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Forsaken at Heart	By : Amanita Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 2711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft or any of the WoW characters, story, world, or stuff within I and I make no money from this. OCs are mine. This is a work of fiction and relation to real life is coincidence.

Chapter List
- 1-Fjarnskaggl
- 2-Suffer Survive
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Disclaimer: I do not own Warcraft/World of Warcraft or any of the WoW characters, story, world, or stuff within I and I make no money from this. OCs are mine. This is a work of fiction and relation to real life is coincidence.

A/N: There’s an short excerpt from Before the Storm at the end to put Genn in more perspective for those who’re interested.

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“It is by suffering that human beings become angels.”-- Victor Hugo

But what of the demons?

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Chapter 2 Suffer Survive

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Only a few hours passed before Genn awoke. He immediately could tell that his wounds had closed and begun to heal. Whatever the Forsaken had done to treat them before he awoke to her treating him had worked fast, though the deeper tissue was still mending some. As he stirred Atalia immediately took notice.

She had cried for less than an hour and tried to break free from her bonds, with no success. She’d tried even bending her legs up to where her wrists met, but apparently years of some experience with military had left Genn with knowledge of knots and her completely stuck to the pole. It was also firmly stuck in the ground, too. Her elemental had been the one who ran it into the earth, something she regretted now. Atalia had also tried to call back her elemental, and even to resummon Ma’yat, but with her hands bound the way they were she couldn’t. She was a very stubborn and resilient person though, and tried for a couple hours… uselessly.

The knife used to cut bandages was way out of reach, at least two feet from where her feet were, but she even tried stretching herself to reach it. Then she finally recalled that her spell knife was on her belt, which was on her pants, and she tried to reach those with her toes. Her pants were only a foot from her toes, at least a part of them… She began doing that for the last couple hours when the Worgen finally stirred. She at first froze and then frantically stretched until her muscles and ligaments were at their limits and hurt badly, but her toes only came within perhaps five inches of the pants.

As the white furred man awoke and sat up, stretching he turned to see what the mage behind him was doing. She was… stretching… His eyes glanced down to her leg extending past her cloak and nearing her pants and then he spotted the dagger, glinting at the far end of them, just as she let out a groan and she relaxed, flopping hopelessly down on the bedroll. With a long leg he easily stretched, reaching them, and kicked her pants further out of her reach. She had gotten dangerously close to retrieving them… He had gotten a bit careless. Fury burst through him a moment as scenarios ran through his mind of what she could have done upon retrieving the knife… The dirty, rotting, undead would have cut herself loose and easily bound him and then decided to torture him… Or she could have simply killed him for revenge… She could have teleported them straight to the Undercity even...

He sighed and ran a hand through the fur atop his head as he looked down at her. She frowned at him, but it was a slight frown, he had after all said he was going to “sleep on it,” so she had taken him on his word. That was the reason… That naivety, that was it, that was what had made him so careless as to not notice that her pants were nearly within reach. It stirred something within him as he looked over her body, knowing it was only clothed with that cloak… Somehow he now doubted she would have harmed him if she had gotten the spell dagger.

“How do you feel?” She asked nervously. Atalia didn’t like the way he was looking at her… It was too much alike the way he had been looking when this all first began.

The urge to reply, ‘hungry’ was overwhelming, but too cliched. “I feel a lot better,” he admitted. His urges subsiding a bit. “Whatever you did seems to have helped quite a bit…”

“Good,” she smiled sweetly and genuinely. Regardless of whatever happened, she had saved a life. She had no regret about that. The familiar pangs of guilt dug at him for a moment, but it subsided quickly as he lied back down and nestled his face into the girl’s neck. He closed his eyes and smelled roses, a sweet herb… death and ichor…

The urge to follow with his plan stirred in his gut as he smelled. The motion though, it was merely snuggling-like to Atalia so she didn’t realize at first that there was an issue until he finally spoke.

“You smell so life-like…” the Worgen nudged at her neck with his muzzle and then licked softly. “But… you don’t taste it…” That rosey taste with sweet almonds… flesh, just plain flesh… but he could taste the taste of death.

The comment made her turn her face away from him, and she tried to wriggle her body away but he quickly wrapped a leg around one of her legs, pulling her to him and then into him. She gasped as she felt the contours of his body pressing against her… She only thanked the Light that she didn’t feel… well, anything else yet.

While he began to kiss and nip at her neck she struggled to ignore the sensations. Why did she take care of her skin?! Why did she take care of her hair?! If she just let herself rot and dry up, maybe this wouldn’t be happening… but she’d be falling apart… Ugh…!!! His right hand went round her right breast and she bit back a gasp, trying to reign in her reaction.

Soon he was rubbing her breast through her cloak and despite the thickness she could feel the sensation. It only made matters worse as he gently used the tips of his claws to run through it several times in various motions. Atalia writhed at the feeling, she just wanted it to stop, but it was beginning to feel good... When he suddenly yanked the material down, the coldness on her cool skin was an odd sensation. He moved his head down and soon she couldn’t help herself, she was breathing hard in ecstasy… He was licking and sucking on her left breast, but not touching the nipple, and rubbing her right breast in circles nearing the nipple, but not quite reaching it, and then going away from it. Quickly he moved his mouth onto the bluish tip and began to lick softly and she bit back a moan. Atalia hated herself that it was feeling good… She didn’t want any of this, but it was happening, and it was just made worse by the fact it felt good. She expected his right hand to finally begin to touch her right bud, but instead it pushed her cloak further down while moving his leg down, exposing more cool bluish flesh.

