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.
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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?
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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 Winterfangā¦ and I am Stygain.ā
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