LaceratedShame

 Yphera opened her mouth to reply, but she just couldn’t find the words to respond before the male pulled at her hand, guiding her across Scryer’s Tier. The city seemed so full of people, Alliance and Horde, all mulling around with little regard to one another. Her eyes kept flashing about the area, still amazed that the factions here were at some kind of strained peace… she could see the scowls on their faces when Alliance members looked at her. Their looks managed to make her shiver, their presence keeping her very on edge. She suddenly back pedaled when an armored griffon reared up in front of her and flew off, a night elf h

 Narak rubbed his eyes wearily, collapsing in the armchair in his room at the Scryers’ Inn. It’d been a long day… hell, it’d been a long few weeks. He had things to do in Outland, but during his free time, he traveled back to Azeroth, searching for a huntress that apparently didn’t want to be found. It seemed there were just too many blood elves traveling, too many females, too many places she could be. What’s worse, he felt the part of a fool for searching like this. He’s never needed anyone but himself. Well… until now, he supposed. He cursed under his breath at the futility of it all. This feeling

 The huntress Yphera sat quietly at the tavern in Lower City, idly staring at the glass of amber-colored drink that she had ordered ten minutes ago. She had only taken a single sip, finding its taste too strong and of no real comfort to her. She actually found more ease just staring at the potent drink, occasionally swirling the cup to watch the glossy liquor spin. Her eyes wandered over to her pet and partner who lie on the ground at her side; a great black lion she had named Sigma. The large cat lifted his head and returned her gaze. Though Sigma wasn’t a humanoid, it didn’t mean he couldn’t keenly sense the mood changes in h