She was completely nude underneath… was he going to actually touch her?? She stiffened slightly in fear and forced her legs together. He wedged his soft white furry leg between her own white legs and she groaned in frustration. She was bound and he was ridiculously stronger and larger than her. He smirked briefly at her groan, but merely kept moving his right hand down and slowly began touching her hips. Atalia began to relax a bit as he did this… Then she trembled as he flitted across a ticklish spot.

He stopped the ministration at her breast and dared to look her in the face again, “Just try to relax…” His eyes met hers for several moments of silence before she finally nodded, very slightly. He was trying not to hurt her, but he was going to do this… He was more partially concerned that as an undead if she weren’t aroused she might leak ichor all over him, but he said nothing about that and smiled slightly, his eyes faltering away from hers a moment, as he finally lowered his hand from her hips to between her forcefully spread legs.She glared at him. He felt her press them together against his right leg, hard, and he smirked. As his hand reached her nether lips he was surprised that there was no hair, but he shrugged it off and grinned as he felt how wet she was already on the outside.

She turned her face away, no longer able to bravely glare at his smirks as he pressed a clawed digit carefully between her outer lips. Again the concern of making her bleed out ichor came across his mind and he finally said, “Tell me if it hurts, I don’t normally do this as a Worgen…”

“Change back then,” she hissed quietly.

“I’m still too weak,” he admitted, a bit ashamed. But, raping her as a Worgen would only add to her embarrassment… He ran the finger up slightly and then down, spreading her, feeling her out before pressing into her slightly. He heard her bite out a gasp. Atalia was shocked at the sensation and that it actually was slightly painful to be actually penetrated if only by a single digit. This wasn’t how she had expected such a thing to feel.

“I-it hurts…” she sighed out softly before he had entered even halfway. He had been careful with his claw, it didn’t feel like it was pressing firmly on her flesh, but she was insanely tight. Feeling her squeezing around him so hard he was beginning to feel turned on.

Any thoughts about her lying about being a virgin were dismissed from his head as he shook it. “I mean from my claw,” he smiled a bit amused. “You’re too tight, I need to loosen you.”

“Wh-what?!” she exclaimed nervously, her eyes going wide she stared at him.

He took that moment to swiftly press the large finger as deep as he could manage into her, making her gasp out and arch her back slightly. He felt a single spasm around it and he raised an eyebrow with another grin, “Unless you want me to fuck you like this… as tight as you are… my dear.” He pressed his finger up and into where most girls’ special spots usually were and he heard another intake of breath come from her. She was staring at him, wide-eyed and breathing hard now. “It might feel good for me, but not for you…” he admitted, withdrawing his finger slowly, and carefully, pressing so the claw would not rend her insides. Hearing his words struck her hard and made her realize that she was walking a razor’s edge with this man’s cruelty level...

“F-f-fine…” she admitted, closing her eyes. A couple tears fell and he reconsidered fully raping the girl. Maybe humiliating her was enough… But it was for Liam. It was to avenge his dear boy, and not just him, this would be for Varian, for Gilneas.

At the thoughts of his child, Genn lashed out at the poor girl beneath him, “Your body acts so human… And you mimic human emotions so well for something not human…” He growled, plunging his finger into her again, but this time she was less relaxed and he regret his words. But as he moved his finger back out he moved it upwards towards her clit and she immediately lurched. Atalia had been trying not to react to his ministrations, but even she had never touched herself here. She hadn’t even known about here! It was so sensitive by this point that soon her body was relaxing as he gently rubbed it. It felt amazing! She tried not to enjoy it, but it was impossible… She let out a soft moan. Oh… inexperienced shy girls… a lot are easy to get off this way, he thought. But he stopped before she came near her apex.

When he removed his hand, her eyes opened and she looked at him curiously… He had pushed her off the edge before, why not now? Then it became all to apparent as he moved himself between her legs, having to force himself there, once again.

“Please don’t do this,” she asked again, like it was a sacred mantra that might somehow work. Genn smiled sadly at her and merely pushed her knees apart. She tried to squeeze against his hands that were holding her knees open and then he let them go as he went to remove his underpants. “Please, you really can stop now…”

“If you keep squeezing your legs, it’ll hurt you a lot,” was his only reply to her. He was unreadable to her, except that it was clear that he was unreachable most of the time, except when one thing had come up.

“Please! I’m younger than your son was! You’re a father… how can you-” his underclothes came off his feet right as her question was cut off.

“Quiet!” He snarled loudly at her. “I was willing to be gentle with you, to try to spare you some pain, but I’m going to just fuck you, you sorry excuse for a creature! You’re not even alive! You don’t deserve my pity!” He shoved her legs apart again.

Atalia let out a sob, partly as what he was doing, partly at his words, and partly as her eyes fell upon his large pink dick that was now mostly unsheathed. It was way too large to fit properly she thought to herself. It was going to tear her flesh for sure!!

“You don’t deserve my guilt!” He barked out, furiously, moving to position himself so he could enter her. He had been going to perhaps try a bit more foreplay, but if she wanted to play, he was ready to play! Genn used his right hand to position himself and left to keep her lower hips down, and thus keep her from kicking, now that he had let her legs free again. He then felt himself at her entrance…

The girl’s flesh was all mostly cool, but it was a bit warmer here… he pressed and he heard her let out a cry as he shoved himself in only a couple inches. The look on her face was one of sheer pain and horror and it was delicious… He pulled out and then pushed back in, just as quickly and firmly of a thrust, making her cry out again close her eyes, but this time it was more loud. He felt the tissue inside of her tear and he grinned savagely down at her as he mounted her properly, feeling himself become more turned on, and sinking in deeper as he did so. She turned her face away as he leaned over her.

