As stated in the summary, this is just a bunch of small ideas that are not tied to each other. Most were done while doing some quests or just chatting with people over WoW.
This particular one is written about my Night Elf Hunter: Anira.
Enjoy!
Sorry if it short!
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Anira stared down at the fields before her. All kinds of scourge wandered through out the land; Ghouls, Geist, Abominations, Necromancers. Her stomach knotted at the sights and the smells! Elune, the area reeked of death. The elf grimaced as she guided her gryphon towards the giant keep in the center of the fields. Orange sickly smoke drifted from the cauldrons and barrels around it. A combination of things she didn't want to know and the source of the smell. The white gryphon landed on a broken roof of the keep and the hunter notched an arrow in her bow.
Her duty today wasn't to kill any of the scourge but better be safe that sorry. The direct request was to scout the Carrion Fields for any civilians that had been left and were still alive. The snow gryphon she rode, along with nine others, were loaned for this exact trip. The rest had headed back except for Anira. She had yet to find a living citizen. She started to think there was no one left but she didn't go back to the keep. She couldn't go back empty handed. She wouldn't. Her hands twitched on her bow string and she lowered the weapon on her lap.
Anira stared up at the black skies over Teldrassil, the stars twinkling in and out through the tree branches above her. Across her lap lounged a silver tabby kitten, which she stroked gently along it's back. It had been a gift from her brother, Aerandir when he returned from one of his trips across the sea. A pair of strong arms folded around her waist from behind and she smiled. Anira let herself relax against the older elf behind her and closed her eyes.
"Aerandir... when do you think I'll be able to go with you?"
Aerandir shifted behind her and pressed his face into the back of her hair. "That eager to get away from here Ani?"
"Of course Aeran! It doesn't take long to explore every crevice of this tree. After about a hundred years it gets boring."
Aerandir laughed. "I guess so. I'll have to speak to father about it. He may not think you are ready enough to go exploring yet."
"Tch. Think so?" Anira sighed thoughtfully and gathered up a handful of her brothers long midnight blue hair that had fallen over his and her's shoulders. She started to braid it slowly.
"It'd be nice to spend some quality time together away from here. Your hunter training has progressed greatly as well. Who knows."
"Heeeeelp! Someone please!"
Anira was startled from her dumb foundedness by the scream. Yanking her bow upright she kneeded the gryphon back into the air. Gliding in a circle they swooped towards the ground towards the voice. Running from a nearby crypt was a human female garbed in a torn black dress. She was carrying a bundle in her arms. The woman saw the elf mounted on the gryphon and started to run towards them.
Anira ordered the gryphon to the ground. Leveling her bow as they drew closer, the hunter aimed it towards a ghoul that was lunging at the woman. Releasing the arrow she heard the thunk as it hit the corpse and held out her hand to the human.
"Friend, I've come to help. Jump on!" The woman didn't take the offered hand but instead shoved the bundle into the hunter's arms. "What are you...?"
"It is late for me. Please, take my child."
"Late? They have medics at the keep..." She was silenced by a shake of the woman's head and her offered hand was pushed away once more.
"I'm going to change soon enough. I've caught the plague. Please take my child back to the keep. Make sure he is taken care of..." The woman looked towards the bundle with a sorrowful smile, her green eyes brimming with tears. She looked hesitant.
Anira felt her heart breaking but knew there was little time to object and had to leave now. Her grip tightened on her bow and she nodded. Smiling softly she took the woman's chin in her hand, "Name?"
"Name... Gabriel Hawthorne. Five months." The woman broke down crying at those words, "I'm Jennifer. Please!" The woman suddenly screamed as the ghoul from before landed on her back. It's jaw closed around her throat.
Anira cried out as her startled mount took to the air causing the mother to fall backwards into the snow. "I am sorry!" She said softly as the scourge collasped onto the woman. She craddled the sleeping boy to her chest as the gryphon flew home and she peered down at the small face. "Gabriel Hawthorne. Poor Child."
