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Azeroth 20 Years Later (Completed RP)
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Post by
Dralas
Character: Areon Bavon
Location: Ashenvale
Areon woke up, yawning slightly and turning to see Valamra resting against him. He didn't know why, but he decided to put his other arm around Valamra, wanting to comfort her.
"Well... that could have gone better..,"
Areon thought, wishing he hadn't become tired.
Post by
Morec0
Ivan
Ashenvale
Ivan began to stand again. It was these moments - when he wasn't fully awake - the Bloodhowl tried the most often to take over. Ivan surpressed that part fo his personalilty, though, and stood.
Is anyone else still around
?
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Post by
Morec0
Ivan
Ashenvale
Ivan reached into his pack, taking out what food he had. Despite it all being based on mental and will power, his struggling against Bloodhowl's personality physically eghausted him as well. He'd need to keep his strength up if he wanted to keep the beast under control.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Ugly
Location: Ashenvale
The half-orc continued to sleep, drifting deeper into his slumber as the day set on. His night elven side made him awkwardly nocturnal on occasion, and today he needed to sleep. Gradually he started to dream.
Post by
Morec0
Ivan
Ashenvale
Ivan stood and walked into the forest.
Now, if you promise to moderate your actions, Bloodhowl, I'll give you a little time out in the world
.
Bloodhowl growled in hate.
Fine
.
Ivan let the worgen take control, and the beast lept off into the forest.
Post by
Adamsm
Garos Windwalker
Ashenvale
Garos had watched the Worgen lope away from the camp, then turned his attention to the fire in the middle, rebuilding it and pulling some dried meat out of his pouches. He quickly cooked it and fed it to his raptor, who growled happily and ate it all neatly.
Hm, who knows how long it will take the others to wake up completely.
He thought, and stood and moved to the edge of the camp, pulling his mace free off his back and put his hand on the ground, creating an axe of hardened Earth, and started practicing with them.
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl
Ashenvale
Bloodhowl ripped the deer apart. Tearing it apart limb from limb and organizing them alaphbetically. The blood. The gore. Was...
exhilatraiting
.
Bloodhowl tore his teeth in the flesh, biting out huge, meaty, bloody chunks and swallowing them whole.
Ivan retreated further into their mind, not wanting to watch.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Sylos/Natasha
Sylos walked back into camp having never ran into sarah and sat down by the fire. Natahsa showed up later and sat down next to him.
"She didn't want to kill you just talk." She finnaly said
"Last time she said that I wound up in a tree. What she say to you?" He said
"Just stuff. She thinks me seeing the world would be a good thing. When do we leave?" She replied.
"Not till the other's wake up." He said
Post by
Morec0
Bloodhowl
Ashenvale
Bloodhowl walked back into the camp. His instincts urged him to do one thing, and he wished he could. But Ivan's grip on his mind kept him from going after any of the females.
Bloodhowl growled in hate as Ivan took back control.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Sylos/Natasha
Ashenvale
"What is he?" Sylos asked looking at the worgen
"A Worgen couldn't you tell there pretty common since the wall fell." Natasha replied
"I've been in outland for the past 20 years ok. Give me a break." He said
"There ok. Though some are a little off." She said
Post by
Morec0
Ivan
Ashenvale
Ivan sat, his back against a tree. Bloodhowl was still trying to push his way out of the metal barriers that Ivan had set in place, but the human wouldn't let him.
This is inhumane
! Bloodhowl barked.
You're not humane
, Ivan coldly replied.
And yet I'm a part of you
, Bloodhowl laughed.
And I always will be. You can't change that
.
We'll see
, was all Ivan said.
Post by
Dralas
Character: Areon Bavon
Location: Ashenvale
"Morning back to you," Areon replied, staring at the top of the tent.
"So... what's on your mind?" he asked.
Post by
Adamsm
Garos Windwalker
Ashenvale
Garos sighed, hearing noise from around the tents and stood up from his meditation and moved through the camp, calling fresh water to the surface and re-lighting the fire.
Boy these people are lazy.
He thought with a smile, his raptor following him around as he moved through the camp.
Post by
Skreeran
Character: Ugly
Location: ?
The half-orc found himself in Ogrimmar. He wasn't sure how he got there.
"Umm... Hi, can you tell me what happened? I must have been out cold and I don't know how I got here..." he asked a nearby orc female.
"You were found in Ashenvale Forest by a shaman, she brought you here..." the orc answered indignantly, obviously quite disgusted.
"Uh... Thanks..." he nodded.
"What is it?" a voice behind him whispered. He spun around, but found nothing.
"I don't know..." a second voice whispered. "But it sure is ugly."
The half-orc winced in shame at that word. He wasn't insulted, as he knew it was true, but he was ashamed.