This was hurting more than she had ever imagined that it would. As the Worgen pushed in deeper all she could do was turn away to try to hide her face from him to hide that she was in so much agony. She wanted him to stop so badly, but he kept his motions into her. She could feel that she was bleeding, stinging, aching, and it was just beginning...

“I wonder if you can heal that with your Forsaken potions?” he cruelly growled into her ear as he pulled out. The poor girl under him let out a sob and kept her face turned from him. Her hands bound, he reached a hand down and continued touching her clit as he pulled out of her. To his surprise he smelled blood, old dead blood, but blood, and he pushed back inside of her, trying to not give it much thought.

Her oddly cool flesh was the tightest that he could recall ever partaking in, and she was squeezing him so tautly it was an almost maddening sensation. He’d heard of cooling potions being used for sex to make it more pleasurable… perhaps this was why… Even undead, she was still very soft and moist, too. Her tightness combined with how damp she was from what he did to her earlier seemed to urge him to roughly shove into her a few times and savor the feeling, disregarding the whimpers she elicited. He kept a fast and hard pace for a bit before he leaned down and bit at her neck a bit harder than he had before. With her head turned to the side, it was wide open. The Worgen had to be careful not to puncture her skin, though, as he didn’t want to taste what might be lurking under the undead’s skin...

As Genn pulled out once more, and more slowly pushed into her, savoring the sensation of her tight flesh against his… At his sudden slowing of pace the girl twitched beneath him and let out a shuddering breath. The slower movement… it actually felt… good to her, with the combination of him touching her sensitive bundle of flesh still...

He couldn’t help but smile, the creature was awake still… He continued to touch her clit and gently pulled out and then pushed back into her and she let out a slight moan before she managed to cut it off. The Worgen studied the side of her face, it was flushed and she was now biting her lip as he slowly and now gently continued his pace, still nursing the swollen nub of flesh in her nether region. Atalia tried to fight it, but she felt herself rising to the apex... None of the pleasure she was now feeling was helped by the fact that he had almost gotten her to orgasm and then denied it to her before beginning his assault.

He pushed into a bit harder her, arching his hips upwards a bit to rub her G-spot and she let out a surprised groan before he felt what he expected… tight spasms around his cock. He pressed deeper into her, and gently rubbed her clit, letting the girl ride out her orgasm with quiet gasps. She didn’t arch her back this time and he was a bit disappointed, but he enjoyed the sensation of her coming around him.

When he pulled out a bit, Genn grinned that she was now as tight as when he’d first entered. As he penetrated her again she didn’t seem pained though, so he increased his pace. “Good girl…” He whispered thrusting into her particularly hard, earning a quiet moan from the girl. She kept her face turned from him, more tears at her eyes… It was clear, he had broken her. Part of him wanted to stop or perhaps at least untie her and maybe gentle his movements, but another part, a primal part kept him going. She was so soft, tight, smooth, cool, and he leaned down into her neck and kissed it gently, trying to comfort her. He kept his pace quick, though, while he gently kissed at the girl’s net and shoulder, resisting the urge to bite it hard. To her the action was far from comforting, and she just wished he would finish with her… As he smelled her hair deeply he couldn’t control the urge any longer and he bit into her flesh again, this time harder, careful not the break it, where her shoulder and neck met, making her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, much to his enjoyment.

As he pushed in after biting her, he finally fully hilted himself to a bulge at the base of his penis, she finally reacted with a slight groan of pain. It sung to him as he withdrew and considered trying to knot the girl, while he pushed into her again, hitting his knot once more. He finally earned a cry of pain from her before she bit down on her lower lip again, still refusing to look at him. Anger welled inside of him again.

“Look at me and I won’t knot you,” he warned, coldly. Atalia winced as he once more pressed into her and he warningly pushed deeply before she quickly turned and looked over at him. He raised himself from off her neck and looked into her sad eyes and managed a couple more hard thrusts into her, his knot hitting her each and every time, earning a wince of pain from her. Then he felt it, a swelling and he withdrew slightly before beginning to thrust harder and with more earnest. But, she was meeting his gaze, so he made sure to not hilt himself again, which in the heat of the moment, it was difficult to fight his lupine instincts...

The old wolf was breathing heavily, and he felt himself engorge slightly while still inside the girl beneath him. He leaned down into her sweet smelling hair as he began to cum, resisting the urge to pound ruthlessly into the girl until he felt himself swell tight into her, but he knew he shouldn’t do it… Then he pulled out slightly to push back into her one more time, earning pained whimpers from the child as she could tell this was it, and she was sore and bleeding. There were no hands in his fur as he came, either. He wasn’t able to get his partner to climax as he did, this wasn’t how he usually enjoyed himself… His own apex was soon over after many tense seconds of him breathing in her sweet scent. He could only nip on her neck and try to ignore her quiet weeping... As Genn finally pulled out of her, he looked to her and found her wide eyed and with tear-stained cheeks. Light blue bite marks were beginning to mar her neck where he had bitten her in the heat of the moment and her beautiful dark red hair was still silken and curly but in desperate need of combing.

He was panting slightly now that it was all over, and he rolled over to her right side again, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close to him. It was still dark outside, but dawn pearled the sky. As it became apparent that he was now done with his assault, Atalia relaxed some. The worst had to be over, or so she hoped.

“Could you give me my cloak back?” she asked, quietly.

