Amadare's Story.

[Laron]

As Amadare walks on the deck of the ship, it feels funny to be on a piece of wood that floats, but she is starting to get used to it. She finds a corner to sleep in she starts to dream…

Sniffing the air, she pauses. The smell of a night elf is faint, but still recent. She shifts into the form of a cat. Her fingers become rounded and small claws start to spout and then retract. Her eyes change from green to yellow, and her pupils narrow. Creeping low in the grass by the river, she spots her prey… There by the water, a vicious best, with sharp teeth, claws, and a large hairy tail. She gets lower and tries to move through the grass without making a sound. As she gets close the beast looks up from the water it was drinking, obviously washing down it’s last feast. She starts to move her back paws up under her so that she can pounce, slightly shifting back and forth on her front paws. “Wait for it to look away… Now!” Leaping in the air, she lands on the large beast, it bites at her, but she is quicker and sinks her teeth into its neck. Blood sprays out and covers her left eye. Partially blinded, she wraps he arms around its thick neck, digging her claws into its thick fur. After gaining a good grip on the writhing beast she starts to kick with her back paws, raking them across its stomach. The creature tries to throw her off, but Amadare holds tight. Rolling in the grass she feels the large beast give in to the light and release its mortal coil.

Letting her kill drop limp on the forest floor, panting, she tries to whispers the prayer she has heard her Mother say many times, after she had killed something, for food. She at least thinks it in her head, since she can’t speak in her cat form. “Lady of the Moon, we thank you for the food you have given us. We take this vessel so that we may live. We pray that you help the spirit find rest.” Bowing to her freshly killed prey, she starts to eat.

Amadare get lost in her meal, the meat seems to taste so much better to her Feline tongue. The way it should taste, full of flavor and the thought of earning her own kill would make her father proud. She was much better at this than her brothers would ever be. He thought is broken as she hears right above her.

“AmaDaRe! There you are. I have been looking all over for you!”

Laron sees the kitten face first in something bloody. “What is she eating this time… Ough! Is that a squirrel?!” He fights back the urge to vomit, as he lifts his sister up by her scruff. “I hate when he does that…” She thinks as she shifts back into her upright form. Laron lets her go and takes out a cloth from his pocket. “You know, Mother doesn’t want you doing that till you go to school to learn control.” Landing on her butt she says to him,.

“Lawon pwease downt tewl momma, I won’t do it no mow. Pwamis..”

Laron dips the cloth in the river, and starts to clean the blood off of her round little cheeks and face. Sighing he tells her. “I won’t, but if you were hungry, why didn’t you just say so?” He holds out some trail mix from his bag. She sticks her tongue out in distaste. “Thats yucky, and always cold.” Looking at her hands, he points toward the river and tells her. “Go rinse off your hands Ama, if Mother sees you like that she is gonna be mad.” She walks over to the water she rinses the blood from her hands and Laron tries to make her hair look somewhat straight. Holding his index finger, they walk back toward Darnassus.

Amadare Redthorn

[Laron]

Amadare is woken by sails being lowered. She is curled in a ball in a corner of the ship. In her sleep she had changed into cat form, and had started to purr, rather loudly. Most of the people faring the ocean had stayed on the deck on the ship, which was fine for her, because she really didn’t like “people.” Stretching, she absently sharpens her claws on the wood of the deck and shift back to her two leg form. The air of the ocean felt salty on her skin, but would feel worse on her fur. The Harbor of Menethil was obviously a human town, the houses, and dock, were poorly built and very ugly as far as buildings go. Amadare doesn’t like towns as it is, but these are bad, no art to them at all. Walking through the small fortress, she catches the smell of swamp. She decides that her upright form will be better for the trip though the Wetlands, since boots are easier to clean than fur.

Coming to an arch built right into the side of the mountain, Amadare looks at the craftsmanship of the stone work. As she stares up and the shear size of the tunnel, she doesn’t notice the Dwarf standing at the opening. She runs right into the Dwarven guard, who is more than obliged to catch a face full of young Night Elf cleavage. “Easy there lass! Don’t want ta be stumblin off some cliff, ya dunt be wachin where ya go.” Completely embarrassed, Amadare bow and says “Oh I am terribly sorry M’Lord, I was just admiring the stonework, I didn’t see you there, I.. I am sorry I collided with you…” She trails off when she notices the guard is staring at her bosom. She blushes and hurries past him and puts the thought out of her mind, of what a Dwarf looks like in the nude. Ascending up into the colder areas of the mountain, she thinks back to her first time she had seen a man without clothes. A shiver runs down her spine, more from the thought, than from the chilly air.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” “No, there is no one out there.” She pushes him against the tree, “Good!” Kissing him, she runs her hands acrossed his chest. His scent was wonderful. The pheromones were driving her out of her senesces. As she starts to unbutton his shirt, his hands wonder from her waist, to her stomach and work their way up. The thought of her parents catching them here both scared her and added to the excitement. She gets half way down his shirt buttons, as he reaches her young, untouched, chest with his wondering hands. He does not notice her pupils narrow, as he continues to explore. Felling his hands on her, she rips his shirt open and scratches him deeply acrossed the chest. With a snarl, she moves her head in to bite his neck, when he realizes he is bleeding and pushes her away. “What are you doing you freak!” She falls to all fours, purring, and her tail twitching back and forth. “Get away from me!” He yells as he takes off running. Her animal instincts start to overcome her and she prepares to pounce him, when she realizes, just what has happened. Changing to her upright form, she holds her head and starts to cry.

“I saw a boy running away from here. He was bleeding. He wasn’t being inappropriate, was he? I can still catch him if you want me to.” She recognizes the voice of her brother. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she says “No! It’s not like that Azrid!” She continues to cry, as he kneels down and hugs her. Sobbing she holds close to her brother. “We were kissing and it happened again, I hurt him Azrid… I didn’t…didn’t mean to…”

He pets her hair, “I know this is hard for you, maybe we should get you into school.” She looks at him in fear, “You can’t tell Mother and Father! I…I came out here to…” She looks away embarrassed to be talking to her brother about such things. Azrid Smiles, “We can keep out some details.”

As she reaches the next tunnel she feels warmer yet can see her breath. Stepping out from the other tunnel, she stops, feeling the cold of snow on her front paw? “Dammit, I did it again!” She thinks to her self as she realizes that she had shifted into bear form, to keep warm. The snow starts to fall pretty hard, so she keeps to being a bear, and continues down the road.

[Malerage]

Nice work with this, Laron. I particularly enjoyed the characterization. You do a good job of getting us into Amadare's head.

[Laron]

You are too kind M'Lady.