Her hair was always worn as shorter; Vibrant verdant locks were parted to the side as her bangs hung over the corner of her forehead. Her emerald armor subtly gleamed as the light of the moon trickled betwixt the dense canopies of Feralas. She could move without sound and see without hindrance, even whilst wearing the clumsy looking helmet she now held between her arm and torso. Her violet skin was deceptively smooth, but the stress of her profession caused her to develop wrinkles and lines beneath her eyes. The mercury orbs flickered across the woodland in alert, only to realize what they'd detected was nothing more than a deer.
A sigh left her lips, she gently replaced her helm in the span of a moment or so. She straightened her back, eyeing across the palisades guarding the Temple of Isildien and out into the forests ahead. Her fingers, guarded by gauntlets with talons, curled around the hilt of her Umbra Crescent. The Emerald tasset on her leftmost hip kept it snug against her armor, but easily removable should that inevitable necessity arise. Steps became audible behind her, light and delicate - She didn't need to look to know that it was a fellow Night Elf.
"Madame Warden?" A dulcet, female tone announced itself behind the Watcher.
Silverglade turned her head first, to show she'd been listening. She hadn't fully turned away from the forests ahead, however - Her gaze was fixated upon them. "What is it?" She coldly asked, much to her own surprise. The Warden cleared her throat, turning her whole body to face the petite, white-haired Priestess. "What news do you bring, Priestess?" She continued, in a far more calm tone.
The Priestess's silver brow had lightly furrowed with worry - The Wardens were always quick to be harsh, but the correction in this one's tone gave hint to her apologetic attitude. Before she could mule over this for long, she bowed her head and began to speak. "Warden, a messenger Owl was sent here from Estulan's Tower. His disciples have reported demonic activity outside of Eldre'thalas." She firmly briefed.
The Warden was expressionless, not even her eyes could be seen behind the verdant lenses of her helm. The slow, steady sigh that swept from her nostrils caused the Priestess to slightly cringe.
"Very well." She began after the period of silence, "I will speak to the Highborne, Priestess. Thank you for your report."
The Priestess nodded, her silver dress swayed behind her ankles as she returned towards the decrepit interior of Isildien to pray. The Temple itself had been abandoned for years, but Yalei Silverglade's watchers took residence here whilst they hunted for their prey. Several Sentinels, Priestesses and more also found temporary respite here in the far southern reaches of Feralas - The presence of her Watchers gave a sense of purpose in being here.
The Warden reminisced over the assignment she'd been given. A Demon Hunter - How typical, she thought to herself. Several bodies began to pile, from Felwood all the way to Feralas. The criminal was responsible for all of them - Yalei hadn't even known his name, but she knew what he was. She and her Watchers simply referred to him as 'The Demon'. Now he took refuge within Dire Maul, seeking to tap within the lurking archaic powers there, undoubtedly to summon his masters.
She swiveled about on a heel, turning and striding up the long, stone staircase with purpose. Her bladed cloak began to billow as a gust swept it from the bottom - The weight of it was far too much for the wind, but it danced behind her nevertheless. She reached the top of the long staircase, her Watchers - all eleven of them, had already been gathered there. The sisters wore chitinous leathers, cloaks and carried various glaives to their own liking - one, however, used a bow. They all saluted in unison as the Warden arrived, to which she responded only with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Watchers, our target now hides within the ancient ruin of Dire Maul." She began as her gaze swept across the lot of them. Her eyes eventually rested on her chosen Lieutenant, "Rendezvous in front of the Temple, mounted and armed. We move for the Tower of Estulan immediately." She instructed.
"At your command, Warden Silverglade." Her lieutenant replied. The other Watchers glanced towards the second in command, she quickly swept her hand forwards and issued them to move - and move they did, quickly locating their Nightsabers. Yalei's own, Lunarfang, had already been rested at the bottom of the steps. A subtle complaint nearly brewed within her head at the idea of wandering down these steps for the third time in minutes. The purpose in her stride was enough of a sign to show she had entirely ignored it, however. The hunt was on, once more, and naught would stall her.
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Will finish this later. Felt like writing.
