Rosemerta
06-20-2006, 10:21 AM
((I don't feel like making a new accout for the character, atleast not right now. I'm over my fear of people knowing who my original character is, and decided the only way to save her from the ooc drama I face with her is by finaly roleplaying her the way she was ment to be.))
Maegannon sat in the hills surrounding nighthaven, in moonglade. She held her knees to her chest, and let her tears fall down her face slowly, unashamed. She had always loved the tranquility of Moonglade, but sitting here brought memories, and she wanted nothing better then to forget.
They were gone, all of them. The people whom she called family, when her own abandoned her, were scattered to the winds. Sure, most of them could be found easily enough walking through Ironforge, but they weren’t together, weren't friendly. Most of them wouldn't even speak with her, just like her own biological father..
Her hero and friend, Sepheus, had gone the way of the neither, choosing permenate death rather then returning to face those who had stabbed him in the heart, from behind. The notion was both fact and metaphor, being stabbed in the back. She had sat and watched, blindly, as the members of her guild schemed and plotted against the man who she looked up to as a father.
The ones she trusted most, had turned against everything they worked for as a guild, had strived to achieve. They turned on her, on Sepheus, on Gralin, when it was most convenient, when their faithful leader was tired and weak. Just remembering the events made her stomach turn and her heart ach for the lost times of her family, her guild, the only place she had ever thought of as home.. Pinnacle.
Her mentor, Narashi, had been cut down by the scourge. He had died defending her, during one of Pinnacle's many attempts to eradicate the menace in Stratholm. He hadn't come back from death, even as the undead that had been cut down returned to their posts.
She began to sob, her thought turning again and again to those gone the way of the traitors, or gone to stay with Elune forever... Wise, Narashi, Schmeckle, Hermiss, Vangelyste, Katharon, Fynne and Jen... Palyu, and Abusive, they were all gone to her in one way or another.
Even her own husband, the one who she had forsaken her heritage for, whom she had been shunned for loving, was gone. Gralin Silverbeard, her dwarven priest, her husband, had gone into Blackwing layer to face nafarian.. and had not come out.
Only her dearest friends, her sister druid, Akita, and long time friend Myridian, were still on speaking terms with her, and for that Mae was grateful. Yet for every small wonder, there was so much more loss.
And all of it, ALL of it, had happened during the scariest point of her life. Tyrande had told her when she had wed Gralin, that they would never be able to have children, their races were to different to be able to procreate together.
She was wrong. While her family had been falling down around her ears, she had been hold up in Nighthaven, giving birth to her son, Seymour. Gralin couldn't be there with her, he had to stay and try and keep Pinnacle from crumbling under the weight of the loss of Sepheus. Akita was with her, but it hadn't helped..
Seymour was stillborn, the unnatural child of a Night Elf and a Dwarf could never survive, according to her teachers. She herself didn't believe that, and knew it was the blow she had received from Lucifron on her last excursion into the Molten Core that had done it.
It had been a strange looking child, small and round-nosed, with purple skin and long ears. An abomination, they said.. but it hadn't mattered to Mae, she loved him, and mourned him anyway. Mae wiped her eyes, wiped away her thoughts. She turned and looked at the moon.
"Elune, I am tired.. I lost Father,.. I lost Pinnacle, I lost Gralin.. I lost Seymour..." She sighed, "I have done nothing but lose all my life, and I have done nothing but get back up and fight.."
"But even fighting is helping nothing. The scourge have access to spirit healers, the horde have access to spirit healers, them icky bugs in Silithus even are able to revive themselves from death over and over... "
"What is the point? Why bother even trying to fight, when nothing you do changes anything? How many times can you kill Ragnaros before he gives up and just dies? History and faith tell us not to quit, to keep trying, that you CAN beat back the enemy with enough effort.."
"But how much effort can a girl give, how many times can she lose, how much of herself does she have to give to the cause, before she wins?"
The moon sat as silent and tranquil as Lake Elune'ara. There were no answers for her from her patron goddess.. just as always. Maegannon sighed, letting herself fall into her cheetah form. The act was as natural and flowing as it had always been, and she hardly noticed it at all anymore.
She let loose a snarl, the sound full of anguish and pain. Her tail curled and whipped, her ears were low on her head, flattened as if there was nothing to hold them high and proud.
If Elune has no answers for me, and neither do my teachers.. then its time to go back
With another loud snarl that echoed off the trees and mountains that surrounded Moonglade, she sprung, gaining full run speed in a matter of seconds. She ran, the only thing that made her happy these days, up the hill and into the cave that lead to Felwood. She would run her way to Ironforge, run back to the civilization that she had run away from nearly two months ago..
