man was panting and reaching out with his claws, a snarl appearing on his face as he slowly shifted to his human form.

He sat up in a rush, chest heaving as he looked about. What was the dream about? He didn't even remember now. He was covered from the waist down by only a blanket. His armor had been removed and underclothes were hanging near a fire that was in the hearth. He heard the gentle rustling outside as he heard hooves stamping into the earth. No weapons were near that he could grab to defend himself.

He looked to the animal skin that covered the entrance and watched a shadow appear in the doorway. He stood up, covering himself. Why was he in his human form? What the hell had happened? This hadn't happened in so long - not since... He shook his head. Now he remembered what had happened.

He watched as his Tauren captor walked in and sat down a large cauldron near the hot fire. He kept silent as he watched until he watched her turn around. Still dizzy, he sat back down on the bedding on the ground.

"Why'd you bring me here?" he asked.

Serralynne was shocked he was awake but settled down in the large oaken chair near the fire, her tail flickering about and ears laying low as she began to pull some meat from a rabbit's haunch she had just killed and toss into the pot. She sighed as she looked to the Worgen who had shifted during his rest. She had removed his armor to make sure he wasn't harmed anywhere else and left him here while she went to hunt.

"Because it wasn't safe for either of us, unless you'd like to be a blighted undead right about now under the Warchief's command." Serralynne was blunt and straight to the point with the answer for him. She knew that he wouldn't be one that would want a pussy-footed response. She didn't care too much for those either. "Sorry about the bump on the head. Kagekira gets... a bit too protective," she said as she pulled the legs away from tendons on the rabbit and wrapped twine around them, hanging them above the hearth to dry.

Alexander moved his hand up to his head and felt the knot just under his hairline. Another few inches and he wouldn't have woken up. Such precision. This huntress trained her beasts well, he thought. "I would have rather died in battle than to be captured by a Horde mongrel such as you. Especially the one that shot the arrow that stole everything away from me. My Home. My Love." He was still too weak to be too angry at her, so a talk would have to suffice.

Serralynne looked to him. She pulled a few root vegetables around as she stood up, tossing them whole into the pot as she poured fresh water in from a heavy skin, hanging it over the fire. "You were running like a lamb about to be led to slaughter, not a hero ready for honor." She paused before turning and sprinkling spices into the cauldron. "You have a lot of hatred for me. I'm... certain it's because of the World Tree. I... didn't like having to participate in that than a lot of people did. It... wasn't right. But orders are ord---"

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!"

Serralynne turned an ear to the man that was on the bedding near her but continued what she was doing.

"Don't tell me that you were simply following orders. I've seen the evil that flows through you; that flows through your weapon of choice. There's something more behind this whole gods-forsaken war, isn't there?! What is it? Maybe we can stop it before more innocent lives are lost, like my...my Varra," Alexander relaxed and leaned back against the side of the wall of the hut.

There was a soft rain that began to fall outside. The sound of silence growing between them as the rain began to pelt the tanned hides of beasts slain and tied together to keep the rain out and the warmth in. The distance between the two of them was slowly closing as Serralynne turned around, arms crossed against her bosom.

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[ShuhaloTemptress]

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Serralynne looked at him and shook her head as she eyed him. Her nostrils flaring as her ears were flickering. Her tail swishing back and forth as she kept the anger down. If she got angrier by his words, the void would rise up again. Perhaps she should let it explain. She had a terrible way of explaining things and deep down, maybe the void could explain since it really was everywhere.

"You really have no idea how deep it goes or what powers I truly possess and try to keep hidden out of fear that it goes out of control, wolf," she sighed.

"Then tell me! Explain to me. I've really got nowhere to go. I'm in your strange land and I might as well be considered a prisoner of war," Alexander pleaded. He lowered his head, his facial expression softening. "Please... I need peace."

"You heard him."

A void tendril erupted from her shoulder and wriggled around as it moved to in front of the Worgen's face.

"You are an ignorant one. You thought you could join your nation to fight without cause. I've been fighting since the dawn of time on this pitiful planet that is dying. The spirit of this world is in pain and yet, your nations are willing to cast their own blood upon its sands and farm the lifeblood of the titan to sate their greed."

The tendril moved around, flittering as Serralynne continued standing there, her eyes glowing red as the void channeled through her. Alexander noticed the effect it had on her. Was she truly its host? He could smell the essence coming from her as he watched the tendril move around more and then focus again on him. Even if he wasn't in his Worgen form, his sense of smell was extremely heightened and he could notice things.

"But you don't care for the greed of the armies, do you? Like a lamb to the slaughter, you were cast to the fields to be impaled upon blades and to bleed for nothing. And you were ready to - even if it meant you wouldn't find the one who had killed your 'beloved' as you so called her."

Alexander's anger was beginning to roil but perhaps that was the point behind this thing talking to him. To get him to rise in anger so it could control him too. He was unsure. "Don't talk about Varra like you knew anything about her..."

