A request featuring a client's worgen and blood elf OCs. I've been reading a lot of Batman & Catwoman comics recently so their relationship may have rubbed off on my writing a bit here. Might have to write a story about those two some time but for now, hopefully you will enjoy this.
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Felicia could feel the rocking of the wagon beneath her, it's roof pelted by a light drizzle of rain. The shaky movement prevented her from sleeping, though she was completely exhausted from her journey.
So exhausted.
For some reason, her vision--everything she was seeing and experiencing--seemed disconnected. It was an odd feeling but she quickly came to ignore it. Around her were her companions: an old orc and a lanky troll she didn't remember the names of. She felt a tinge of guilt over this, but the scene played on. They were talking to each other while another orc drove the caravan, his reigns connected to a runt of a kodo that easily pulled them despite it's size. She didn't remember this orc's name either; she never was good with non-elven names. What she did remember was that he was a good man and had come to her defense when the troll had tried to flirt with her.
Not that the troll was a bad man, but she was introverted and he was not. Furthermore, she wasn't one for one night stands or dalliances with trolls.
Her companions spoke of the Alliance and delicious food they wished to eat, until it was more than just rain hitting the wagon and their speech centered around the Alliance and the Alliance only. They shouted as arrows pierced the thin fabric sheltering them, carrying fire despite the light rain. In an instant her companions had left, jumping out of the wagon and wielding axes not yet stained with blood. She followed shortly behind, stepping out into the rain and remembering for the first time where they were: Ashenvale.
Her companions were on the ground and unknown men rushed towards her, colored blue but lacking any distinct features. She reached for her wand but dropped it when a fist collided with her gut. Why hadn't she taken it out before? Dazed, she found herself bent over the wagon entrance as the attackers spat vulgarities and hiked up her robe.
Panic set in as she realized what was happening. She struggled and was gifted with a face full of wood, head bashed against the wagon that was crackling with fire. Her consciousness slipped, but before it did she felt her attacker's hands release her. Stumbling to her feet, she made out the form of her assailant on the ground and a human fighting another human before she collapsed, crumpling into the dirt and her eyes finally closing.
So exhausted.
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She awoke with a start, gasping as she sat upright on the bed she had been placed upon. Immediately, she looked for her wand--instead, she found a human.
"Relax." The man was tall and well built with short black hair. He seemed to be military, though he looked raggedy with a short beard.
"Who are you?" She quickly glanced down to make sure that she was decent before looking back up at the human.
"I'm your savior," he replied, voice like a stern rock.
"I am... Felicia Dawnblade," she answered, rubbing the spot where she had been bashed on the head. It was wet with water but devoid of blood. Still not in a proper state of mind, she didn't seem to process the fact that he had not actually given his name.
They stared at each other for a few moments; her eyes were a glowing violet, while his were a striking gray. They reminded her of her hair--silver just like his eyes. Suddenly, he smiled. A slight smile, more of a smirk really, but kind. Felicia sniffed, blinking away her thoughts and his eyes. Looking down, she briefly inspected herself for signs of injury. Nothing. She would need to do a more thorough job later when she was alone.
"Thank you. Those men..." Felicia paused, still coming to terms with what had happened. It all seemed like a dream. "were really bad people."
"That's one way to put it." The smallest touch of amusement laced his voice. "Don't worry about them, they won't be harming you or anyone else ever again."
She nodded, understanding the hidden meaning behind those words. Her attackers were dead.
"Did anyone else survive? From the caravan I mean?" She already knew the answer but felt the need to ask anyways.
"No." His tone was somber and knowing. This man was no stranger to lost comrades.
Felicia nodded solemnly. Though she had barely known the three men, in her youth she had almost become a priest before she ultimately chose to become a mage. Whether a peasant or a noble, the loss of life always saddened her.
"Where are you going?" She looked up at her savior as he made to leave the room.
"Getting food, you need to eat." Straight and to the point, he seemed to be a man of few words. She liked that.
With that, he left the room, leaving her alone to contemplate things while she relaxed upon the bed. Resting her head on a surprisingly fluffy pilllow, Felicia stared up at the ceiling and went over what had happened in her head over and over until she began to drift off to sleep. The last thing she thought of before slipping into unconsciousness were the grey eyes of the man who had saved her.
***
Felicia awoke to a bowl of cold grits and a warm glass of water. The grits weren't very appealing and she could have just conjured up some of her own food but she opted not to, figuring it would be impolite. Nevertheless, she ate her fill, apparently unaware of how hungry she had truly been. The human--her rescuer--entered the room just as she finished.
"How are you doing?"
"Fine, thanks to you." Felicia got up and walked over to him. She wasn't very tall--perhaps a bit shorter than average for a blood elf--but she still felt small compared to him. Shooting him a quick smile, she moved to step around him but was blocked by a muscular arm. Before she could protest he spoke up, voice stern but gentle.
"The encampment you were heading towards has been taken by the Alliance. They'll be all over this area and they won't take kindly to finding a blood elf traveling east."
"Oh. Right then. So what you're saying is, 'leave now and you'll die,' is that it?"
The man nodded and Felicia crossed her arms under her sizeable chest as she contemplated her options. "The Horde and Alliance are always playing tug-o-war with this region. I suppose I'll just have to wait until the Horde recaptures it, yes?"
"Exactly." He lowered his arm.
"That shouldn't take long." She paused and looked him over, inspecting his well built physique a bit longer than she had intended to. "So... where are we? And who are you really, other than my knight in shining armor?"
"My name is James Buckley. I'm a trained warrior and scout in the military--thankfully for you, otherwise I wouldn't know about this abandoned home. It's in the middle of nowhere so we shouldn't have to worry about being found."
"I see." She paced back and forth in front of him, her eyes never leaving his. Such a beautiful grey. "Why did you save me?"
"You were being assaulted."
"You could have killed me then. I'm your enemy."
"You weren't a threat."
"I can summon fireballs you know," she said, doing exactly that. A smile lit her face though, and she quickly snuffed them out.
