Title: Off the beaten path
Day/Theme: November 5 – White in the moon the long road lies
Series: Warcraft; I don’t own it.
Character/Pairing: Amri
Rating: PG
Notes: I normally write in some loose sort of sequence. This doesn’t follow it.
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31_days[Bad username or unknown identity: Amri tenses, sensing the movement off the beaten path that threads through Feralas. Slowly she drops her bags onto the ground and reaches for her weapons. A long curved sword hangs at her left hip while a shorter, blunt dagger hangs at her right. There is movement again, slightly closer, and a sound of gutteral language. She stands with her feet slightly apart, knees bent, and her hair blowing wildly around her. Her pale violet skin glows as she moves within the moonlight and her eyes shine a fierce silver, in anticipation of a fight. Standing on the path, Amri holds her sword arched high in her right hand and her dagger is tucked closer to her body in her left hand. Anyone who would come across this scene on the deserted road would mistake the lady elf for a faded banshee. Amri stills, letting the foe think it has the element of surprise. Out of the bushes suddenly appears a boar, sniffing for food along the path. She barks a sharp laugh and lets down her weapons, feeling foolish for letting a simple wild boar cause her concern. She shakes her head to clear the adrenaline that soared through her body. “I am too old to let every movement get to me.” Amri puts her weapons back at her hips, picks up her bags, throws them over her shoulder and continues to head down the path. She would like to get to Feathermoon before dawn. She has friends she would like to surprise. ]