Furry-Within

Abyoyo tapped her chin thoughtfully, her fingers drumming slowly, "Your route sounds about as good as any." She smiled cheerfully and shrugged. "I'm just excited to be on a little adventure. At any rate, getting out of the swamp sounds like a good first step. Pretty sure this is getting the maggots excited."

The Forsaken woman began striding purposefully towards a narrowing of the mountains, where she knew the swamped ended, glancing back over her shoulder, "Let's get a move on, no sense staying here."

Shana nods, shaking herself off of the mostly imaginary maggots, surely those things had about a 5 minute span before they turned into flies in this place! "As I mentioned, you being here will be a boon, if we have to proceed to Lordaeron. Can likely search more easily this way if we have to get into their libraries, or records." She follows after Abyoyo, walking at a slower pace to match her's after catching up. She walks silently for a while, her eyes glowing brightly, freezing their steps so they don't sink into the mire. "I have heard that the Undercity doesn't take too kindly to Worgen especially, do you know if that is still true? Something about... Sylvanas, having a special hatred for them? I have only heard of that much."

"Well, we did invade Gilneas. I couldn't tell you if she has any particular hatred beyond that."

As the trees thin, the oppressive heat begins to fade and the greenish fog disperses, replaced by an a grey, sullen aura of moldering death as the two travelers made their way into the twisting paths of Deadwind Pass.

"After this, I think we can head west and reach Duskwood, then skirt around Stormwind and head north. I'm lost at that point though, so you'll have to take the lead."

Shana nods, giving her shoulders a shrug. "I was just wondering as to the 'why' of that invasion, though I suppose the 'large port city' aspect is very nice. " She follows Abyoyo as they head to Deadwind pass, blinking a bit, then pausing, chuckling softly. "Aby. I suggested east!" She laughs, then gently hugs the girl. "Ah well, this'll save us from having longer walks further north, I suppose!" She giggles, then sighs, giving Aby a quick hug with one arm. "Typically, when I've traveled north, I just pay to be flown north to... Hearthglen? With the Argent Crusade. They likely wouldn't take too kindly to your presence there, though. We'll make due with this way. Unless you are inclined to walking along the bottom of the ocean outside of Stormwind, we should fly as far out as we can manage, while skimming the water. We'll have to avoid the trade ships, though." Shana sighs, feeling not quite as stuffy as they leave the moist bog behind them, shaking herself off a bit before pausing. "Should we mount up here, then, for flight?"

The mage nodded absently at the worgen's comment about the invasion, then stops when she mentions the change of direction, "Oh. Oh! Glossed over that completely. Well, we're here now."

She let out a startled 'oof' at the sudden hug, "Hey, watch the ribs."
She smiled anyways and straightened her pointed cap, tapping her chin, saying absently, "Oh, the crusade doesn't mind me. I have plenty of reason to despise the Scourge, thank you very much."

After pondering Shana's last question for a bit, she nodded, "That's a sound idea."

She pulled a folded up piece of blue, patterned cloth and tossed it casually into the air, where it unfolded and hovered above the ground, "We'll take my carpet."

Shana smiles and releases Aby so she can get their transportation ready. "You'll have to tell me about your story with the Scourge. We'll surely have the time for it while we fly." She looks to the carpet as it hovers, twitching her nose. "Not that riding a skeletal griffon is any better, but this'll handle both of us, yes? One heavyweight in plate, and a lightweight in cloth, plus gear?" She steps closer and does the proverbial tire-kick, resting her foot on the fabric to test it before climbing on board, sitting towards the rear of the fabric, or as best she can figure.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she says absently, climbing onto the front of the carpet, "It's not really all that exciting."

Abyoyo clicked her tongue and the carpet lifted smoothly into the air, then set off towards their destination. She took her hat off and stuck it into her bag, patting it affectionately, then turned around, sitting cross-legged and facing Shana. Her hair was a lusterless, greenish-blonde and done up in a tight bun.

"So, what did you want to know?"

Shana grips the sides of the carpet, not quite sure about the ride, scooting closer for comfort. As she does so, she finds herself nose to nose with Aby, making her pause for a moment. "Ah... uh... I suppose I was looking for a story. SHort or long. We've got time to pass as we fly." She shrugs, getting comfy, which means she has to have her legs spread around Aby, her canine feet tending to make sitting difficult under normal circumstances, let alone on a small piece of fabric. "I can tell you my story, too, if you would care to hear it." She looks around them, just being sure that they weren't being followed by a curious sort, or party.

Abyoyo put her hands in her lap and smiled brightly, her yellowed teeth clacking together in an odd little tic. This close to her, the faint scent of rot was a lot less...faint.

