Some may Know Alnarra by her full name, Alnarria Elslora Stargrove, her nickname, ‘Narra, or simply Alnarra. However, a special few that she has let grow close to her know her by a different name, an affectionate title that she earned on the field of battle while in Northrend, “Lynx”.
This is the story of the Lynx of the North
It was a cold day in the cramped, muddy keep that overlooked the constant field of battle. Though it was always cold in this terrible place. The corpses burned as a nightly ritual to keep the scourge from collecting yet another soldier to be used against his brothers, sisters, and comrades on the fields of battle. The banners that hung from the stone walls were tattered and covered in blood. Even the very essence of the place seemed to reek with death and misery. Standing atop one of the stone work platforms Alnarra and Veraldan sat quietly overlooking the ramparts below.
“We deployed an additional seven units to attempt to retake the area just north of the pass between here and Crystalsong. I haven’t heard word yet from anyone, but I don’t think any of them have made it to Dalaran,” she spoke softly, a small gnomish hand held telescope resting on her eye, inspecting the horizon for anything that might be making its way there.
“It seems you will have a busy night then Alnarra,” the rogue gave a soft and gentle smile, “Try not to let them drain you too much we still have a scouting mission in the morning, and a round in the troll territories with the crusade after that,” her smirked pulling the telescope from her eye and putting his arms around hser shoulder.
“I know… but the point remains that at these rates even with the humans, the dwarves, the gnomes, the Draenei, and our own brothers and sisters continuing to take these kind of losses is diminishing our overwhelmed forces by the day. The Alliance needs some kind of battle plan, not to simply throw soldiers at the problem,” she whined softly as she pulled her knife from her side twirling it in the air.
“Maybe you should get some rest before the wounded begin to limp their way back home after the round of cannon fire that you ended up putting yourself in front of last month you’ve gotten maybe 5 hours of sleep total. Rest for a while, I’ll keep watch for us both,” Veraldan smiled at her giving a bit of a nudge back to the wooden, snow encrusted housing in the town below.
Alnarra protested at first, but gave a bit of a sigh rubbing her head, “Fine,” she muttered traveling down the stairs, more tired than she wanted to admit, “Have the sabers ready when I wake we may have to make a run to Wrymrest Accord to pick up supplies,”. The druidess stomach growled, the food and rations had already been stretched so thin that all that remained was a few bags of grain and rotten carrots. Giving a large sigh she made her way into one of the wooden houses, barely taking the time to throw off her armor crawling into the hammock, she pulled the cover over her body shivering.
As the sun began to rise, Alnarra pulled the blankets up further over her head, she could never understand why the humans were so adamant about putting windows in this little wooden shack, it only made getting rest harder. She tossed and she turned for what seemed like hours before finally stirring naked from her bed, giving a large and unenthused, her ears perked at the sound of splashing.
Perhaps it was the lack of food, or the lack of sleep, or the bleek white blanket of snow that covered everything, but Alnarra could have sworn she heard splashing. So without hesitation her mind seemed to conjure the image of a lovely hot spring, surrounded by a buffet of food sitting a mere 10 feet from the window. Her sleep deprived, hunger addled mind couldn’t help but stare longingly at the image, slowly drifting from a clear delusion to a possible reality to her. Looking around the empty cabin she chuckled quietly to herself before making a mad dash for the “Hot Spring”.
It was not long before an assorted mixture of sex deprived, hungry, and tired soldiers were all gathered around chuckling to themselves as the druidess went about happily bathing herself in the saber’s water trough. Amongst the giggles and lewd comments Veraldan came walking down, standing next to a very amused Draenei vindicator.
“Has tail like lynx” the Draenei smirked with a laugh.
Veraldan looked confused, before looking at the man, “Lynx?” he blinked a few times.
“No !@#,” the Draenei said flatly, “As the humans might say”
Veraldan blinked a few more times before he began to burst out laughing shaking his head and putting his face in his palm, “Lynx I like it”. Rolling his eyes he pushed passed the crowd of onlookers, going to tap Alnarra on the shoulder, “Dear Lynx you are naked in public”.
Alnarra seemed to look up to her husband with pride before her eyes opened wider and what stretched across her face faded to a frown and then horror. Blinking a few times she looked around at the crowd, clearly bathing herself in a saber’s water trough. She looked around before looking to Veraldan a certain look of loathing in her eyes.
“Oh no my dear Lynx, you did this to yourself” he responded simply offering his hand.
“Lynx?” she hisses quietly to him, going to quickly try and cover herself and lean into his protective covering as he simply gave a massive smile to the rest of the crowd. Seeing his reaction she turned to the gathered soldiers giving her own gentle smile and the best wave she could manage before she began shoving Veraldan back towards the house. All the while the soldiers gathered round shouting and hollering in praise.
Veraldan giggled all the way back to the shed house as Alnarra took on her feline form hopping into his arms, hoping at the very least the fur would give her some cover from the lewd comments. “Lynx!?” she hissed again, “What does that even mean?”
The Kaldorei man couldn’t help but to burst into laughter, tears running down his cheek from the sheer hilarity of it all, “Oh…” he pulled at her tail, “You have no ‘tail’ dear,” he begin howling in laughter again going to throw a cover over the window so that she could get changed, the cold water having finally started to settle in and chill the naked druidess. She shook herself off sending water falling everywhere.
“What do you mean no tail?” she went to look at her tail clearly confused,
“Oh nothing my dear… just you are always so close to losing it, you might as well be a Lynx,” he winked with a lie.
“This is worst then the time you stole my clothes when we first met the humans…” she grumbled, “When did you come up with Lynx?”
“Oh… everyone’s been calling you that, it’s to show how fierce you are in battle,” he lied again with a cheeky grin.
She blinked a few times but shook her head, “Whatever,”
“Of course my lovely Lynx” he giggled quite content with himself.
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