Genn grunted slightly but reached over and took her cloak and draped it over her before snuggling into her body again, wrapping his right leg around hers and wrapping his right arm around her shoulders, playing with her hair slightly. His breathing was slow and deep. Atalia thought perhaps he was beginning to doze off when half an hour of silence had passed but he finally spoke.

“I am sorry about this…” Greymane said to her quietly. He had been enjoying merely holding her soft body, one that shouldn’t be so soft and supple… smell so sweet and lifelike. “Run back to your queen. Tell her what an old white wolf did to you. Give her the details. Tell her this was revenge against one of her children.”

She felt part of her heart break. That this had all been about revenge was only the more hurtful. Would Sylvanas honestly even remember some random Worgen? Atalia wondered. She didn’t voice it. Sylvanas probably would remember Atalia though, from before... She merely nodded and watched as the mostly white Worgen began to redress into his bloody clothing.. His muscles large and powerful, soon again covered by more than just skin and fur. As he shrugged into his thick dark brown coat she wondered if he was going to leave her tied up or risk cutting her loose.

The same consideration seemed to cross his mind as he looked at her, completely helpless, tied to the pole still. He went and took her spell dagger from her pants and threw it off a considerable distance before then taking the knife she’d used to cut bandages and moving back towards her to free her. She at least assumed it was to finally cut her loose, not kill her, having thrown her spell dagger so far. As he cautiously reached over and began to cut the ties on her wrists she sighed with relief still. Then she immediately began to move her hands and wrists around, stretching them, as they’d gotten very uncomfortable. But, it was nothing compared to the aching between her legs.

“The spell dagger is maybe 30 yards in that direction,” Genn told her, pointing off to his left. He was then standing outside of the tent. “I’m taking the knife, for some sort of protection.”

“It’s yours,” she replied. “It’d be a shame for you to die after me saving you, after all…” The words weren’t said with malice or mal-intent, but she truly meant them and he could tell this and it made him feel horrible. His ears went back slightly. Her gentle and sweet smile did not help matters, either. It stung his heart as he turned away from the girl, hopefully to never see her again.

He headed up the hillside as fast as he could manage with his hurt leg, from there he could get his bearings… That left Atalia alone, and finally free. She firstly summoned Ma’yat. Her arcane elemental came obediently when commanded, now that she was clear-headed, and she chastised it for abandoning her. The creature merely stared at her and then made a chiming sound before it began to patrol around the camp. With a sighing huff the Forsaken began to pick up a piece of cotton and carefully clean herself. In between her legs was white sticky liquid, dark red blood, and some ichor. Cautiously she tried putting some potion on the area there, but it offered no relief, as it’d been designed for living tissue. She picked up her underclothes and put them back on. Thankfully those were both in two pieces. Her chest piece on the other hand was not whole… It was broken in the back, the leather bands torn, stretched until snapped in multiple places. She then put her cloak on properly, frowning that the buttons had been torn.

Clad only in her panties, bra, and wrapped in cloak, Atalia began to try retying the broken ties of leather in the back of her chest piece. Then she tried to put it back on. It sort-of fit. It barely covered her chest, and it was nearly falling off her shoulders. Also now without her shirt, her entire torso was now bare, much to her chagrin. She then went and began to pack what was left of the clean bandages and the potion in the tent and other nearby items up. As she went to move she found a deep and searing pain in between her legs. It had gone from dull and aching to killing her just from her trying to walk! She suddenly doubled over, just outside her tent, as she was reaching for her pants, groaning in pain… The undead girl gave herself several minutes curled up on her bedroll before she finally went to reach for the pants again, this time crawling over the dirt to get them. As she stood to put them on, she winced at the sharp jolts of agony awoken by the movements.

The Worgen had set out to hurt her, and he had indeed done so… She nervously glanced at the cotton she’d used to clean herself with and the worrying amount of fresh ichor mixed with the old dead blood. Any idea of actually telling anyone to ask for Healing scared her, though. Even as she had pleaded with him and tried to dissuade him, she hadn’t even mentioned the most pressing and horrific fact that might have actually stopped him… She’d already been molested before as a child. That it had happened all over again had crushed her soul into tiny pieces…

Well, if I have a soul still that is, as a Forsaken, she thought bitterly. But, she had not dared to ever tell anyone of what transpired when she was just a mere child and youth, she couldn’t bare the first person to ever learn about it would be someone to newly assault her. As she tried to pack up the camp she moved slowly and carefully, the pain between her legs hindering her.

“Ma’yat!” She yelled out for her elemental. It came into her vision within moments. “Go look for my spell dagger, it’s off in that direction,” she pointed off the direction it had been thrown. The creature nodded to its master before it wandered off where she had pointed. Atalia felt some annoyance that she now had easy control over the creature given that things had calmed down. She’d have to work on stress training with controlling elementals at a later time… But she had been aware of the challenges when she’d decided to study Arcane magicks versus Frost or Fire.

Atalia felt the need to try to hike back to the flight point to try to cover up what had happened, and not teleport back… She considered teleporting back, but it might raise questions as to first why she’d teleported and then immediately once she was limping, she knew that it’d raise an alarm. Hiking might give her a chance to recover some. But, soon it became apparent that she wouldn’t be able to carry everything that she had carried up to the campsite back to the flight location she had hiked from, at least not with her injuries. The fresh urge to cry came over her, but she fought it back and determinedly pushed it away and ground her teeth, ignoring the pain as she tightly began to bind up her bedroll, rolling it up snugly. She managed to sling it on her sore back, her two bags, and her kettle she picked up before she lifted the final bag of herbs. She considered having Ma’yat carry the rest, but she wanted him burden-free incase he was needed. The weight pressed down on her and irritated her groin, but she ignored it as she began to walk off in the direction of where her dagger had been thrown. Atalia was leaving behind her tent, flint, a pot, and a small chair back at the campsite. She could always replace the items that she chose to leave.