"Ah, my story isn't interesting. Killed by the Scourge in a small town no one remembers, the Dark Lady awakened me, I mean, that is not to say that she personally did, more in a general sense, you know? Oh! I needed two replacement legs, one arm and a lower jaw when I was brought back! You shoulda seen me!" She finished with rasping titter.

"But what about you? Yours must be much more interesting, sewing chaos and destruction," she says with a wistful sigh.

Shana, in any case, would be thankful her senses were slightly dulled in this situation, if she even noticed. "Ah, sounds.... normal, I suppose." She smiles a little bit. "I think I did see you with your initial lower jaw! Glad this one is working out better for you!" She smiles, but the question posed of her makes her look to the side, as they pass through Alliance territory. "Mmm, we should fly closer to the water, now. Coming up to Stormwind." She snorts, thankful for the momentary lapse. When Aby corrects their course to fly closer, she raises her voice slightly. "That I'm aware of, I was a baker in Ambermill, yadda yadda. As best I can figure, I was turned into a worgen during or after the fall of Gilneas. Then, killed, and brought back to life under the Liche King. As you say, I sowed death and destruction under his hand, his thoughts and words in my head, his anger and rage guiding my hands-er, paws, I suppose. The screams of the innocent and dying filled my breast with joy, at the time, but now their screams haunt me. The hot blood splattering my cheek invigorated me, but now brings suffering and shame. The agony of my suffering foes drove me onward, but now brings me pause." She catches herself being somewhat poetic in her delivery towards the end, and she pauses. "So... after the battle which freed us, then the campaign to destroy him, I was set adrift. I had no where to go, so I sought out my past life." She shrugs, looking down. "Maybe, in due time, I'll return, and possibly work the fields there, or plant fruit trees." She looks back up to Aby, a bit anxious from remembering her past. She felt like such a softie, sometimes, when she feels ashamed for the wanton destruction she caused, but perhaps it is a good thing.

Abyoyo listened intently, nodding her head while Shana glossed through her story. She remained largely expressionless until she finished, then chewed lightly on her lower lip, thoughtful.

"Hrm. So, why all the shame? I suppose I can understand feeling upset about it, you do seem awfully attached to what you were before you changed and died and all that. Remembering bits and pieces probably adds to that. I don't remember an awful lot, so I just don't think about it." She shrugs, dismissively, "And as you say, it was the Lich King guiding your actions and thoughts, so I see little point in feeling ashamed of it. It's not as though you decided to do those things, and even if you had, what does it matter? I kill humans in the name of the Dark Lady, and while it's true, I have free will, I don't believe there's much place in the rest of the world for me. Oh, sure I might get along alright in Dalaran, but, eh, I don't imagine the mages there would be especially keen on me. Smell funny."

She finishes with a laugh, slapping her knee with an audible 'clack'.

Shana shrugs. "Well, I suppose it's more the screams haunting me, than anything. Memories." She listens, then chuckles at the mention of Dalaran. "I suppose. Perhaps there are some enclaves somewhere that faction members co-exist in. In some remote corner of the world. Nevermind other factions and cults." She nudges her. "Have you thought about getting a sterilizing bath done? Maybe in some embalming fluid or something, that would probably help." Luckily, Shana's own body was in fairly good repair, the magic keeping her intact and, mostly, scent free. THough, she does enjoy scented soaps.

Shana looks around them briefly to check their surroundings and their course, ensuring they're still going in the vague direction they need.

She shrugged, unconcerned, "Eh, if they are, I don't really care enough to go seek them out. And I do get embalming baths. Twice a year. If I remember."

She pauses, working her jaw as she looks up and away, trying to recollect, "Did I forget...?"

Then she shrugs, "Eh, doesn't matter. I'll get one when I get home." That settled, she returns her attention to Shana. "The screams huh? Does it bother you when the things you kill now scream?" She tipped her head, genuinely curious.

Shana gives her a small smile. "Ah, well, I'm sure the enclaves are out there. Maybe see if you can go exploring sometime?" She leans back, watching the waves go by, figuring she was talking about having forgotten an embalming bath. Aby's question concerning current events makers her perk up a bit. "Ah, I try to kill targets as quickly as possible. It was more the tortured screams and cries for mercy that are haunting. The especially slow, tortured deaths. Those screams are what linger." She watches as they finally pass Stormwind territory, heading north.

Aby shrugged her shoulders, smiling, "Oh, perhaps there are groups out there, but I much prefer my own company."

She turned and looked at Stormwind as it passed by, her head cocked sideways. After a few minutes, and the city had faded into the distance, she glanced back at Shana, "Oh, I'm sorry, what was that? I got lost in thought for a moment. Such a big city. Mmm, anyways, how long do we have? I don't ever really come this way."