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Strawberry Waffles
I am Vindliah Winterfang
Vira stood rigid, expression blank as she twirled a few strawberry-blonde strands of hair around and around her fingers. The soft hum of a song, familiar to a music box found only two seasons passed, emitted from pressed lips and meditative breaths. Her unconscious human body lay out before her in a slumber so deep she were almost jealous of how peaceful the Gilnean looked. The spinning interrupted only when the hair became caught, it was wrapped tightly enough around her finger to slow down its circulation. Still Vira continued to stare, thoughts not at all on the present. ā She had been on her way from the manor in Stranglethorn back toward Stormwind when she had happened across a battle taking place along the border of Duskwood and Westfall. She knew she shouldnāt stray too close to those lands that were under siege but curiosity had gotten the better of her, as it often did. Vira didnāt know how long she was caught in combat, but she did know by the end she had several of the surviving combatants around her looking to her with wary eyes while they tended to wounded and dead. Her brows pinched in confusion only to see a strand of white hair fall into her face and feel the nerves on the end of one of her elven ears burn with pain. They did not attack her, two even gave a nod of appreciation, the rest remained either uneasy or ready to turn their blades on her. She had joined the fight as a human and ended it as an elf. Now was the time to leave, slipping into the shadows and retreating into the forest. The smell of burnt hair and fel fill the air around Vira, it permeated off of her armor like the stench of being freshly sprayed by a skunk. She wished she could say the scent made her gag, but a part of her found it almost alluring. Every nerve in her body vibrated with the anticipation of power that the fel might give her if she took in just a little bit, just a sip of that magic. She refused, suppressing her elven instincts and continued to make her way deeper into Duskwood. Yanking her glove off she stared at the ruby ring upon her finger; the gem was lit up like fire and yet no matter how many times she activated the magic within it nothing happened. Her body remained elven, her white curls that framed the right side of her face burnt short; a small price to pay for avoiding her flesh itself being scorched though the tip of her ear would likely need tending. Why wasnāt it working? Why couldnāt she look human? ā She had made it through the cities by wearing her wolf hood as she often did, no one questioned the look. Upon arriving to Darnassus her ring was working again, though she couldnāt figure out why until only minutes ago, switching the device on and off again. It had over charged. The trans-morph device was fueled by magic, it would take in fel or arcane, those who had created it had tweaked it to take in the residual magic in the air so that it was constantly being fed a steady stream to keep it stable.. Fel though.. the invasions.. it was too much. Overbearing even that even as a Sinādorei she found the magic to damn near cause her blood to sing yet simultaneously wish to flee all at once. āIf even a simple ring can be over powered.. if in this body I am drawn by the allure.. how could I resist while in you?ā Her words were quiet, solemn as she stared at the human body. āHow can I fight a demonic army while fighting the demon within at the same time? Iāll get someone killedā¦ā With a heavy sigh her eyes closed, the woman was reasoning with herself out loud at this point, trying to stem the uncertainty of the decision she was working herself up to. Slowly the hair unlaced itself from her finger, the blue tip of the digit slowly regaining its color as she drew away from the bedside. āIāve waited damn near two years to be you again.. And here I am turning you away.ā Hollow laughter echoed the otherwise silent room. āI canāt risk their lives though, nor can I waste mine after fighting for so long to be afloat. I would rather resist temptation in this foreign body where I know I can defy my instincts, than risk giving into the Legion while in you and betraying everything Iāve worked so hard for.ā It was odd.. saying goodbye to her own self. She felt oddly numb doing it, but resolve slowly blanketed her concerns and an inner turmoil that had echoed through her heart for years suddenly ceased to exist. Maybe one day she would return to her birth-right, but now wasnāt the time. She wasnāt that person anymore.. but she was also tired of hiding who she had become. With a deep breath she slowly slid the ring from her finger and placed it on the bed side table, tall ears pinned back and green eyes burning with passion. If she was going to fight in this war, the ring was going to eventually break. Over and over she had been told her Stygian family would understand.. it was time to test those words and pray by the Light they still accepted her. āMy name is Vindliah Brookes Winterfang⦠and I am Stygain.ā
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Restless Curiosity
Bright, direct sunlight bathed Vira as she sprawl in the heated sand that stretched over the beach of the Ruby Isles. She had spent the greater part of an hour finding the perfect spot away from buildings and any obvious predator hunting grounds on one of the smaller out skirting isles. The slow, rolling sound of ocean waves and calling seagulls lulled her to sleep, her consciousness slipping to and fro much like the water itself. Every so often she would turn her body, clad in only a chest bandage, her shirt folded under her head, and loose fitting shorts that she had tucked under the hemming of her loincloth to allow as much exposure to the sun as possible.
