Post by Radia on Aug 5, 2009 7:30:11 GMT -5
Narriana was awoken in the middle of the night by her mother, who quickly hurried to wake her sisters, twins, who were sharing the room with her. "Wake up! Hurry, we must hurry!" her mother urged them in a harsh whisper, shoving clothing at the girls as they awoke.
"Mama, what is going on?" Narriana blinked at her mother, putting on her things as her mother rushed around the room.
"The orcs are attacking...."
Narriana pulled her last boot on and grabbed her staff and headed toward the door. Her mother grabbed her arm. "No... all the women and children are to leave for safety."
Narriana looked at her mother, unbelieving. "I can help!"
Narriana's father, one of the strongest male warriors in the village, appeared in the doorway, a glowing sword on his hip. "No. You will go with the other females. Let the men handle this, to distract the orcs from chasing you. I will not say more on this."
Narriana scowled but nodded, and soon she and her family were heading with the other females out of the village. Frustrated, Narriana shifted to cheetah and took off ahead of her mother and sisters and ran. Once she was far away, she stopped and looked back at the village. A line of torches held by orcs were heading toward the village, like a river of lava. Narriana growled and made a decision. Shifting into panther, she melded into the shadows and headed back toward the village, stopping only for a second to watch her mother and sisters silently heading to safety. Then she continued toward the village.
Narriana lept forward, claws extended, as the orcs attacked, swiping and clawing alongside the men of the village, none of them noticing the cat among them was female, and at the moment, none of them caring. Narriana clawed and bit her way to the front of the fighting, along the way another fighter joined her side... her father. Together they mowed down the enemies in front of them silently, their growls and sounds of tearing flesh being the only sounds between them.
Finally.... it was over.
The orcs littered the ground, and her father turned to nod to the druid who'd helped him so much. Suddenly a spear burst through the chest of her father, and she roared as the mighty warrior fell lifeless to the ground. A laughter spread through the sudden silence as an orc chieftan stepped forward from the trees, others with him. Narriana dropped to her knees, shifting out of cat form as she cradled her father. The chieftan laughed at Narriana's tears.
"Oh little girl wanna cry? You be only girl here? We no kill you, we keep you alive.... won't we boys?" He turned his head to look at the orcs behind him, who chuckled, some made obsense gestures. Narriana spun her staff around as she stood, not at all amused. The chieftan laughed at her. "You wanna fight? I fight you. I win, I keep you for myself."
Narriana nodded. "All right... if I win, you leave this village, you and your men. You might as well have your men start walking back; I'll defeat you with one spell."
The orcs began laughing harder at this, the elves behind her began murmuring, some tried to get her to leave, saying this was no place for her, and to go to safety. Narriana ignored them, her hand tightening on her staff. A shield of brambles appeared around her as she watched the chieftan take out a sword and look at her. Then suddenly, he began running at her.
Narriana stabbed her staff into the ground and let go of it, throwing up her hands as she casted a spell.
The chieftan swung his sword down and across at her, aiming to slice her open, at the same time, Narriana's spell went off and sword exploded from the neck of the chieftan, making blood spurt everywhere. The chieftan fell to his knees and fell face-first into the ground, dead. Standing behind him, glowing sword dripping with blood, was the newly-resurrected warrior. He watched as the people around him stared, and the orcs slowly walked away, as per their chieftan's word. Narriana took her staff and hand and smiled as her father walked toward her.
Her father looked at her and slapped her, the noise sudden and harsh. "How dare you disobey me! You could have cost us everything with that stunt of yours!"
Narriana's eyes watered and she shifted to catform.. She growled and roared at her father before taking off into the forest, disappearing into the shadows she'd come from.
Narriana stayed in cat form for years, hardly ever coming out, only to heal, and go back into cat form. She stayed with a group of nightsabers for a long time, and was accepted among them as a friend and companion. There, she met Shadowveil, an experienced male who showed her how to hunt and stalk prey. Narriana became more accustomed to cat form, much more than her real form, and after a while, her eyes seemed to never shift completely back, staying with that edge of hardness. Her attitude was sometimes more feral, and her hair slowly changed to the same shade as her pantherform. When she traveled into towns, she stayed catform. Very rarely she ventures back to her home village, where most assume that she had been killed by the wilderness or orcs. But for now, she ventures through the world, keeping to the shadows.
