Gregory's POV
I stopped dead at the muddy path. Human, I can smell their taint. Guess it is another hunting party. I jumped quietly into the nearby bushes, concealing any body parts that will reveal my location. More footsteps approach to the woods. With my supernatural hearing ability I can eavesdrop that they have just raided a feral worgen camp, killing all inhabitants inside. Anger rose and struggled to break free from my chest, but I felt conflict between killing and protecting "own kind". I'm not exactly a feral; I have a sentient mind and magical powers, rare for an abandoned worgen. When the hunting party walked past my location, their dogs started barking. Shit! I forgot about the dogs! The Gilneans drew their rifles and moved to search for the source, making flopping sound when they stepped on wet grass. I have to do something; they would definitely shoot me for who I am. A burning sensation boils violently in my mind, forcing me to make the easier choice. I closed my eyes, this have to be done!
I opened my paws, revealing the fire I have been storing and threw straight to the nearest hunter, incinerating his clothes. He screamed like a helpless child and ran straight to his group, but ended up passing the flames to his companions. The flame continued to burn across the garden, torching every life in it. I stood up and grinned at my work, it is beautiful, just lacking … something. I tried to resist the feral side of me taking over but it eventually took control. "He". No, I started channeling the fire energy directly from Hades; the power overwhelms my fingers and danced around my claws. I raised my paws, and the flames erupted to the flaming ring, intensifying the destruction. "He" saw his work and grinned devilish again, but soon furrowed his brow, searching for something even more horrific to do. He channeled another bolt of fire energy, gathering the power and casted upon the last poor soldier, he and his other colleagues burned away into nothing.
I recalled my wild fires back into the void and shook my head. The new found powers don't resemble any of the magic in my druid spell book, maybe it is the response of nature in the corruption of the world.
The moist wind gently touched my fur, washing away the dirt and blood smeared across the surface. I ran towards the main road, the lanterns were lit and I saw the corpses of the Black Kites Mercenaries on the muddy ground. Claw marks and bite prints indicated an assault by the feral worgens. I spat at the criminals, they are bands of soldiers dedicated in killing all worgens in Azeroth, even sentient beings like the Gilnean Adventurers I saw during the escape. I have to get out of this place, not only to save myself from the mercenaries, but also to know more about my destructive powers! I howled to the sky and got down in all fours, a recently discovered ability that enables me to dash great distance without fatigue. I sprinted down the main roads to the Gilnean Wall, my last hope of leaving the wretched land.
After a long and exhausting run, the Gilnean Wall appears from the thick fog that surrounds the Northern State, and it totally disappointed me. The giant gate that sealed the nation from outer interactions is forever destroyed, the fortifications scattering around the ground along with valiant defenders of Gilneas and the mysterious invaders. These invaders doesn't resemble any of the enemies I have seen; their bodies and limbs are partially corroded and smell like rotting corpses, but I can still smell the bloodlust in the area, indicating a recent battle. So Black Kite summons corpses to fight the worgens? But I do not recall any memories of Necromancers in the ranks of their armies. I turned the warrior over to check the tabard; the emblem has a half-covered face with equipments of a ranger. Not Black Kite? Then who are these invaders?
I suddenly hear battle cries behind me. Turning around I saw animated corpses moving in groups, shouting in a strange language, I'm certain they are not greeting me in a well-mannered way. I summoned the magical fire into my hands. This is going to be a long day…