āAmadelle Whisperwillow.ā The named was spoken harshly in Viraās ear forcing the relaxing, now startled woman, to sit bolt upright. Long digits immediately curled around the black dagger that lay tucked under her bare thigh and spun the weapon instinctually to a grip that allowed her to defend herself. Snowy white curls fell over her shoulders and tall elven ears pinned back as the rogue narrowed her gaze to the beach and jungle around her. Not a single soul was spotted, at least none but the hermit crab that now attempted to conquer the climb that was her ankle.
āBollox..ā Flopping back in the sand, Vira left the little critter to his epic task, her forearm lifting to place over tired eyes as she went back to resting. She had likely dozed off, Vira figured, sleep came easier to her since her change but the nightmares that accompanied it were far more frequent than those she had in a previous life. Mostly they were stressful, not necessarily terrifying; the kind of dreams that left you more tired than when you first lay down and wondering if you had gotten any actual rest at all.
āSo much for napping,ā the thought echoed in her mind.
Memories flood her mental space; various events from days past. Trying to hang a strand of Draenic lights up in her claimed room within Misoās manor; she couldnāt figure out if the purple-pink glow clashed too harshly with the theme of her borrowed abode. Vira wondered if she should even decorate the room at all, too many what-ifs on her future made her question if personalizing anything in her life was worth it. Those sort of dreary thoughts werenāt what she wanted to dwell on. Pushing past them and tucking them away for a more pensive day, the elven woman opted to focus on more uplifting musings; such as Miso and Sigridās upcoming wedding.
Were they going to make her, Rena, and Moz wear matching dresses? What if the dresses were hideous? No, both women had more fashion sense than that. Would there be a theme? Perhaps a beach wedding? Or something more akin to Sigridās tastes⦠what sort of taste did Sigrid even have? Who was Moz anyway? Vira had seen her a few times in passing but never did they actually exchange any words with meaning other than casual greetings. The fluffy-haired Vira let out a hum of thought. Her curiosity was building with every passing moment and it caused the rogue to sit up in a restless fashion. She would allow herself a break from her daily search to quell some of the questions that were now pestering her mind.
Peering down to the ruby trinket that rest on her right handās ring finger she spun the ring around the dimly lit gem, all elven features vanished in response to the magically engineered trigger and Vira looked like Tanari native once more. Her no-longer glowing eyes moved toward the hermit crab who had opted to remain atop her leg. āHrm.. Wonder if Siggy would notice a crab in their bed.ā Plucking the tiny critter up she rose to her own feet, crab in tow on her palm, and headed back toward the Countessā manor.
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Sheās real. Oh, Light, sheās here, sheās real. All this time I thought I was just losing my mind. Shit, Iām sorry, I couldnāt hear-
I donāt know how to fix this yet, but at least now I have somewhere to start. Hang on, Amadelle. Itās gonna be okay.
[Quietly.] Light forgive us.
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ViranindeĀ for Akulaz by Crookfish
Sheās trying her best not to smile in the midst of shiny, shiny lights and snowfall.
The Baggie
The drumming of Viraās metal-clad fingers echoed through the belly of Alphaeus and Alecās cabin, her body leaning heavily on the door frame as she peered inside. The door had been locked but that hadnāt taken her long to pick, in fact she felt compelled to buy him better locks. Though, from what she heard about the coupleās history with doors, perhaps that would be a waste of money. Pushing off of the wall she made her way into the room and lowered herself to her belly when she reached the bedside. Slipping her hand under the bed she smoothed her hand over the floorboards, pushing any clothing that had been stuffed under it out of the way. When her fingers caught on a nail she paused, grabbing hold and counting as she twisted it four times. A click could be heard and she pulled the nail upward causing the wood to lift and then swivel to the side. Blindly her hand sought to grab the velvety pouch that lay within; her fingers had bumped a few other items until finally they closed around the object she sought. Setting it outside of the trap compartment Vira closed and locked the hidden door and snatched the bag from beneath the bed. Getting to her feet she bounced the bag in her hand a few times, scanning the room and using her feet to shift any clothing she had touched back to where she recalled it had been left. Once outside and the door locked again she rest her back against it, glowing green eyes searching the rafters above her head before calling out a name. āSonzip?ā It didnāt take long for the imp to materialize on the boards above, grey-white eyes blinking owlishly at her. The bag was tossed upward and the little demonās claws quickly snatched out to catch it, hugging the velvet close to his chest. āYa know what ta do wiā it?ā He nodded, an impish grunt escaping him before his body and package within his arms vanished in a spark of fel magic. Viraās expression remained passive even after he was gone, footfalls carrying her toward the exit of the shipās belly. āGood boy.ā