Worgen and Forsaken: A Forbidden Alliance in the Shadows of Silverpine Forest
"New Gilneas and New Lordaeron"
By: DinoMagick (dinomagick@yahoo.com)
A nice long, lazy hunt in the Silverpine Forest was what my five Worgen brethren wanted. Just like the hundreds of times I went with them, loping through the woods North of Gilneas, in search of game and the exhilarating thrill of the hunt.
Worgen, is what we are. But, for the most part we are just like Werewolves. The largest difference was, we couldn't turn into the four legged type that all werewolves could. We were stuck between being human or Worgen, half-human and half-wolf.
We still hunted like the werewolves did and got along fine with them. Their affliction was called lycanthropy. Ours, was a magical curse, that was passed down, generation after generation.
There was no cure for either. We existed as we were, as we always would. Despite the fact of our curse, we Worgen maintained our humanity and intelligence. Still, we had the basic instincts of wolves and had to go out on monthly 'hunts', to let our inner beasts run free.
Silverpine Forest was our hunting grounds. The undead were our prey. Silverpine was infested with the vile creatures, so there was plenty of sport to be had. There was another type of undead, known as the Forsaken. They weren't the mindless zombies and ghouls upon which we preyed. No. They were sentient beings just like us... Cursed with unlife, forever existing yet never living.
We gave the Forsaken a wide birth. Staying out of their way and limiting our encounters with them to simple acknowledgment, then moving on in relative peace. We'd already fought the Forsaken for many years, ending decades of conflict in an uneasy stalemate. Their leader, the Banshee Queen herself, Sylvanas, called the truce several years ago.
Her words, were magically etched into a large stone glyph, at the edge of the Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glade, the home of the Forsaken.
"Cursed beings, as we the Forsaken are, should remember. The Worgen remind me of what I fight and strive to bring to the Forsaken. A home. Safe from persecution and a place where someday, we too could be recognized. I recognize the Worgen, and hereby declare that Silverpine Forest, be the free home to their noble clans."
I've read that message a hundred times. Wondering what made the Banshee Queen end the constant war with us. It was at a time where she and the Forsaken had us against the walls of our own city, awaiting our execution at her hands. We'd been soundly defeated. She rode up to the gates of Gilneas, her undead stallion's hooves, ablaze with fire. In front of every Forsaken soldier, every citizen and warrior of Gilneas, she raised her hands in the air and cast a spell that shot a blazing fireball into the air, her voice, thundering into the the sky, trembled the earth and echoed these words across the land. "It is over!". Then she dismounted and strode up to me and handed me her bow. A subtle glint in her eye as she whispered to me. "It is over, Karnos. No more fighting, no more death."
I eyed the Banshee Queen skeptically, but nodded. "Yes, Lady Sylvanas. It is over.".
I've been told that she had never smiled before that day. But she did, to me. She even gave me a subtle wink, before she nodded and turn away saying. "I hope to meet you......in peace... one day Karnos.", then mounted her undead stallion, rallied her army and headed back to Lordaeron.
Today.... This hunt.... My goal was to meet the Lady Sylvanas, in peace. I strode up to the Glyph, gently caressing it's smooth surface. My fingers, lingering over the words she had spoken. It was serenely quiet here, a solemn and peaceful place.
"You remembered.", a soft voice said behind me.
Slightly startled, I turned slowly and there she stood. Alone. As we'd both agreed.
"You surprise me, your highness.", I chuckled. "That's hard to do to a Worgen.".
She smiled and walked up beside me, placing her hand on the glyph next to mine. "True, Karnos. But, I have had centuries of practice." Her eyes looked misty, almost wet as she looked at the words on the glyph. "So long ago..... So many lost... So many friends, gone forever....", she said sadly.
"Yes.", I said softly. "Many lost friends."
She turned and looked at me, her eyes soft, yet cautious. "Our peaceful existence, as tenuous as it is, has given both our peoples a chance at recovering."
"It has, Lady Syl--", I began but she put up her hand and interrupted me. "Please... just call me Sylvanas. We are equals here."
I smiled. "As you wish."
She looked back at the glyph then at me, "Do you think we could ever have full peace, Karnos?"
"We've come this far, Sylvanas.. I do not see why we can't go further."
"How far would you be willing to go, Karnos?", she asked. Her voice suddenly sounding a little husky to me.
I hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, my nose sniffing the air. Her scent was intoxicating and her arousal was very apparent. "I am not sure I understand.", I balked.
Sylvanas turned and faced me directly. "I think you do, Karnos.", she whispered huskily, her eye lashes fluttering. I watched her chest rise and fall, and then it hit me. She was undead, she didn't breath or even need to breath, but I could see her chest rise and fall and I could hear the air fill her lungs and when she exhaled, her breath wasn't faked, it was real and it shocked me.
"Karnos?", she asked quizzically. "Is something wrong?"
I didn't want to sound insulting but didn't know any other way. "I'm sorry..... but.... you.... you are... I mean.. you're breathing...", I stammered.
