Frenzy
Isolde ran as quickly as her aching legs would carry her, her body bruised and battered, her skin cut and burning in places. The woods, normally a comfort to her, were now a burden, seemingly preventing her from escaping her adversary, his dagger held above his head, his eyes crazed as he persued her, murder in his eyes.
She panted as she ran, ducking beneath long boughs and through lush forrestry, trying anything to get further away from him.
He'd arrived out of nowhere, his hulking Orc form bulkier than most, but he moved with the speed of a lithe panther, taking her by surprise when he intially tackled her to the ground, pulling out a jagged dagger and pressing it to her throat. He spoke, his hot breath on her face, in orcish, and she struggled to remain calm, to think of anything that she could do to defend herself. His body weight crushed her, and she felt herself slowly losing conciousness as her breath left her.
Hazily, she reached up to move his hand, her grip weak, and felt the Orc fly off of her body, the breath suddenly slamming into her body, making her dizzy as she tried to catch her breath. A leather clad hand was held in front of her face, and she took it, allowing the person to help her up. She shook her head, brushing off her gown, and looked at her savior. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of another night elf, his eyes soft and his face young. He wore a hood that shaded his face from the streaming light within the trees, and his garb was dark, easily hiding him amongst the foliage.
A rogue. Isolde thought to herself, looking him over.
"Thank you." She said, rubbing her arm carefully. "I would have defended myself but..."
"It's alright." He said, smiling gently at her. "I've seen you at the temples. You are a priestess. Not much one for fighting I'm sure." He tossed a casual glance at the unconcious orc.
"He should not have messed with you at all." He said frowning. "Attacking a priestess, it's sickening. Likely he didn't know though." He turned back to Isolde, his face impassive.
"You should be safe to travel to the nearest city." He said. "I could accompany you if you prefer. I'm not doing anything particularly important anyway." Isolde pondered it for a moment, and then, looking down and observing how she looked, she decided it would likely be in her best interest.
"I would definitely enjoy the company." She aquiesced, sending a small smile his way. He grinned back, and she found that she quite liked it. He seemed very amicable.
"Very well." He said, holding out an arm. "Shall we?"
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Just a short snippet. Isolde is a Night Elf Priest, and Shiloh is a Night Elf Rogue. Enjoy!