She then wound up joining her companion in looking for her dagger. After a good twenty minutes of searching grasses and rocks she finally found the dagger. It was wedged blade-into-ground behind a small bush of Fjarnskaggl. She frowned as she knew that it would take a long time or magical intervention to get the smell of the unpleasant and fragrant plant off the hilt of the thing, now… But she was glad to have her dagger back. As she called out for Ma’yat to come back, they finally began to hike back down towards where the flight point was. By this time the sun was already up, although not too far above the horizon. She began to comb through her hair with her hands and straighten her clothes best she could without a mirror.

The hike was tough while able-bodied, and dodging sharp jagged rocks, moving around large boulders in the path, and avoiding foliage in the way made the way even more arduous as walking was excruciating to Atalia at the moment especially while burdened so. She was trying to be careful but she managed to trip over a rock while walking and nearly fell, but Ma’yat caught her.

Her hands had flown to instinctively cover her face and torso, and the elemental was holding her arms. It gently set her back upright and she quietly said, “Thank you…” It indifferently chimed in return.

As she continued down the path pain soon began to come to her arms, shoulders, and her back, too. She suspected that being bound in such a position for so long had affected her, despite not being truly alive. Her muscles might not grow, but the ligaments could still grow stiff or overstretched… Atalia finally wound up asking Ma’yat to carry her larger bags, kettle, and bedroll, leaving her carrying her herbs. Eventually the pain was becoming too much for her, and she had to take a break and so she sat down on a large boulder and she couldn’t help herself from crying again.

The young Forsaken woman was wracked with dry sobs, her tears having finally mostly dried up by this point, and that only made her cry harder for a moment. She gave herself only perhaps ten minutes to rest before she set off limping down the mountain again… Then they were to set off up another mountain and she cursed loudly… A large cliff curved around it, and she needed to go around the cliff and then there would finally be a footpath, but this mountain was even taller than the one she had just climbed down. As she began to climb up the sun was slowly slinking up the sky…

It was perhaps just before noon when she spotted a figure rounding the top of the cliff and heading down and towards her. She froze as she studied it… Her eyes weren’t very sharp compared to some races, but the figure had purplish skin… and no horns… It was clearly a Night Elf then, and given the slim shape, a female. She was wearing light colored robes and Atalia slumped down to the ground in a mix of fear and relief as she noticed it. She had to be a priest, perhaps she could ask for healing? But maybe the Alliance member would see an undead creature and decide to put her out of her misery… At this point she would welcome either equally. Elves were particularly unnerved by her kind, so she contemplated trying to hide, but as she frantically glanced around, there was clearly no place to hide.

When she went to glance back upwards she saw the elf alert and she’d raised her staff. She was beginning to hurry her pace down the mountainside. Atalia realized that she was now probably in danger from the likely-priest. She didn’t order Ma’yat to attack though, and told him, “Stay back unless I’m actually hit by something or you see a spell.” It chimed in acknowledgement.

By the time the elf was in range Atalia was trembling and trying not to cry again. The Forsaken already felt utter defeat at her situation, and her body was aching and sore, her soul in pieces… The elf looked alarmed and ready to pounce on her. Atalia considered just dismissing Ma’yat, but some part of her still desired to keep pushing through… Her teacher was expecting her back after all. He’d be so worried if she never returned after going out to simply gather herbs and enjoy nature for a few days! The Night Elf slowed her approach and lowered her staff cautiously as she realized that Atalia was not sending her elemental in her direction or attacking her with any sort of spell… and she was still sitting on the ground. Carefully she walked down towards the Forsaken, eyeing the clearly younger girl with suspicion.

When she got nearer, the elf noticed the Forsaken’s somewhat disheveled state. Her hair was messy, despite it looking to be clean and long and soft- unlike most undead, and there were dark blue-green marks ringed around her wrists. Her cloak was somewhat dirty and hanging open slightly, its buttons torn off. She appeared nearly on the verge of tears watching the older woman approach her and Kenterray noted that her chest armor was sliding off her shoulder slightly, where she saw more blue-green dots marring the light bluish white flesh where it met her neck. Clearly she’d been attacked… The younger girl seemed to notice that her chest was visible and immediately pulled her cloak tightly closed to cover up everything but her arms.

“Are you alright?” the elf asked after the two were staring silently at one another for several minutes.

Atalia struggled to her feet, making the other woman raise her staff cautiously, but the undead girl finally replied after a moment with her own question, “Could you Heal me?”

Kenterray studied the girl carefully, concerned slightly. She was not only Horde, but an undead… Yet, she was aware the Light was supposed to heal such unfortunate creatures. It looked like perhaps she could have been tortured, but her cloak covered everything except her arms and above her neckline. She weighed her duty to help and to the Light and that this perhaps outweighed her duty to the Alliance, and besides, she was a young child compared to herself, so she acquiesced. Finally she nodded.

“Thank you,” the younger woman nearly sobbed, grateful. Atalia dropped the bag of herbs where she stood.

“Yes, well, come here, child,” Kenterray replied, gesturing for the girl to come to her. She felt troubled as she noticed a considerable limp, but shook it off. “Let me see your injuries.”

“Wh-what?” the girl before her paused a few feet away, frozen in place, her green glowing eyes growing wide. “You can’t just wave a hand over me…?”