"Mama, what is going on?" Narriana blinked at her mother, putting on her things as her mother rushed around the room.
"The orcs are attacking...."
Narriana pulled her last boot on and grabbed her staff and headed toward the door. Her mother grabbed her arm. "No... all the women and children are to leave for safety."
Narriana looked at her mother, unbelieving. "I can help!"
Narriana's father, one of the strongest male warriors in the village, appeared in the doorway, a glowing sword on his hip. "No. You will go with the other females. Let the men handle this, to distract the orcs from chasing you. I will not say more on this."
Narriana scowled but nodded, and soon she and her family were heading with the other females out of the village. Frustrated, Narriana shifted to cheetah and took off ahead of her mother and sisters and ran. Once she was far away, she stopped and looked back at the village. A line of torches held by orcs were heading toward the village, like a river of lava. Narriana growled and made a decision. Shifting into panther, she melded into the shadows and headed back toward the village, stopping only for a second to watch her mother and sisters silently heading to safety. Then she continued toward the village.
Narriana lept forward, claws extended, as the orcs attacked, swiping and clawing alongside the men of the village, none of them noticing the cat among them was female, and at the moment, none of them caring. Narriana clawed and bit her way to the front of the fighting, along the way another fighter joined her side... her father. Together they mowed down the enemies in front of them silently, their growls and sounds of tearing flesh being the only sounds between them.
Finally.... it was over.
The orcs littered the ground, and her father turned to nod to the druid who'd helped him so much. Suddenly a spear burst through the chest of her father, and she roared as the mighty warrior fell lifeless to the ground. A laughter spread through the sudden silence as an orc chieftan stepped forward from the trees, others with him. Narriana dropped to her knees, shifting out of cat form as she cradled her father. The chieftan laughed at Narriana's tears.
"Oh little girl wanna cry? You be only girl here? We no kill you, we keep you alive.... won't we boys?" He turned his head to look at the orcs behind him, who chuckled, some made obsense gestures. Narriana spun her staff around as she stood, not at all amused. The chieftan laughed at her. "You wanna fight? I fight you. I win, I keep you for myself."
Narriana nodded. "All right... if I win, you leave this village, you and your men. You might as well have your men start walking back; I'll defeat you with one spell."
The orcs began laughing harder at this, the elves behind her began murmuring, some tried to get her to leave, saying this was no place for her, and to go to safety. Narriana ignored them, her hand tightening on her staff. A shield of brambles appeared around her as she watched the chieftan take out a sword and look at her. Then suddenly, he began running at her.
Narriana stabbed her staff into the ground and let go of it, throwing up her hands as she casted a spell.
The chieftan swung his sword down and across at her, aiming to slice her open, at the same time, Narriana's spell went off and sword exploded from the neck of the chieftan, making blood spurt everywhere. The chieftan fell to his knees and fell face-first into the ground, dead. Standing behind him, glowing sword dripping with blood, was the newly-resurrected warrior. He watched as the people around him stared, and the orcs slowly walked away, as per their chieftan's word. Narriana took her staff and hand and smiled as her father walked toward her.
Her father looked at her and slapped her, the noise sudden and harsh. "How dare you disobey me! You could have cost us everything with that stunt of yours!"
Narriana's eyes watered and she shifted to catform.. She growled and roared at her father before taking off into the forest, disappearing into the shadows she'd come from.
Narriana stayed in cat form for years, hardly ever coming out, only to heal, and go back into cat form. She stayed with a group of nightsabers for a long time, and was accepted among them as a friend and companion. There, she met Shadowveil, an experienced male who showed her how to hunt and stalk prey. Narriana became more accustomed to cat form, much more than her real form, and after a while, her eyes seemed to never shift completely back, staying with that edge of hardness. Her attitude was sometimes more feral, and her hair slowly changed to the same shade as her pantherform. When she traveled into towns, she stayed catform. Very rarely she ventures back to her home village, where most assume that she had been killed by the wilderness or orcs. But for now, she ventures through the world, keeping to the shadows.