Thread: A purity long lost... [Himeko x ForeverMischievous]

Why did it always have to be the same? Why did it always have to be the same boring, dragged out, babysitter missions. As soon as townsfolk saw a Night Elf traveler, they always expected it willing to do quests and work for their gold. And that wasn't a wrong assumption, she did help out when ever she reached towns, to make an extra scrap of gold. But why the hell, did it always have to be bloody tinkerbell quests? 'Oh no, my child has been kidnapped by the eevil HordeAlliance, can you please get my itty bitty child back?' It was making this Night Elf wanderer sick. She loved children, and she hoped to achieve some herself, once. But she knew she could protect hers, and keep them safe. Why the hell did others get children, if their just going to wind up and loose them? And why was she always expected to get them back? She couldn't even count the amount of bratty young Elves, humans and so forth she'd rescued, only to be met with no graditutde from the children, what so ever. She was just a mercenary, in it for the money. And by now, she had to admit she was. She no longer cared for the safety of others. She'd grown tired, pessimistic and dreary. The world had nearly been torn asunder, that after many ages of war. And she, was always expected to clean up the little details. She'd taken part in the destruction of the great Dragon Aspect of Death, only because she knew if he hadn't been stopped, the world she so loved to explore and travel in, would go up in flames. So she cut down a few enemies on front lines of other peoples wars, but never did she join an army. Never did she take a side. It was always just her, and her pets. The great White Tiger Shar, and the Hawk Arch. Never did she care as much as a straw of wheat for others wars. She just made a profit, taking care of others problems. And so, once again, Anelia was sent out to 'rescue' a 'kidnapped' daughter, of a renowned family in Exodar. She was getting too old for this. In the deepest darkest corners of her mind, she just hopped the daughter was dead, so she'd just have to bring back a token to prove it. She had to nodge her own head, only to be pushed slightly by Shar, knowing her mind. She sighed slightly, and stroked an elegant hand over the pure white fur. I know old boy. I'm getting too old for all this. I'm stopping to care. She smiled faintly. When she said old, it was in old Elven standards. She wasn't like the new Night Elves, with a shortened life span. She would never die, or age in looks, if she wasn't killed by another' hand. She'd always remain as young looking, as she was now. She was a tall and athletic woman, her body made for jumping through thick forests, without cutting herself on branches. A great bust on her chest, wasn't the only thing to justify her feminine body, her legs and her face working for this as well. She'd abused it plenty fold in the past, and she probably would again. She was free spirited, and not afraid of abusing every advantage. This time, she'd been in for a surprise. 'Kidnapped', was a very strong word. And it most deffinitly didn't fit the description of this woman's predicament. Her problem, was her ignorance towards her parents war. She already liked her, when she first spotted her in the woods. It hadn't taken more then a few minutes, to find the two. Arch had easily spotted them, walking through the woods, and through his eyes, Anelia stalked them. Leading all the way, to their hidden home. She was rather impressed, by the two rebellious women's craftiness. They reminded her of herself. And their attachment was clear. This was no mere friendship. The two doves where in love. What an interesting scenario. She laid out a plan, and as the two women returned from their fishing trip, they'd find their solitude, a bit less. Lonely. On a nearby tree's branch, lay the tall woman, fiddling with a dagger in her hand, scratching the nails of her other hand. It took me... A few minutes. To find you and your little sanctuary. She murmured silently, with a warm, gentle voice, as she spread a wide smile, turning her purple eyes to gaze down upon the two women. But don't be embarrassed. I'm rather good at this. Been doing that for a while. She said, grinning lightly, as she turned on the tree, to lay on her side. Her clothes was made of simple leather covering, covering her intimate areas for decency, and not covering too much, to make fighting harder. How long do you think, the scouts of Exodar will take? She questioned, grinning lightly as she rested the side of her head on one arm, letting the other hang down from the branch, waving slightly from side to side. I've been.. Quested. To find you, little Lady. You've apparently been kidnapped? She asked, grinning lightly as she tilt her head, her ears perking a bit upwards. Enthralled by a pretty face, rather. You don't look particularly destressed, and you certainly don't look like a prison guard. She giggled lightly, pointing towards each woman as she spoke of them. But I'm afraid, I'll have to live up to my expectations, and bring you in, beautiful. If not, your parents'll be veery upset. She suggested, now widening a greater grin as her eyes narrowed lightly to a devious expression.