She smiled and let out a soft chuckle, "Yes. I am breathing again. I do not know why, but it happened the day I called for THE END
By: DinoMagick (dinomagick@yahoo.com)
A nice long, lazy hunt in the Silverpine Forest was what my five Worgen brethren wanted. Just like the hundreds of times I went with them, loping through the woods North of Gilneas, in search of game and the exhilarating thrill of the hunt.
Worgen, is what we are. But, for the most part we are just like Werewolves. The largest difference was, we couldn't turn into the four legged type that all werewolves could. We were stuck between being human or Worgen, half-human and half-wolf.
We still hunted like the werewolves did and got along fine with them. Their affliction was called lycanthropy. Ours, was a magical curse, that was passed down, generation after generation.
There was no cure for either. We existed as we were, as we always would. Despite the fact of our curse, we Worgen maintained our humanity and intelligence. Still, we had the basic instincts of wolves and had to go out on monthly 'hunts', to let our inner beasts run free.
Silverpine Forest was our hunting grounds. The undead were our prey. Silverpine was infested with the vile creatures, so there was plenty of sport to be had. There was another type of undead, known as the Forsaken. They weren't the mindless zombies and ghouls upon which we preyed. No. They were sentient beings just like us... Cursed with unlife, forever existing yet never living.
We gave the Forsaken a wide birth. Staying out of their way and limiting our encounters with them to simple acknowledgment, then moving on in relative peace. We'd already fought the Forsaken for many years, ending decades of conflict in an uneasy stalemate. Their leader, the Banshee Queen herself, Sylvanas, called the truce several years ago.
Her words, were magically etched into a large stone glyph, at the edge of the Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glade, the home of the Forsaken.
"Cursed beings, as we the Forsaken are, should remember. The Worgen remind me of what I fight and strive to bring to the Forsaken. A home. Safe from persecution and a place where someday, we too could be recognized. I recognize the Worgen, and hereby declare that Silverpine Forest, be the free home to their noble clans."
I've read that message a hundred times. Wondering what made the Banshee Queen end the constant war with us. It was at a time where she and the Forsaken had us against the walls of our own city, awaiting our execution at her hands. We'd been soundly defeated. She rode up to the gates of Gilneas, her undead stallion's hooves, ablaze with fire. In front of every Forsaken soldier, every citizen and warrior of Gilneas, she raised her hands in the air and cast a spell that shot a blazing fireball into the air, her voice, thundering into the the sky, trembled the earth and echoed these words across the land. "It is over!". Then she dismounted and strode up to me and handed me her bow. A subtle glint in her eye as she whispered to me. "It is over, Karnos. No more fighting, no more death."
I eyed the Banshee Queen skeptically, but nodded. "Yes, Lady Sylvanas. It is over.".
I've been told that she had never smiled before that day. But she did, to me. She even gave me a subtle wink, before she nodded and turn away saying. "I hope to meet you......in peace... one day Karnos.", then mounted her undead stallion, rallied her army and headed back to Lordaeron.
Today.... This hunt.... My goal was to meet the Lady Sylvanas, in peace. I strode up to the Glyph, gently caressing it's smooth surface. My fingers, lingering over the words she had spoken. It was serenely quiet here, a solemn and peaceful place.
"You remembered.", a soft voice said behind me.
Slightly startled, I turned slowly and there she stood. Alone. As we'd both agreed.
"You surprise me, your highness.", I chuckled. "That's hard to do to a Worgen.".
She smiled and walked up beside me, placing her hand on the glyph next to mine. "True, Karnos. But, I have had centuries of practice." Her eyes looked misty, almost wet as she looked at the words on the glyph. "So long ago..... So many lost... So many friends, gone forever....", she said sadly.
"Yes.", I said softly. "Many lost friends."
She turned and looked at me, her eyes soft, yet cautious. "Our peaceful existence, as tenuous as it is, has given both our peoples a chance at recovering."
"It has, Lady Syl--", I began but she put up her hand and interrupted me. "Please... just call me Sylvanas. We are equals here."
I smiled. "As you wish."
She looked back at the glyph then at me, "Do you think we could ever have full peace, Karnos?"
"We've come this far, Sylvanas.. I do not see why we can't go further."
"How far would you be willing to go, Karnos?", she asked. Her voice suddenly sounding a little husky to me.
I hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath, my nose sniffing the air. Her scent was intoxicating and her arousal was very apparent. "I am not sure I understand.", I balked.
Sylvanas turned and faced me directly. "I think you do, Karnos.", she whispered huskily, her eye lashes fluttering. I watched her chest rise and fall, and then it hit me. She was undead, she didn't breath or even need to breath, but I could see her chest rise and fall and I could hear the air fill her lungs and when she exhaled, her breath wasn't faked, it was real and it shocked me.
"Karnos?", she asked quizzically. "Is something wrong?"
I didn't want to sound insulting but didn't know any other way. "I'm sorry..... but.... you.... you are... I mean.. you're breathing...", I stammered.
She smiled and let out a soft chuckle, "Yes. I am breathing again. I do not know why, but it happened the day I called for THE END
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