Illiarisse's Comments

i'm going to try my luck then! thank you for taking the time of explaining the terms to me it's really sweet. i didn't see it written in the species terms but i first want to say that i would make an au of her in world of warcraft since it's an universe very dear to me and the majority of my chars are here. in there she'd be a night elf druid, the mother of an existing character of mine who sadly doesn't yet have art but is a druid with her form being a panthera with long fangs and a fur with sort of snow patterns, like snowflakes falling and some other tattoos (i'm still designing her but my idea was so close to your sweet char that it clicked in my head). so if i have her and make her in wow i'd imagine her to be an old night elf having fought many battles and an awesome mother but lonely- night elves' fate is quite tragic after all. probably a former priestess of their moon goddess, beautiful and dignified but with an elegance of an older time, one of the few that has known a time of glory followed by a betrayal to great to bear. still very close to her goddess, she would have went away from her people and made herself a home in a region far, learning slowly to shapeshift and prefering the company of animals to the one of her own. she eventually took in some wounded or lost night elves over the course of the years and ten thousand years later her small simple shelter would have become a breathtaking place with elaborated structures, reconciling her with her own roots and creating a safe haven hidden from the tragedies of the rest of the world. i imagine she'd be greatly loved in her tribe, being seen as a savior and a mother by its members as well as a guide and a leader. she still would have tight links with Elune, her goddess, whose touch would explain the magic markings on her. performing blessings and praying as well as shapeshifting almost all the time and fighting, she'd be an unique mix of druid and priestess. i'd give her a name but if i do i'm going to get too attached to her when she's not even mine so it would be a shame, but here are a few ideas i got! of course there would be a looooooot more to her if i worked a bit on her and over the course of the years she would have a lot of art pieces too (i already have ideas for it lmao) but yes. i've never done a bio/write to adopt thing so i'm not sure what to say? do i need to write a text like the other person who commented did? i mostly just explained a few things about her story so i could probably write a small thing. or maybe i should do an actual bio with age, name, race, height etc., i don't know. ;;

Was there ever a time where she was as tired as she was now? Was there ever a time where she felt as hopeless? She let herself fall slowly to her knees— even this was difficult to do. Even letting go, understanding that she couldn't fight anymore, was difficult. Impossible. A part of her mind was racing, screaming that she had to get up and take revenge for all that she lost. She was angry, she was seething, it was barely bearable. Her fingers were white from trying to crush her spear. And then she felt a whisper from within her own body, vibrating in her heart, shaking her bones. Freezing her blood. Did she have anything left to fight, anything left to protect? Her fingers weren't white from holding on too hard, they were a tint that she hated. Actually, that tint was everywhere. Her armor was barely recognizable, broken and covered in what she knew —of course she knew it— was blood. Blood of her people, blood of her family and friends. She looked around and for the first time in hours she saw something. Not just a blind rage, a desperate search for monsters— she saw her city as it now was. Buildings were destroyed, towers fell, bodies were all over the streets. The horror of this vision without even seeing one single demon was beyond what she could survive. The Burning Legion wasn't here anymore because they won. They knew they did, no one even had a chance against them. How could they even lose? A night elf could kill a thousand and there would be ten thousands following. When they would have thought their Queen would be by their side, Azshara had been the reason the Legion was here in the first place. There was nothing to do, nothing to say, she was the only living soul as far as the eye could see. It had been so sudden, she still couldn't believe any of this was real. The sharp pain that took over her mind would pass if she survived but the one in her heart would never. As her vision was fading she begged Elune to never wake up again. But she did wake up, and the feel of the wind on her skin felt like a thousand daggers. Sometimes she would dream of it again and the only proof it all did happen would be the ruins in the other side of the world and her tears, glowing as if the moon herself cried and put it on her cheeks. It was an old time, an old tragedy that while known to the world seemed to be slowly forgotten. As less and less people had lived it it felt like some nightmare someone one day thought of, a few chapters in the registers. Even when her old wounds would make her suffer she knew there wasn't any scars, not visibly at least, and it made her feel strange when the laughters of children would come to her ears coming from the tribe. She never thought she would be this glad again. Maybe not happy, never happy, but it felt like her heart was lighter everytime she'd wake up again. Maybe she could thank Elune for not listening to her prayers thousand of years ago. Maybe she survived for this exact reason, for being the light in an eternal night for younger generations— like Elune was to her.