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| - Her eyes covered the scene. Before her fire elementals crawled on blackened earth, the sulfur smell of lava only outdone by the wet wood smell of the forest around. Ungoro had been her home for days now. Small trinkets gathered from the elementals adorned her belt, causing multicolored glitters now and again. "One more down, one more to go" she growls, running quickly after a moving flame. The elemental falls to ash quickly as she calls forth a cold blast, following swiftly with her mace. "One more down, one more to go" she whispers, looking behind her she spots a walking flower covered with thorns. A brief smile crosses her face as she scampers after it, not caring where she places her feet. Her hands already calling flame when the sound behind her breaks through. The flower and its poi
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| - Her eyes covered the scene. Before her fire elementals crawled on blackened earth, the sulfur smell of lava only outdone by the wet wood smell of the forest around. Ungoro had been her home for days now. Small trinkets gathered from the elementals adorned her belt, causing multicolored glitters now and again. "One more down, one more to go" she growls, running quickly after a moving flame. The elemental falls to ash quickly as she calls forth a cold blast, following swiftly with her mace. "One more down, one more to go" she whispers, looking behind her she spots a walking flower covered with thorns. A brief smile crosses her face as she scampers after it, not caring where she places her feet. Her hands already calling flame when the sound behind her breaks through. The flower and its poison tendrils are quickly forgotten in the rush to get away from the feet and claws that slam down around her. A small moment of grace and she is free, paws hitting burnt dirt as she runs as fast as she can. The moist air hits her like a fist as she leaves the flame owned area, crossing the stream quickly and climbing twords Marshall's Refuge. She shifts as she enters the small area, not talking to a soul. Her feet taking her to the trader and then to the gryphon's. Flight It is like home, like freedom, somehow when traveling from place to place there is no worry about now or then or even why. "The new you is amusing, predictable but amusing." says a hissing undead voice Wyst shakes her hair free into the wind as she and the manticore fly over the edge of the crater. Before her is Sithilis, seething with desires and death. "You remind me of one I knew, forgive me" a soft tone from a orc states "I am not SHE!" she screams into the wind, even as her heart replies. Lies Below her scorpids circle for the kill on some poor soul. At this distance it is impossible to tell who it is, friend or foe. For a moment her heart skips, then the scene and it's finale are beyond her. She lands in Feralas, hair tousled and free. Her eyes are just a bit wild and she shifts then runs before a thought occurs. Run if you will, I will chase you A growl escapes startling a few birds, her paws reach water. Across the way she sees an island with signs of Elven building. She shifts and screams at the sky. "NO!" She looks at the water gently lapping at the shore, her face relaxes. Her hands rest at her sides, and life seems to slip from her. A stone looking at water is all she is. Hide in yourself and we will meet sooner Her hair stirs, though no emotion comes to her face. Her eyes glazed , sightless. The sky above her turns with turmoil as if what should be reflected in her face instead is reflected in the sky above. "I will bury them all. Every single one of them." the voice sounding flat as the sky continues to boil. Then as if two people are speaking.. There is no redemption in death. There is no redemption in life.
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