The tendril stopped in front of him. Serralynne began to move closer. Her body at its control as she bent down in front of him. Alexander panicked for a moment and moved backwards, not realizing he was getting uncovered. She opened her mouth but her words were not her own as the void spoke through her.

"Oh? I know all things. I know more than you ever could. I know more past this Tauren female's body. And right now, since you have uncovered yourself, I know that this female is just that - a female with needs. Now, do I let her go back to herself? Or do I use her and allow the lust that is rising between you two to grow?"

The tendril moved lower as Serralynne's controlled eyes glanced down. Alexander hadn't noticed with his heart rate rising and Serralynne's ample cleavage showing before him that he had gotten hard. His cock standing at full staff, the tip glistening with precum as he looked down and then back to the Tauren huntress.

"I... No. I don't know," Alexander gulped hard as he felt a sudden need rise within him to push the Tauren back and to mount her. His cock throbbing. His primal need rising as he felt his Worgen form starting to shift again, but he held it back. At least he had control of that. "Just what are you?" he asked, out of breath and his cock twitching from the coolness that emanated from the tendril that was flitting around his hardened prick.

"I think you know," the void said before the tendril moved to release the armored mail top of the Tauren, her heavy breasts falling perfectly. Nipples perking slightly as the void kept its control upon her.

"Why are you doing this?" Serralynne began to fight back mentally as she realized what was going on from within her mind's eye.

"You dare question me - the one that has done nothing but shelter you for years when others have blocked you out and tried to eradicate you?" the void responded as it caused another tendril to erupt from her form, moving it to her hand - guiding her hand so she could touch the man-wolf's manhood.

Alexander grew stiff for a moment then relaxed when her hand touched his bulging manhood. His cock grew harder, if that was even possible. He could feel something transpiring between them as his chest heaved. Precum covering Serralynne's hand as she began to stroke him, keeping him slick. His balls grew heavy as he felt the pleasure rise within him.

He reached up and pulled her head down with force, pushing her mouth over his cock. "Suck it you Horde cunt. Make it wet..." he kept his hands on her head, his hands shifting to claws as he felt himself shifting back to his Worgen form. Throwing his head back, he let out a moan as he felt her rough tongue brush the underside of his cock. He could feel the heat. He could smell her arousal even though she was still under the void's control. "Such a bad Horde cocksucker," he groaned as he grabbed hold of her horns, pushing her down further until she was near gagging on his 10 inch thick prick. Her mouth drooling around his hard cock, making it glisten each time he brought her head up for air and then forced her back down.

 

[ShuhaloTemptress]

Saliva and pure intoxicating arousal drooled onto the ground beneath them as Serralynne was forced to take this man-wolf's meat with each lack of breath. She was under the void's control and yet, she could feel herself slipping from its grasp and into her own handle on reality. Her body on fire as her nipples swelled with anticipation of being pulled and played with. The tendrils from the old god sensed her longing and began to flick them, sending moans from the young bipedal bovine huntress' throat through the thick veiny shaft of the now fully transformed Worgen male.

Alexander managed to force himself up on his hind legs. His chest heaving with each breath as he thrust his hips against his captor's face. His claws holding firmly onto her horns, balls tightening as his mouth opened wide, breath caught in his throat as the Worgen began to pant with ecstasy.

"Yes, you fucking bitch! Take my seed! Take it!"

He continued to pump. The tendril that had been teasing Serralynne's swollen and tender nether region now penetrated her, forcing itself into her as if to cause her insides to feel pleasure as well.

*schlick, schlick, schlick* The sound reverberated off of the inside of the tent and seemed to echo in the canyon outside. Serralynne was now lost completely to the pleasure that was causing her loins to become like the fires of Mount Hyjal. The void released its hold on her to allow her to experience the full occurrence with her captive. Her large breasts flouncing around as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her being, her cunt spurting forth the essence of her desires.

Alexander threw back his head once more as he thrust again, the moans from her orgasm sending shivers through his member and sending him over the edge.

*one! two! three!* That's all it took. The Worgen let loose a mighty howl signalling his climax as his balls tightened and began to drain into Serralynne's throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she soon became overwhelmed by how much he was releasing into her. He thrust once more as he felt the surge subside.

He staggered backwards, staring at the Tauren reduced to a puddle of her own nectar. His jowl reared back in a snarl. His chest still heaving from the event. His mind racing at what had just occurred. What had he just done? What had happened? Alexander's cock dangled between his legs, twitching, as he contemplated killing this void-loving Horde whore. He would be a war hero. No, he would still be seen as the one that abandoned the battlefield. What could he do?

At that moment, a bright violet colored cloud appeared before him, whispering into his mind. His eyes glazed over as he listened.

"You will follow this woman to the ends of this world. She is your mission. And you are hers. You two are bigger than the war. As I mentioned before: I know all things."

The cloud dispersed and Alexander fell back onto the bedding, weary from his climax. He didn't even notice Serralynne being placed next to him by the void tendrils, both passed out from the excitement of it all.