The news had spread like wildfire through the streets of Ironforge, rapidly reaching the little gnomes ears. True she had already known something was very very wrong, but dead?! It had taken a few days for the news to finally sink in.
In some respects she was quite surprised that she simply hadn’t flipped from existence herself, being as she was simply, as she understood a subconscious. But in others she felt more whole than she ever had… more real perhaps, somehow… whatever had actually linked her to the druid was severed. Or at least that was the way it seemed.
About seven nights later, she was laid in bed when the overriding stench of decay had caused her to retch and search the inn for a body. As she had done so, the innkeeper had looked at her in disgust exclaiming that the foul smell was in fact coming from her! A few hot baths later, and the smell still would not leave. Looking in the mirror at her damp pink hair she realised something else, her eyes, once a glowing shade of moon-light, were now dark, and almost…. Empty. Realising this she let out a small gasp.
She had ventured to Stormwind to seek out Mistress Watson, but with no success, and realising that the odour had infact grown worse, she took to camping in Terrokar forest until she could perhaps find out what was going on… it seemed that it was maybe simply an odour that clung to her, though she knew better than to presume something so simple.
She had awoken with a start, upon realising that a large spider was attempting to gain access to her tent, instincitively casting a strong fire spell, she destroyed both the spider and her tent.
” Bugger! “ she muttered to herself, patting her charred robes. As she began to walk away from the wreckage she fell heavily onto her rear.
”oof!” she exclaimed as she got to her feet, looking behind at the ground for the source of her fall… nothing was there at all. Confused she got up and continued to walk towards Shattrath, falling randomly.
”hmmm didn’t think the gin was that strong…” she giggled to herself as she fell over on the way into the Scryer bank, the various characters stood around eyeing her suspiciously. Taking some strong herbs from the bank, she jumped upon her gryphon and flew (much safer) to the Alchemy lab, fixing up a good batch of rejuventation potions.
It was as she was mixing the final one she realised…. The smell had gone! Looking into her tarnished mirror she realised something else… her eyes were glowing again!
Something for sure had happened, something good she pondered? But what?
Flying back to the bank, she spied a familiar face, a druid that had helped her many times before.
During conversation with her, she realised that there was one person… well tauren who could maybe answer her pondry.
And so Emmie went to the Barrens to seek out Liontooth and to know… what was going on.
Subject: Of lifebloom, eating flesh and.... tails?!? - An Emmie Story