“...It works best when I can see and touch what I’m healing,” the elf replied somewhat annoyed. “You asked me to heal you, after all… If it’s rotting or missing flesh, don’t be concerned, I’ve been around Forsaken before.” She didn’t mention that she didn’t care to be around them, as they unnerved her deeply… She was also not looking forward to touching the wounds of one… ugh, leaking ichor…

“No, it’s not like that...” Atalia replied quietly, she sat upon a boulder behind her and looked up at the elf pleadingly. “I… I mean you said, best… So it can work if you don’t touch then?”

“For internal wounds you heal from the general area, so yes,” Kenterray answered patiently, frowning. The younger girl was looking at the ground and pulled her cloak tighter around herself.

“Okay… it’s something like that mostly,” she replied.

Kenterray was at first confused. The girl was limping, how could it be anything internal causing that? Then it dawned on her… the pieces to the puzzle… Bruises on her wrists like...she had been bound, maybe even binding of some sort on her neck, or some sort of torture there… The state of her hair and clothing... Disgust on many levels washed over her as she realized what had happened to the girl. The elf felt horror that someone would actually want to force themselves upon an undead, but even more revulsion and anger that someone would assault the young girl so brutally. She literally was having trouble walking! Kenterray nervously bit her lip as she closed the distance between the two and she said a prayer to Elune before she dared to touch the girl.

Gently and warily she touched the girl’s shoulder, making Atalia flinch slightly. “Please, try to be at ease, girl… I won’t hurt you…”

The words were enough to send her over the edge and soon the Forsaken girl let a couple tears fall, somehow she managed to find a few more inside her. Kenterray had been alive during many wars, she had seen rape victims, and helped them before, so she let the girl cry and cautiously put an arm around her. Soon she had the girl she hadn’t wanted to even touch even slightly crying into her shoulder. She tried to put her uneasy feelings aside as she ran her fingers through the girl’s extremely soft curly dark red hair… It was so odd for a Forsaken, usually their hair was dirty and clotted with blood and ichor or at least limp and dry or short. She wondered if the girl magically did something to keep it so naturally life-like… Even her scent, she didn’t reek of rot… If anything she smelled of... Fjarnskaggl and roses… the first being somewhat unpleasant, and pungent. She bit back a smile. There were worse things to smell of.

Finally Atalia stifled her crying and sat upright away from the elf. She hadn’t actually shed many tears this time, but it had felt good to cry and be comforted by someone. “I’m sorry… but thank you.”

“It’s alright, girl.” Kenterray smiled gently, looking down at the girl’s glowing green eyes. Another odd feature, the elf noticed… green.

“Atalia,” the girl told her. She was aware elves could live for thousands of years, but after what had happened, it was unnerving to be called girl.

“I’m Kenterray,” the elf nodded. “How about we start by healing your wrists first?”

“I didn’t even realize…” A bluish blush formed across the younger girl’s face and she moved her hands to look down at her wrists. Kenterray was surprised that the Forsaken was actually able to blush… It reminded her of a pale Draenei.

Swiftly the Night Elf moved a hand over the girl’s wrists while they were out in front of her body and took her other hand and moved it below. She was a bit bothered by just how cool the flesh beneath her skin was, but it was unusually soft and smooth. Somehow she wondered if she had to worry about flakey skin more than the girl before her as she quickly said a prayer to the Light to heal the girl’s wrists before her. Then she smiled kindly at the girl, earning a smile in return.

For being undead, she had a sweet smile… It was also nice to see that hadn’t been stolen from her. “Could you take off your cloak so I can see if you have any other bruises?” Kent gestured at her neck, and this elicited another blush from the girl.

“Is my neck bruised?” Atalia asked hesitantly, her voice extremely quiet.

Kent felt a bit abashed, and smiled weakly in sadness. She wasn’t sure if it was because the undead couldn’t feel sensation as well, or because she simply couldn’t see where the small circle abrasions were… “Yes, there are little bruises that look like stippling of some sort…” She answered. What on earth had caused it? She wondered.

The answer only made the young girl blush deeper, but she dropped her cloak off her shoulders. The elf saw the stipping-like marks all along her neck, but noticed on the girl’s right shoulder an almost oval set that looked like… a bite mark from an animal… “Oh Elune have mercy…”

Earlier in the day she had been concerned when an injured Worgen had passed her way and asked if she had directions, or preferably a hearthstone for his use. What had raised her concern more was that it had been Genn Greymane of all people, out in the middle of Stormheim, blood soiling his iconic dark brown coat, and he had a considerable limp. She had recognized him, despite him being in wolf form, which perhaps some would not have… Kenterray had gladly been willing to let not only an injured ally, but a King who had brought his people to refuge in her home of Teldrassil, merely use her hearth to there.

Now that it was becoming clear, or at least likely, that the poor Forsaken girl before her had been attacked by a Worgen, the Night Elf felt sick to her stomach. Well… surely there could be other Worgen out and about in the area… she tried to convince herself. In the last few days she had run into other Forsaken, much to their misfortune..

“He didn’t break the skin did he?!” Atalia asked, concerned, looking down to her shoulder as the woman beside her fingered the bitemark gently. Unfortunately Atalia couldn’t quite see where he had left his final mark on her, and she furrowed her brow with concern that her skin might now be unhealable.

“No, no… But… bite marks,” Kenterray answered slowly, disgusted. “I could tell an animal did this to you, but... “ She trailed off, leaving it unsaid. He had been a Worgen, he hadn’t been in his human form… Atalia looked down and flinched as the Light once again flooded her body and healed her neck and sore shoulders and back. The sting across her body was odd, but afterwards she felt immense relief finally in her entire upper half and she sighed happily.