Maegannon sat in the hills surrounding nighthaven, in moonglade. She held her knees to her chest, and let her tears fall down her face slowly, unashamed. She had always loved the tranquility of Moonglade, but sitting here brought memories, and she wanted nothing better then to forget.
They were gone, all of them. The people whom she called family, when her own abandoned her, were scattered to the winds. Sure, most of them could be found easily enough walking through Ironforge, but they weren’t together, weren't friendly. Most of them wouldn't even speak with her, just like her own biological father..
Her hero and friend, Sepheus, had gone the way of the neither, choosing permenate death rather then returning to face those who had stabbed him in the heart, from behind. The notion was both fact and metaphor, being stabbed in the back. She had sat and watched, blindly, as the members of her guild schemed and plotted against the man who she looked up to as a father.
The ones she trusted most, had turned against everything they worked for as a guild, had strived to achieve. They turned on her, on Sepheus, on Gralin, when it was most convenient, when their faithful leader was tired and weak. Just remembering the events made her stomach turn and her heart ach for the lost times of her family, her guild, the only place she had ever thought of as home.. Pinnacle.
Her mentor, Narashi, had been cut down by the scourge. He had died defending her, during one of Pinnacle's many attempts to eradicate the menace in Stratholm. He hadn't come back from death, even as the undead that had been cut down returned to their posts.
She began to sob, her thought turning again and again to those gone the way of the traitors, or gone to stay with Elune forever... Wise, Narashi, Schmeckle, Hermiss, Vangelyste, Katharon, Fynne and Jen... Palyu, and Abusive, they were all gone to her in one way or another.
Even her own husband, the one who she had forsaken her heritage for, whom she had been shunned for loving, was gone. Gralin Silverbeard, her dwarven priest, her husband, had gone into Blackwing layer to face nafarian.. and had not come out.
Only her dearest friends, her sister druid, Akita, and long time friend Myridian, were still on speaking terms with her, and for that Mae was grateful. Yet for every small wonder, there was so much more loss.
And all of it, ALL of it, had happened during the scariest point of her life. Tyrande had told her when she had wed Gralin, that they would never be able to have children, their races were to different to be able to procreate together.
She was wrong. While her family had been falling down around her ears, she had been hold up in Nighthaven, giving birth to her son, Seymour. Gralin couldn't be there with her, he had to stay and try and keep Pinnacle from crumbling under the weight of the loss of Sepheus. Akita was with her, but it hadn't helped..
Seymour was stillborn, the unnatural child of a Night Elf and a Dwarf could never survive, according to her teachers. She herself didn't believe that, and knew it was the blow she had received from Lucifron on her last excursion into the Molten Core that had done it.
It had been a strange looking child, small and round-nosed, with purple skin and long ears. An abomination, they said.. but it hadn't mattered to Mae, she loved him, and mourned him anyway. Mae wiped her eyes, wiped away her thoughts. She turned and looked at the moon.
"Elune, I am tired.. I lost Father,.. I lost Pinnacle, I lost Gralin.. I lost Seymour..." She sighed, "I have done nothing but lose all my life, and I have done nothing but get back up and fight.."
"But even fighting is helping nothing. The scourge have access to spirit healers, the horde have access to spirit healers, them icky bugs in Silithus even are able to revive themselves from death over and over... "
"What is the point? Why bother even trying to fight, when nothing you do changes anything? How many times can you kill Ragnaros before he gives up and just dies? History and faith tell us not to quit, to keep trying, that you CAN beat back the enemy with enough effort.."
"But how much effort can a girl give, how many times can she lose, how much of herself does she have to give to the cause, before she wins?"
The moon sat as silent and tranquil as Lake Elune'ara. There were no answers for her from her patron goddess.. just as always. Maegannon sighed, letting herself fall into her cheetah form. The act was as natural and flowing as it had always been, and she hardly noticed it at all anymore.
She let loose a snarl, the sound full of anguish and pain. Her tail curled and whipped, her ears were low on her head, flattened as if there was nothing to hold them high and proud.
If Elune has no answers for me, and neither do my teachers.. then its time to go back
With another loud snarl that echoed off the trees and mountains that surrounded Moonglade, she sprung, gaining full run speed in a matter of seconds. She ran, the only thing that made her happy these days, up the hill and into the cave that lead to Felwood. She would run her way to Ironforge, run back to the civilization that she had run away from nearly two months ago..