Beyran walked through the jungle of Stranglethorn cursing his luck. He'd been walking two days to find an outpost or even a damn camp where he could sit down, and tend to a wound he sustained from a hungry jungle panther.
The young Blood Elf's head was drenched with sweat, and his shield arm loosely swung to his side as he continued his wandering. He quickly perked up however when he heard a roar followed by a woman's shriek. He immediately pulled his curved Sin'dorei blade loose of its scabbard and raced in the direction the shriek came from.
The shriek had definitely come from a woman...
A Night Elven woman...
Who managed to make a very large gorilla angry.
Beyran's first thought was to turn the opposite direction and flee from the beast that could possibly, and quite literally, beat him to a pulp in his current state, but as he looked at the woman he noticed that she was in worse condition than he. She nursed an obviously broken arm that hung slack to her side, and multiple cuts on her body that he could see due to her leather tunic being ripped nearly apart.
He sighed to himself as he brought the odd triangular shield, which all Silvermoon soldiers carried, up in a defensive stance and began to charge at the gorilla. He caught the large black haired primate off-guard, slamming into him when he attempted a lethal overhead strike intended to end the woman on the ground.
"For the glory of the Sin'dorei!" he cried as he began stabbing at the gorilla's open midsection.
The beast roared at his wounding strikes, and smacked at him with one tree-like forearm connecting with his shield and sending him reeling back.
"Run if you can still!" he cried in broken Darnassian as he recovered and ran back at the beast.
The Night Elf was too shocked to do anything except watch as this nigh-insane Blood Elf defied their racial rivalries and intervened to save her life. As he smacked and sliced at the beast and it clawed and tore back at him her pain and fear finally overcame her. She blacked out, slumping onto the jungle floor quietly breathing.
Beyran cursed as he watched her. She died just as he tried to save her. Filled with anger he began striking back harder and harder at the gorilla. The beast, sensing his renewed vigor, attempted another overhand pummel, but was met with a daring leap by the man at his face. The curved blade pierced the soft flesh just under the chin and drove straight through the beast's mouth into its skull and brain tissue. Killing it outright, and causing it to reel back and slam into the ground.
After the gorilla fell Beyran dropped his shield and ran to the woman's side. Upon getting within arm's reach he noticed her shallow breaths and sighed in exhaustion.
"She's alive... Unconscious, but alive," he said aloud.
He was thankful her discarded pack had cloth in it, and salves amongst other things.
He managed to make use of them as improvised bandages on her arm, and anywhere she managed to sustain a cut or scrape.
Which seemed to be everywhere...
He avoided removing her torn tunic to treat a few cuts on her torso for fear of upsetting her upon her revival. He was one of very few Blood Elf males that would resist this type of temptation, but he was also raised away from city life, which would explain his action to assist the woman.
Regardless of whether she was his enemy or not.
He saved some cloth for himself, removing his breastplate and shirt to replace the soiled bandages from days ago. The humid jungle air felt good on his bare skin, and he ended up leaving the armor off as he prepared a cooking fire, and some rations from his own bag.
The smell of seared crocolisk meat filled the air as the sun began to set, and Beyran began to eat just as the woman awoke. She leaned up on her side and gave a surprised look at Beyran as he stopped half-way through a bite of meat.
"Uh... Hi?" he said in Common with his slight Thalassian accent.
The awkward awakening was explained quickly by Beyran after he introduced himself. They both sat on opposite sides of the fire and ate the fresh meal. She stayed quiet through most of the conversation, staring down at her meal, until Beyran broke the silence.
"So, what is your name then miss?"
"It's... Limwen,"
She stressed the "I" turning it into a double "e" sound.
"Nice to meet you finally without anything trying to kill us," he chuckled.