“Thank you..” she cooed. “I was tied up for hours, that feels so much better.” She finally divulged, rolling her shoulders, now that they were no longer stiff. The elf frowned at her cheery disposition at the situation and then looked over the girl’s upper torso for any more visible wounds and thankfully saw none.

“Atalia, you don’t have to remove your pants, but you need to tell me where all you are hurt…” The elf wondered if perhaps maybe she was limping from her legs being tied up, too, but much to her suspicion the girl blushed and shook her head.

“It’s only… well… Like I said, sorta internal,” the undead explained nervously.

“Okay, let me just place my hand at your lower abdomen then,” Kenterray good-heartedly said. “That should be very effective in… undoing damage.”

“Alright,” came the reply as Atalia leaned backwards, exposing her flat and smooth stomach. Kenterray was somewhat surprised overall at the fact that the young Forsaken’s flesh seemed to be intact over-all and showed little to no sign of decomposition. Part of her was deeply surprised that she appeared to be a risen human and not an elf, she’d thought only Sylvanas's rangers were in such good condition.

The elf placed a bare hand upon her stomach, right below her belly-button and then prayed to the Light to Heal the unfortunate creature beside her of the damage done by that… animal of a man… The Light came and shone brighter than it had before and it stung more this time too, making Atalia hiss slightly as she felt it rush through her. Afterwards she felt somewhat heady… her senses all were on edge and sharpened.

“How do you feel, Atalia? Are you okay?” Kenterray asked, slightly concerned. Her other hand was now at the young girl’s back, as she almost had fallen off the rock.

“Oh… wow… I just got a bit dizzy…” Atalia admitted. “Sorry, Holy powers make me a bit light-headed at times…”

The priest smiled at the girl and removed her hand from her stomach. “The concerns of your race I suppose… How are you now, otherwise?”

The girl shook her head briefly and quickly assessed herself. The gnawing ache between her legs was now gone, and overall she felt quite well physically… She even had a bit of a feeling of peace and well-being, she guessed at being Healed with Holy powers, but it was comforting nonetheless. “I feel a lot better. I think I can hike back to the flight point now, no problem.”

Kenterray bit her lip nervously at the idea of the girl going all the way there alone. “You can’t teleport? You have no hearth?”

“Not on me,” Atalia admitted. “I left it back in Dalaran. I uh… I came out here to hike and pick Fjarnskaggl. I didn’t expect to rescue a Worgen and have this entire mess happen. I also don’t know specific teleporting… only certain points. My Dalaran point would bring me right to my teacher’s sanctum, and I don’t want him to think anything is up...” Despite her words the young girl smiled weakly.

“Why did you rescue him?” Kenterray asked curiously as the Forsaken finally stood up and stretched.

The girl picked up her cloak and put it back on, covering her now ill-fitting chest piece while she replied, “Well, you helped me..” She then turned and began to walk towards the discarded bag of pungent herbs, “I even told him that if I were hurt I’d hope that someone would come to my aid if I needed it, and look, here you are. You didn’t attack me, you actually helped me.”

Thoughts ran through Kenterray’s head, she had probably helped the girl’s attacker, too… Elune bless the poor child. Had she dared to tell him such a thing before or after he committed such an atrocity to her? Finally the guilt of her knowledge made her speak, “You can use my Dalaran hearthstone if it helps.”

“Really? Oh Light that’s sweet! I just want to get home… maybe I should just teleport.” Atalia turned to her and smiled, slinging the bag of herbs onto her back.

“You… you should tell someone at the Kirin Tor guard what happened,” Kenterray reluctantly said as Atalia approached the elf again.

The undead girl froze in her tracks and stared at the elder woman in horror at the idea. The Worgen’s words of wanting her to tell ‘her queen’, echoed in her mind for a moment and she frowned. “I… I really don’t think anyone would even believe me.”

Kenterray looked the girl evenly in the eyed and told her, “Even a king is not beyond reproach in such a heinous crime, Atalia. Such figures should set examples… I would be more than happy to offer my word that I saw him in the area. I could corroborate your story.”

The words felt like a punch to her gut. “K-king?” Atalia squeaked out, shocked. At hearing what the elf said, she felt sick to her stomach. Some of it made more disgusting sense to her. Why he had urged her to take the news of what he had done personally to Sylvanas herself, the Banshee Queen had killed his son in Gilneas… Recently she was aware the Warchief was blamed for Varian’s death, too, but she honestly did not know the truth herself. The only thing Atalia really knew of the disagreements between the factions as of late were rumors she would hear in the spare moments she might go to the taverns in Dalaran.

Worry crossed the Night Elf’s face as she realized that the girl must not have recognized her attacker in his Worgen form, but it wasn’t extremely uncommon she was sure. The coward hadn’t even identified himself in the hours he had held her though, and it bothered her. She was quite aware of what the Forsaken had done to Gilneas, unleashing scourge upon their now broken city-state… Had it been all an act of revenge? She wondered if the girl was perhaps part of the offensive that was located nearby, but dismissed it. She was a mage, she had mentioned Dalaran as home…

“I… I am aware that there is fighting between Gilneans and Forsaken right now, but,” the elf paused, trying to word herself carefully. “What happened to you was past warfare… You should consider reporting to the Kirin Tor…”

This only made Atalia laugh bitterly. “I have to work with those people…” she shook her head. “Do you know how chatty mages and magical folk are?”

