Feral ch.1The raging wind spread the scent of blood far and wide through the woods of Silverpine, enough to draw unwanted attention. As the wolves drew closer to the corpse they stopped dead in their tracks as a larger more ferocious creature appeared from behind the dead animal. The defensive growls of the pack were completely drowned out by the return howl of the larger creature. Suddenly dark shapes appeared behind the feasting beast, their growls and snarls covered the sound of flesh being ripped and torn off from the bone. The clouds in the sky moved to let the light of the moon shine down on the group of savage beings, and as the moonlight shined down one of the creatures stood up on its back legs, letting itself be fully visible. The creature was taller than any man, it had wolf like features. Eyes of dark blue and a coat of dark grey fur covering its entire body. There were bits of torn cloth clinging to its hips and legs and on its hands, which ended sharp gore-stained claws dangling byFeral ch.1 by LifeIsWhatItIs
We Do What We Must"It's not over, Sylvanas. Not yet," growled Lord Darius Crowley of Gilneas. His shoulders were set, his arms moved in a gesture of finality as he spoke. To his immediate right, louring in the face of everything, stood Ivar Bloodfang, leader of the feral worgen pack who had agreed to join the efforts of the Gilneas Liberation Front and the Alliance. To his front, and glaring impassively back at him and Ivar, were the hard eyes of orcs, the glowing eyes of elves (living and undead), and the unreadable faces of the dread val'kyr. The Horde's worst. Darius' fingers curled and gripped the bladed, claw-like fist-weapons that he was armed with.We Do What We Must by AranyaVerSarn
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, former high elf ranger-general, now queen of the undead nation of the Forsaken, leaned slightly forward atop her skeletal warhorse, her eerily burning garnet eyes boring into Darius as she spoke in what sounded like an accusing or a reprimanding tone, "You frivolously throw away the lives of your people while your own king sit
Worgen of hateThe moon's glow illuminated the tops of the trees of the vast forest, the branches and leaves atop disturbed by a slight breeze that would chill anyone to the bone, except for the lurker. It's yellow eyes would be the only thing visible to anything that was in the area, a warning to run the other way and never turn back.Worgen of hate by Katrica
The Worgen's nose twitched as it sniffed at the air, the ever so familiar scent of human hitting it's senses and causing her to snarl, lips curling over the wolfen teeth. Disgusting humans. They deserved to all die. Die. Rid of their smell. Kill them all. Kill. Kill.
The more the scent was noted, the more she begun to enrage. The natural hatred for humans was strong and she would sacrifice a limb to kill one. Rid of them from the world. Kill them all. They were a stain on the floors they walked upon. They all needed to die. Bones snap, flesh tear, blood spill. Kill, kill, kill. With each word she panted, growing excited about the slaughter on humans. 'Kill, kill, kill.
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