Another broken dream...

Another twig broke under her paw, another thorn tore her black robes and small animals escaped quickly from her path but Skarain didn't care, she just ran. Loping on all hour through the dense undergrowth of the deeper parts of Elwynn Forest, her heart pounding and chest rising on a rhythmic pattern. Several of her reagent pouches and her spellbook had already fallen behind, her robes torn both by the thorns and branches as well as her own claws when it had got stuck. Her muscles were already screaming of the strain they were put through, she had barely gone through any physical exercise in the past months, but her mind barely registered the uncomfortable feeling. It had been to long since she had ran free of the limitations of a human body although she could not - wanted not to let go of the human mind. Her feral instinct wanted to take over, live free like an animal, forget what she used to be but Skarain pushed it firmly aside. She had kept it in check back in Gilneas, she wouldn't let it take over now even as terrible she felt inside her.

To much had happen in a short time. Skarains mind returned to yesterday evening when Drustai had appeared to her and Reyleigh's door, after vanishing into Pandaria more than a month ago, being hard-to-reach even before that and demanded that Skarain joined the war efforts. Skarain gritted her teeth together as she performed a series of quick jumps to get over several large fallen trees. They had probably fallen in the latest storm, Skarain thought in her mind. So much had happen. She recall the memory of Reyleigh shouting at Drustai. "This is not our war!", he had said. He may have been right, but it still pained they had to fight. She had not done anything, could not. She had just stood at there, staring the floor while the two most important persons in her life were arguing of her. Her, like she was someones property.

Skarain closed her eyes for a moment, the strain of her muscles starting to feel now that she was running uphill. She had left lower part of the forest behind, continue towards the mountain range east of Stormwind. She knew she was running north, one of the larger ley lines that formed the storm pattern that caused the sudden weather changes and denied any chance of rain in Stormwind were right beneath her feet. She knew its direction, hundreds of feet under the ground, yet it felt to be so close. Oh if she just could tap into it, let the raw arcane energy flow over her and..- Skarain harshly cut all connections to her sixth sense, just concentrating on the physical world. Cursed all be the temptations of the living word, she thought and let out a snort.

She had to decide between Reyleigh and Drustai. The choice had been easy, Drustai, but it still pained her heart. For once she had hope for a peaceful life, have sex, get babies but now it was all ruined... again. She had stopped by the wedding arch in Stormwind, behind the Cathedral and all the memories, all what was now lost rushing through her mind. She had to get out of that city, away from everything, just away. She had scared several guards on night patrol when running past them like the wind, out of the gates and into the forest. Ah yes, it was how she had ended here, Skarain thought as she lay on her stomach against the cold rock, panting, staring over the treetops. She had reached the mountains. Her muscles feeling like impaled by a thousand hot needles. Ack, her body was in such a terrible shape.

Drustai, she owed her to much, to much to ignore or leave her word unheard Skarain thought as she pushed herself sitting against a larger stone after a good while. She quickly went through what all were missing from her belt and sighed, she'd have to return later and pick up as much as she could, now that she no longer could use Rey's near endless supply of coins. She had abused him, broke his heart two- three times by now and still she loved him. Skarain closed her eyes. She felt quilt, but she knew she would get past it, she knew of what she was capable of doing. Skarain had threaten Reyleigh more than once, strange thing to do to a lover, but she knew now how dark her heart truly was. She was ready to murder her own lover for personal gain, her own Reyleigh who was to be her husband. It had taken Skarain some time to get on terms with it, but she knew it now. She had been ready to murder him in anger in Nagrand when he tried to stop her, she had been ready when he had got into troubles with the Chapter, she had been ready to sink her dagger between his ribs when he pleaded her to stay instead of following Drustai.

Skarain sighed, the pain in her limbs being soothed by the cold radiating from the rocks. She knew her limbs to be stiff as iron in the morning, but she really didn't care. A dream of a happy life was broken once again. Her gaze moved over the treetops. several bats were flying underneath, hunting. The only sounds in the night was the inspects, some birds and the scream of prey once caught by the predator. So simple was nature, she thought as she leaned her head against the rock. Reyleigh... so much they had gone through, so much had happen and now this, like there had not been enough of pain? Skarain shake her head, she could not return, not now, but she would someday if she made it out of this War alive, if only to cry on his grave, mourn for his death as she had done already once. They would meet again, in this world or the another. Even as cruel faith could be they still loved eachother... In their own, strange way.

(( Don't worry. I made him feel better. Hail Anethion! ))

(( You know, reading that just got a wicked grin on my face that doesn't go off. Was not what i expected but can't complain of the outcome. Great roleplay to come when they meet again and even before it. Take good care of him kk? ))

(( Crazy warlock! ))

(( Former! ))