Thread: The curse that corrupts all [HimekoxTinyThings]

The Night Elf's eyes narrowed, as the other Elf's reply came slowly. That was unnatural. The Robes. The mount.. The hesitation. This couldn't be her Alpha. An impostor? No one would be foolish enough, to try such a thing, and not wear the same as Grim. But the face. The face was the same. How could this be possible? No one could imitate someone so well, that -her- eyes wouldn't be able to tell the difference. And as the answer to her questions came forth, the Elf's ears slowly perked downwards, as her eyes widened. The Shaman had been right. An.. 'Impostor', would show herself. Weather good, or bad intentions, she was to change the way things where. That is what the Shaman had said. Who would've expected it to be a twin sister? Coldtooth, certainly wouldn't. He'd have his fangs right down on this impostor's throat, before he let her change the way things where. The balance was already tilting in his favor. You.. You, are Grim's sister? This.. This is not good.. The Night Elf explained, letting the other woman approach her. Her eyes narrowed a bit again, as she stood straight once more. The Elf's brain started racing, as her eyes flew from Layla, to the lake, to the bushes. Her ears perked as well, already hearing the pack approach. Without answering Layla's question, she faced away from the approaching Blood Elf, putting her finger's into her mouth, whistling some sort of signal, as high as she could, before closing the distance between the two. No.. You can not heal me. Coldtooth, and his entourage, won't believe I fought off a Vilefang, without being wounded.. How alike are you? She questioned, quickly shooting a hand towards Layla's head, trying to remove the hood, hiding her ears. Without asking permission, her fingers gently grabbed one of the other Elf's ears, eyeing it mindfully. Shit... She complained, with a grumble in her voice, as her hand moved again. Again, she did not ask permission, but placed her hand on Layla's crotch, feeling for something she very quickly didn't find. He face turned grim, as she removed her hand again, rubbing her face in dismay. Not.. -That- alike... Of course. Shit. She complained again, taking a few steps away from Layla, rubbing her temples. She contemplated for a moment, before turning her purple gaze back onto Layla, eyeing her up and down. Get you hood on, again.. And get your robe's dirty.. When they come, they will ask you where you got them.. Do not respond.. You are far too hesitant, to sound like Grim. They -will- think, that you are an impostor.. And they will kill you, before you get to meet your sister. Let me do the talking, and.. You are a Priest? She asked, as she crouched down, taking a handful of mud, from the edge of the lake. Then you better pray, to what ever deity you believe, that Grim will get here, before Coldtooth has his way.. I can't, and won't, fight off him, and his entourage.. Not for anyone. Not even my Mistress' twin sister... The Elf explained, as she tossed the mud towards Layla's robe, trying to get it muddy. Not moments later, before the other Elf would even have had a chance to introduce herself, another Werewolf jumped from the bushes, landing with a growl on the ground. The Werewolf was quickly followed by four others, all standing straight on their bag legs, snarling with dismay. Again, our stupid 'Alpha', as gone astray to the outer rim, of her own territory.. Will the little fool, ever realize the danger? And, again, -you- where hurt, because of -her-... Do you enjoy the abuse, Ahmelien? The one in front growled, as it crossed it's arms. Ahmelien rolled her eyes, taking a few steps towards the Werewolves. bYou know Grim, Coldtooth. She loves this lake.. And trouble is over. I killed the Vilefang. Go home, and get Astalia to meet me half way.b Ahmelien requested, as she slowly moved towards the woods, begging to her gods, that Coldtooth wouldn't question anything. But she could see in his face, that this wasn't the fact. Hrmph.. What on the moon, are you wearing, Grim? His eyes narrowed, as he slowly started walking towards Layla, hulking like the monster he was. Ahmelien sighed, looking towards Coldtooth, as she prepared an explanation. She found i.. Shut up, Ahm! Something isn't right here, and you know it.. Grim... Would've already changed into her feral form.. She is far too afraid of me, not to.. He gazed back towards Layla, with narrowed red eyes. The Werewolf had a scar over his right eye, and a chipped tooth, that made him look even more terrifying. You.. Aren't.. Grim.. Are you? He snarled, glaring towards the newly arrived. Ahmelien closed her eyes, with a heavy frown, starting to beg for her gods again, hoping Grim's beautiful sister, Layla, knew how to protect herself. At least, for the short time, it would take the heavy steps Ahmelien heard in the distance, to get over here.