The Bliss of Ignorance ((a new rp story))

Here is a new story, just started writing today, for a new character I started playing in wow.


"Keep your focus. . .They are the enemy, period" Slowly Shauysia slipped through the trees, her cat form allowing her to bland in with her surroundings, unseen by her enemies. Her target was the Young Troll priestess in the small Village, responsible for repeated attacks against her people.

"They are your enemy, this is your mission" She kept saying to herself as she entered the inner chamber of the small temple. There before her, deep in prayer to their most definatly evil god or godess was her target, completely unaware of her presence.

One swipe and her mission would be complete. carefully she raised her paw, long claws razor sharp, ready to slay her enemy. WHAM. Suddenly an arrow pierces her left flank. Already she could feel it sapping her energy. Quickly her paw swiped through the air. If she was to die, At least the Priestess would follow her.

But her claws never met their mark. The priestess, alerted by the arrow and the following defensive cry gave her the time she needed to encase herself in a powerful shield, stopping all but the most powerful of attacks, temporarily at least.

"this cannot be happening, how did they know I was coming?" Shauysia thought to herself before lunging across the room at her attacker, ending their life with a slash at their exposed throat. But by now it did'nt matter, already the village had been alerted to her presence and more guards were rushing to ensure her demise.

"If they want me, they will pay dearly" she thought to herself. Focusing on the small nub of magic deep within herself. Slowly her limbs thickened and lengthened, her body widening as her entire body expanded like a ballon. Letting out a savage roar she charged her attackers, now in the form of a ferocious grizzly bear.

Not expecting this sudden change, 3 of the five of her attackers fell in the first few moments of battle. Wounded, but still filled with bloodlust, she charged the first of the last 2 defenders. A heavy swipe knocked her opponent down, wounding him but not ending their life. Opening her maw, she lunged at their throat.

At the last moment, three arrows pierced her at the same time, two in her thick heavy hide, only wounding her slightly, raising her anger, but the third pierced her neck, nearly going through the other side. Slowly she collapsed to the ground, her will to fight leaving her as rapidly as her life. Pooling around her, a crimson sea.

Slowly she returned into her Night elven form, Her ability to stay in her animal form fading with her life. Through ever-darkening vision she eyed the sill living priestess yell something on Troll to the remaining guards before healing her wounds.

She only felt herself being dragged into a small test and being tied up, arms behind her back, to the main post before she lapsed into unconciousness.