#learningtowriteagain

Sitting on a park bench in the middle of Stormwind City, this blue haired women offers bread scraps to the local gulls while humming a soft song to herself. Her ears twitch quickly when a fly or other insect lands on them and her tail sways in the wind. Her clothes are tattered and dirty and it is obvious she hasn’t taken care of herself, though whether by choice or not is unclear. The fur on her tail would be matted and all out gross looking of one were to be honest. She looked up from time to time when a guard patrolled by her and she always offered a greeting even though they always looked at her like she was worthless scum. Peoples opinions never seemed to bother her as she was more than content to just frolic through the trees and enjoy nature as a whole.

Her ears twitch rather hard this time. Some one is coming, and she knows they are a threat. From around the fountain emerged a cut purse with his dagger in hand. “So, abomination... Are you finally ready to accept your fate and die quietly or will you fight back?”

Zylla glared at the individual, hating them for their cockiness and down right disrespect towards her. “Your people are sent every week to try and kill me and they are always sent back the same way: Begging for mercy and wanting their mommies. Why are you any different from them?”

The rogue laughed at her. “Because, dear child, those were just the runts. I however, am the second in command. I have proven myself time and time again and have never failed to complete a contract.”

Zylla’s ears laid flat against her head as she gave a sharp hiss. “You do not threaten me, human. Just because your people do not understand what I am or why I live the way I do does NOT give you the right to harass me like this every week! Now return to your den and leave me be before I show you why your ‘runts’ never could beat me.”

“Oh I know perfectly well why they couldn’t beat you. I know all about your arcane-fueled dashes and your ability to use the power of the moon and the sun against your enemies. There’s only one problem with that.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

In the blink of an eye, the rogue pulled out a pistol and shot it off four times in quick succession. They all seemed to miss their target as Zylla had not gone down or felt any pain. She looked around confused. “What was that supposed to do? Either your a bad aim or those are bla-...” Just before she finished her statement, the seemingly wasted shots are heard whistling through the air back towards her. When they were mere inches from her body, they exploded into multi-colored gas.

Due to the suddenness of the explosions, Zylla took in quick breaths, inhaling the gas out of fear. She turned to the individual and tried to call down a bolt of solar energy, a spell she had cast thousands of times and was intimately familiar with. Nothing happened. Her eyes got wide and she attempted the same ability again, but lunar energy this time and still nothing happened. She tried all of the abilities from her memory from binding tree roots to trying to shape shift. Nothing worked.