Temper Temper

The roar of battle surrounded Seluna as she carefully stepped over the fallen bodies of a Kaldorei and an Orc. She lifted the hem of her dress, exposing her pale ankles and expensive shoes as she attempted to avoid getting the blood of the dead on her clothing. Just because a battle was going on was no reason to ruin one's clothing after all. The little priestess smiled to herself and began to sing her prayers, the Light building up around her as she called to it.

As usual, the burning pain that the holy spells brought with them were a test of Seluna's will and endurance. She clamped down on her own senses and forced herself to keep her song steady as she prayed. As the burning feeling intensified, she walked amongst the wounded, placing a healing touch here, a soothing melody there. Wounds closed, bloodflow stopped, and her allies heaved sighs of relief as her holy magic washed over them, allowing them to continue to press the alliance.

Seluna smiled to herself as she worked. Despite the anguish that she felt, she knew that her allies would appreciate the work she was doing here. It would gain her favors with some; favors that she could use later to further her own goals. And she enjoyed watching her allies as they fought the alliance, taking some small measure of vengeance on the humans that had destroyed her homeland while she slumbered in death.

As she finished a prayer and began to turn her attention to another of her wounded companions, she felt a whisper of breath on the back of her neck. A second later a new source of burning agony could be felt in her back as a dagger was rammed home to the hilt in her flesh. The pain was excrutiating, but not very different from the pain of the magic she had been wielding, and she shuddered as she attempted to turn to face her attacker. A second dagger was buried in her flesh beside the first, and she felt the deadly poisons coating the blades as they began to flow through her. She looked back, her eyes locking with a Kaldorei assassin as the blades were wrenched free.

Seluna spun around, only to have the weapons plunged into her belly this time, more poison and pain joining to the symphony of agony she was already in. She felt herself slipping to the ground, her knees weak as her lifeblood soaked into the soil. Blackness began to overtake her, and in that moment she looked up at the Kaldorei and mouthed the words, "Thank you." in Thalassian. Whether or not the elf could understand her language Seluna didn't care, she would return to her slumber, having died while wielding the Light to cure the ills of her friends. Surely Tel'athar would grant her peace after such an act.

It was not to be. As the kaldorei walked away, leaving her to die on the forest floor, a wave of nature magic illuminated Seluna's form, the green glow soaking into her body and mending its wounds. She screamed silently as a tauren shaman cast a second spell, further cleansing her of the damage that had been done, restoring her ruined body to its former perfection.

It's not fair! I did my part already!

Anger bubbled to the surface of Seluna's mind as she silently rose to her feet. The tauren that had saved her had already turned away, tending to another of the fallen. Seluna looked around her, taking in the battle as it pushed towards the stronghold of the Silverwind Sentinels, watching as orc and human, tauren and kaldorei crashed against each other, blades swinging. Her eyes took on a blue glow as her rage began to become almost more than she could contain.

Ants. They are all meaningless ants. They don't deserve the life they hold within themselves. They can't possibly comprehend how futile everything they do is. How they will become as dust, and this moment forgotten forever.

She shook with rage and frustration as she followed the flow of battle towards the wooden palisade that surrounded the Sentinel's stronghold. Behind its vine-covered beams, her enemies regrouped, hoping to stem the tide of Horde warriors that poured over them. She felt the urge to lash out at them, to make them feel the suffering she'd endured for far too long, to take the life essence from them, and watch it fade from their eyes.

Join me in suffering...

She reached out, her shadowy magic unnoticed in the flow of battle around her. Her spell connected with a human female standing on the other side of the wooden barrier, and she could hear the girl gasp as Seluna's will clamped down upon her, her will usurped by the priestess.

Come to me. Come and embrace your end.

The woman, a paladin, walked woodenly towards the opening of the stronghold, her eyes glazed as Seluna's magic compelled her. She passed through the defenses of the Kaldorei, her weapons held loosely at her side, her shoulders wilted as the priestess' shadows beat against her mind. She walked amongst the Horde forces and instantly they began to hack at her. Seluna stayed in her mind, enjoying the agony as the other realized she was helpless to prevent her own death, helpless to even defend herself. Her despair, her grief were like a balm to the anger Seluna felt inside. It ended all too quickly as the woman was cut down, her body mangled by the warriors around her as they shoved blades through her armor.

Seluna shivered, her rage partially quenched with vengeance. It would never be enough, but it was a start. With a cruel grin on her face, she reached out again, seeking another mind....

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Hours later Seluna flew high above the forests of Ashenvale, her winged steed pointed towards Orgrimmar. The blue glow had long since faded from her eyes, and the deaths she had caused had erased the anger and frustration of her near release from punishment. She knew in time her actions would further the cause of the Horde, and better yet, further her own goals.

Eventually she would be free.