The older woman had lived many, many years, so yes, she had met some along the way. She had become somewhat aware of the propensity of Mages to develop a bit of a habit for gossip, though it was usually not out of malice and usually about some new and exciting spell or discovery… The point was not lost on her, though. “Well… If you should ever change your mind… It will take time for that to heal. You one day may decide to speak up, and my offer still will stand.”

“Thank you for everything, Kenterray,” the girl nodded her head forward slightly.

“Ah… before I let you go anywhere, let me fix your hair,” the elf motioned for her to sit down while she sat up straight and took a comb out from the small pouch at her side. A slight blush crossed the girl’s features at the comment, but she sat down and let her hair be combed out. Soon it was once in order again, just as soft as elf’s own hair. “Now, you look just fine.”

“Thank you again,” Atalia smiled as she turned to face the Night Elf. “Um, I have a question for you… What would you think if an acolyte came home early from gathering herbs? And missing a lot of supplies?”

“Well, it would depend on if there was a reasonable answer to go with it. I would expect at least some sort of explanation unfortunately,” came the careful answer with a gentle smile.

“Well, I finished my herb gathering early… I suppose I could just explain that I was attacked and leave it at that,” Atalia smiled. “I don’t have to go into details… I just… I don’t relish the idea of keeping such things from my teacher.”

“Although I urge you to seek justice, you should only do so if you feel comfortable enough to,” Kent smiled gently. “And I hope that one day you will feel so… I do not mean to pressure you, but… I wonder if perhaps in such an act you would be the sole victim.”

The younger woman felt slightly sick at the idea, but the things that the Worgen had said to her made her have doubts that he might ever even be able to lay a finger upon another undead unless it was to tear them apart. “With some of the comments that he made about the Forsaken, I’m not sure he’d even be able to even shake the hand of one of us.”

“Well, you are unusually… pretty for one of your people,” the elf replied. She shook her head and then looked the other girl over. “Actually you are simply attractive for a human… That you’re undead is the unusual part… I just… may I ask how…? I thought only the rangers of the Dark Lady looked like you do…”

“Oh…” Atalia looked off into the distance. “It’s a long story in all, but, after I died my body was preserved magically is the gist of it… But, even having been preserved, some are given new life shortly after death and they wither easily because they take no care over themselves. I do. It’s really not difficult.”

“I see, well,” Kenterray nodded, “That makes sense… Well, Atalia, also, if you’re teacher does show concern for you over showing up early and without your belongings… Maybe consider telling the truth… I’ve been a teacher before, I am sure that you can trust them.”

“My teacher is… well, he’s a male… And it’s complicated. He’d probably want to report what happened, too,” Atalia finally returned her gaze back to meet the Night Elf.

“Well, if you wind up consoling in him, tell him what I told you, that you need to wait until you yourself feel comfortable with seeking out justice…” Kenterray’s eyes narrowed slightly as she added, “But do consider, perhaps not your race, but someone with enough anger to do something so vile and so violent might perpetuate such an act again… Especially if they know they can get away with it.”

“I suppose I will just teleport back after all… even if it raises questions… Thank you Kenterray.” The Forsaken then stood up. “Ma’yat! Come on, we’re going!” The elemental made a noise and came over to where the two women were. The elf also stood and nodded and smiled as the girl spoke. “Thank you again… again.” The undead then put her hands in front of her and motioned out runes in the air, “Dalaran ‘al ‘Violet.”

In an instant a shimmering portal sizzled into realization limned with a bluish glow. It was large, tall enough for the elemental to pass through, and on the other side was what looked like a large library filled with countless books and many tables covered with many papers, all overcast in purple glow. The Forsaken waved a silent goodbye as she walked thru the portal followed by her summoned creature and then it winked out of existence.

Now the elf was alone in Stormheim… with only her Dalaran hearthstone. She’d given her other one to Greymane after all, thinking him some poor wounded victim of a Forsaken attack, not an attacker. She had come out here planning to go back home immediately tomorrow, but now she’d have to go thru Dalaran and use a portal home from there. But, she had had no idea about the increased Forsaken activity until she had passed through the area and found several hostile ones over the past couple days… She just hoped after this last encounter she wouldn’t wind up in another battle to the death against the Horde members as she had been forced to kill one already and leave another she assumed gravely injured. Oh well… She’d just have to hoof it for now and hope she wouldn’t come across any more so hostile. If only they could all be so kind as the last she had run into.

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Now, proof that Genn Greymane really hates Forsaken… in response to seeing Alonsus Faol in person, as a Forsaken. An excerpt from Before the Storm.

“You’ve gone too far, Anduin Wrynn,” Greymann snarled. “How dare you bring this thing into the Cathedral of Light! You’re chasing this distorted ideal of what peace really is. And now you’ve that here.”
His voice shook. “Alonsus Faol was my friend. He was Turalyon’s friend. We’d accepted that he was gone. He was buried at Faol’s Rest. Why are you doing this to us?”
Anduin didn’t flinch. He had been expecting this reaction. When he got no response, Greymane turned on the source of his loathing.
“Have you got the boy under some sort of spell, wretch?” he bellowed. “I know that there are priests who can do that sort of thing. Let Anduin go, get out of here, and I will not rip that putrid corpse of yours to shreds.
“You chose this… this shambling existence. You chose to be this creature of nightmares. And you have to know what’s happened to me. To my people. What yours did to me and how much I loathe what you’ve become. If you had any decency, any respect for those you once called friends, you’d have hurled yourself into the fire during your first Hallow’s End and spared us all this!”
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…….. “I do so because you are a monstrosity! Because your people are an abomination and should never have been created!”

----From Before the Storm. It is a fantastic book! Really, really, you should check it out! I got an awesome signed copy *heart* I love it.
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