"Look how weak it is..." the first voice continued. "It can hardly stand on it's own."
"Why don't you come out and say that to my face!" he called out angrily, his eyes darting about, trying to spot the speaker.
A young orc stepped from the shadows.
"What'd you say, ugly?" the orc chuckled.
"I'm not weak..." the half-orc growled. "I'm strong."
"No..." the young orc chuckled. "You are weak. Weak like a newborn kitten."
The half-kaldorei's face contorted with hate and he threw a punch, but barely even succeeded in causing the young orcling to flinch.
"See?"
The half-orc froze in shock. He looked at his hand. It was small and frail like a child's.
The adolecent orc laughed again and pushed the half-orc down.
"You must be stupid too. You don't even know how weak and ugly you are..." he sneered.
Tears welled up at the corner of the half-elf's eyes, but he wiped them away.
"Are you going to cry?" the young orc laughed. "Orcs don't cry, ugly. But you're not an orc, are you?" he grinned. "Lemme give you something real to cry about..." he nodded and hurled a punch.
The half-orc fell to the ground and huddled in a ball, trying to shield himself from the blows. There were many young orcs now, male and female, all raining blows down upon his body.
He looked up to see the orphan matron standing by the orphanage. He cried out for help, tears running down his eyes, but she continued to stand,
watching
as he was beaten.
He didn't know what happened next. He found himself laying in the hot Durotar sun, battered and bruised, unable to even stand up. He had been laying there for hours, he surmised, and decided that he must have blacked out.
All of a sudden, he was in the cool shade of Ashenvale forest. His body was healed and he found himself taller and stronger.
He wandered through the forest--razed to the ground in many places, but still much cooler than Durotar--feeling small and out of place. But he hoped that perhaps this was his place after all. Perhaps his mother's race would accept him.
He continued wandering until he heard the voices. Tiny, thin voices speaking in a tongue he couldn't understand. But the language was beautiful, natural.
He followed the voices to a clearing, circled in by bushes. He peered within to see three female elves whispering with eachother. He had never seen creatures as beautiful as they. Their long ears, almost like his, and their slight bodies, which reminded him of his own, lovely, perfectly proportioned faces that were . . . twisted in hatred.
He looked again, to find that all three elves were staring at him, a mixutre of shock, revulsion and primal hatred in their eyes.
He turned and ran, flinching as he felt an arrow pierce his back.
Suddenly the entire forest was alive and alert, bristling with activity and whispers in that beautiful tongue. Dozens of arrows fell from the heavens as rain, but somehow he survived.
He finally collapsed from exhaustion on the edge of a pool, breathing easier as he heard the whispers fade. That was not his place either, then.
He heard a splash and looked out on the pool, spying two trolls making merry in the water. They looked at him and he looked at them, before the trolls finally turned back to eachother and continued their games.
The half-orc knew who they were and he knew that they knew who he was. They knew him, but they did not love him. He was simply incompatible. He was from a different world, and just as orcs and night elves were incapable of love towards eachother, so was he incompatible with everyone else.
The trolls left the pond and vanished into the forest, and he was alone again. Truly, truly alone. He shivered slightly in the cold, and curled into a ball.
And while he slept, the half-orc began to cry.
Post by
R1TeR
Wrex/Arm
Ashenvale
"Uh.......................that was one wild night" Wrex thought smiling looking over at Praey who was naked still passed out as he covered her with the blanket
"Seems like fighting is not the only thing im good at" Wrex said laughing as he threw on his leather pants then all his armor and slinging his axe over his shoulder walking out of the shelter planning on doing some practice before Preay wakes up.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Sylos/Natasha
Ashenvale
"There kinda cute when there small and not trying to eat you." Natasha said watching the baby raptor.
"Go say hi." He said then laid back and started to stair at the sky again.
"I think I will." She said then walked over the orc and young raptor.
Post by
Adamsm
Garos Windwalker
Ashenvale
Garos heard footsteps and turned, seeing a female Night Elf approach. "Greetings, may the Light of Elune shine on you always." Garos said, bowing, a smile on his face.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Sylos/Natasha
"Greetings shaman." She said bowing back to him.
"My name is Natasha lightrunner. And I was wondering how you came along this raptor." She said kneeling down and holding out her hand for the raptor to smell.
Post by
Adamsm
Garos Windwalker
Ashenvale
"I saved him in Un'goro during a flood." Garos said, watching as his raptor looked up at him then at the Night Elf. "I am Garos Windwalker.... thought perhaps I should change my name since I've gotten this new limb." He said absently, staring at the stone arm. He smiled as the raptor leaned against the girl's hand for a moment then returned to his hunt for bugs.
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