Here goes, the 2nd chapter edited. If you find anything that should be changed, reviews are valued.
Two days after my transformation they asked me to retrieve a package for them. It wasn't far from camp, and as far as everyone was concerned our danger had passed with the Rage Suppression potions that the alchemists were creating. Though I didn't much find the name clever I didn't care since it was the only thing keeping me sane for the moment.
Walking to the east or west, never being good with direction myself, I eventually found the package. That is, with a dead body next to it, "What the hell…" I murmured under my breath, examining the body. I found gashes in his back and some tearing his leg.
Grabbing the package next to him I tried to run back to camp, but as soon as I picked it up I felt something slam into me, knocking me forwards and to the ground. Launching myself back to my feet with a pushup I looked around, seeing a bony body, like it was dead, but not exactly. It spoke a sort of gibberish to me before lunging, trying to pierce my heart with one of his blades. I rolled to the right, pouncing on him and mauling his skull with my claw, breaking his neck.
Walking away I heard movement behind me, ignoring it out of fear I tried to run back. A hand shot out and grabbed my right arm, flinging me around to face its owner. Raising my other arm I tried to hit it but stopped myself when I saw it was the worgen that was cured after me.
He squeezed my forearm before saying, "You've got quite an arm there," I watched his face turn into a smirk before I snarled at him, withdrawing my arm from his grasp. "What are you doing stalking me?" I asked commandingly, listening to him chuckle afterwards.
"I'm not stalking you… I guess, I've just been told to find you and tell you to get back to camp immediately," he looked at me awkwardly for a moment before adding, "And I was stalking you, but hey…" I ignored the rest of what he said, completely blocking him out while picking up the package and heading back to camp, him following close behind still jabbering on nervously with his meaningless excuse.
When we got back to the camp I saw that there were a few strange purple skinned people running about. They had long ears and were even tall enough to surpass my new height, bodies obviously that have been worked daily through vigorous exorcises.
"Ah, you must be Kara," one of the older males walked up to me with what I guessed was probably his daughter, "Yes, and who are you? Better question being what are you?" the man looked at me confused before figuring I've never seen one of his kind before due to my age.
"I, my dear, am a night elf druid, and by your eyes I am guessing you are a worgen druid?" he asked after answering my question. This time was my turn to be confused, because he sighed explaining that my amber colored eyes must have meant I was a talented druid.
"I don't even know what a druid is…" I said pausing for his name which he answered with, "My name is a rather useless fact in this time, just call me Arch Druid Snow," looking at my annoyed face he added to just call him Snow.
"Okay, Snow… I don't even know what a druid is, so I am not one," He dismissed his daughter (which I found rather strange that he had to.) before explaining what it was and what they did.
"I can teach you how to be one, if you'd like. I see you're very powerful already though. So I don't see what good I can do." Snow didn't seem very sure of himself as a druid trainer, but I accepted anyway and began training.
Mainly he had me doing breathing exorcises and movements for certain spells, it all seemed basic to me, like a second nature.
When the training was finished I knew a few spells and how to transform into a saber tooth tiger, which was the most ironic thing ever to me at first due to the fact I was part worg or dog.
"I'm still surprised I can turn into a cat even though I'm part worg," I said, the night elf just laughed dryly as we noticed everyone about to leave. "Well, I guess we should get going Kara," he sighed as he got up. I nodded getting up as well, thanking him for the training and heading for the Inn to see if I can find out where we were going.
"Where is everyone going?" I asked the innkeeper as soon as I was inside the small building which seemed to have its residents packing up as well. He looked up answering, "Sorry, even with all the gossip in here I don't know. Only things I've heard were that we are just going to need some protection with the caravan," I didn't get anything else from him after that.
Exiting the building I looked around to see a man organizing the caravan, he looked stressed and about to break so I thought I'd ask him if I could help.
"Um, excuse me?" he looked at me annoyed for a second before seeing that I was a worgen, "Oh, Kara, how can I help you?" he tensed up when he asked this hoping it wasn't a big request.
"I actually was wondering if you still needed protection for the caravan," the man looked relieved before saying, "No, no, we'll be fine. Thank you for your kind offer but I don't think we'll need any protection this trip. Why don't you do some tasks from the task master over there and I'll see you at Stormglen. There, I have no doubt we'll need someone then..." he cut himself off when he saw my annoyance with him, looking around frantically he spied another worgen preparing to set out.
"Why don't you go join up with him? He could probably use some help," he obviously wanted the worgen doing something more 'important' for now than escorting the Night elf and living Gilneans. "Fine," I answered turning away and running off toward the worgen he pointed me to.
When the worgen saw me running to him, he tensed up. "Please tell me you're not planning on going with me because..." I cut him off right there, snarling at him, "Okay, I'm getting really sick of people telling me to do something else! So what's your reason, and if it's just because you don't want me with you I swear I'm going to rip your face off!" The worgen looked at me surprised by my outburst; obviously no one ever talked to him like that.
"Very well, are you a rogue?" he asked, praying to god that I wasn't.
"Well no... But why do I have to be a rogue?" I asked, holding back my anger but clenching my right hand into a fist. The worgen smirked, "Well then, you can't come with me, my mission is of stealth and ranged accuracy..." I cut him off there by sending a wrath bolt at a leaf in the air, burning it, and then transforming into my other form.
He didn't look happy at this, but he sighed, "Come on..."
