Aleira ran as fast as her legs would take her. She could hear the leaves and twigs crunching behind her. She looked around to try and find an escape from her captors though she knew that she would find none. She heard the partners shout to one another then everything went quiet.
She slowed to a stop and listened.
All that she could hear was the sound of her panting and the birds in the distance. She looked around to get a bearing as to where she was. There was a dried out creek to her left with the fish bones still in the ground. To her right. it wasn't any better. There were rotten trees and animal carcasses everywhere.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could do this. She was a hunter for heaven's sake. She knew how to survive in the wild, she was trained to.
All she needed was her bow and her beloved cat, Lyna.
Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of her beloved cat. Those horrid orcs killed her right in front of her and she could do nothing. She tried to get her to run, but her being the loyal beast she was stayed by her mistress' side till she was slain.
Why did the people she cared about have to be killed? First it was her tribe and her love, then it was her cat, the only thing left of home she had.
What kind of hunter was she? She couldn't protect her own pet. She was a disgrace.
The tears that she was trying so hard to hold in now streamed down her face. A wolf howled in the distance. An orc's wolf. Her eyes snapped open and looked for cover.
A few feet ahead of her was a tree that was hollowed. She ran to it and slithered into the trunk. She piled some dust and dirt at the entrance of it to hopefully hide her scent and cover her.
Rapid foot falls approached her hiding spot till they slowed to a stop.
"Little elfling! I know that you are here! Come out and we just might spare your worthless life," Aleira could hear the taunts in his voice as she covered her mouth to hide her breathing.
Aleira peeked out from a hole in the side of the log. She spotted a slim female blood elf and a large male troll. The blood elf looked to be a priest and the troll looked to be a druid.
What she saw after that made her gasp and turn away, fresh tears in her eyes.
The troll was dragging the lifeless body of Lyna behind him. Her poor cat that she raised from a cub was now treated like it was a simple pile of dirt that didn't deserve respect.
Rage filled Aleira and her lithe frame started to tremble in rage. She quickly casted shadow meld and left her shelter inside of the log. She crept behind the troll and hit a nerve in his neck, causing him to fall unconscious. The blood elf spun on her heel and casted a spell on Aleira.
Pain filled her body as she left the shadows and glared at the blood elf. She felt a growl building in her chest as she leapt at the elf.
The priest had casted another spell that knocked Aleira back. She let out a small grunt and stood up from the spot where she landed and tried to not show her pain.
"Why are you doing this? Why did you wipe out my tribe? We have done nothing," Aleira hissed though her teeth as she glared at the elf before her.
"Because you have something we want," the blood elf sneered, then Aleira's vision went black.