I will break the elven mould. Kersia has gotten too much love, but someone else hasn’t hardly gotten any.
Dragon: Brilliant red scales and a golden underbelly. She has golden plates around her chest, her wrists, and at the base of her tail. Her tail tip is three spikes with membrane between them. Her horns are golden, her head is furred from her brow line down to the base of her wings with orange gold fur.
Backstory
I am proud!
Xinaristraza roared against her captors, their chains binding her body to the stones. Her red scaled tail lashed out, knocking an orc off the mountain. All around, other red dragons fought, trying to free themselves. Alexstraza was still free.
I will not fall!
Xinaria tried snapped her jaws at a nearby orc, but he was too kick. She unleashed a torrent of flames from her jowls, incinerating the orc. She felt sick, horrible, that she had to take their lives in an effort to free herself. Why were the orcs suddenly like this? Should she give in? Would it cause less death?
We are with the Dragonqueen!
Xinaria felt pain in her flank as orcs worked to tighten the chains. She kicked her clawed legs against the earth, trying to dig herself free. Her eyes scanned around. She saw Alexstraza, she saw her fall, she saw her taken. It was like seeing her mother die once again. Xinaria’s movements slowed, she stopped fighting. The world went dark around her.
Xinaria remembered the days of her youth. She was an innocent whelp, fluttering the mountain plains with her mother and siblings. She was always so curious, flying further away from her mother than the others. Mother would always bring her back. It never failed.
Xinaria always loved her mother dearly. The old red dragon would tell them stories; teach them about the world they lived in. She imparted much wisdom to her whelplings, about how to survive, and how to preserve life. “Azeroth can be a cruel and harsh place.” Xinaria’s mother would always say, in her warm voice like a songbird’s. “But you must fight to save the life on it. All life is precious, from the most vile of hearts to the kindest, from the simple flower to the mighty dragon. But, know that sometimes, you will have to make the choice. The choice to kill one to save the many. It is a hard choice and you mustn’t forget to respect the life you must take.”
Xinaria always listened to mother’s words. She always remembered them.
Even now, as the world came back into view around her, surrounded by orcs. Xinaria didn’t want to kill them. She just wanted to be free. She tried, meekly, to free herself from the strange chains. A strangely dressed orc spoke in their foul language, and the others forced Xinaria’s head down. The green skinned creature, garbed in armor decorated in the pelts and skulls of other creatures, placed his hand on top of Xinaria’s head.
“This one is young!” He spoke, now Xinaria could hear. “Just the right size for a warrior’s pet.”
Xinaria tried shaking her head away, pulling it back. The other orcs held her tightly in place. The shaman snickered. "Enjoy your final moments free."
Xinaria felt a strange energy wrap around her head. It slithered between the scales, penetrating her thoughts, her mind. It seeped in, corrupting her being. She felt her own self being suppressed, like she did not exist, like she did not have control. Her body went limp as her mind was broken. As her mind was enslaved.
The world went dark again.
Xinaria came to, not of herself. She was in a cage. Her fellows were nearby, in cages of varying sizes. They all had the same empty eyes that Xinaria had. Their scales dulled as their lives lost their luster. Xinaria looked around, and then sat on her haunches. Where was her master? It was the only thought in her mind, that she needed a master.
An orc approached her cage. An orc she knew was called Jagal. Jagal was to be her master. Master Jagal. He led her out of the cage with the chained collar around her neck. He measured her back and led her to an area soaked in animal blood, as animals were chopped and skinned, their hides tanned. He threw an animal carcass at Xinaria’s feet.
"Eat." Jagal commanded. Xinaria obeyed. The thought, fleeting, spurted across her mind, that this was wrong. But it was quickly killed off by the darkness suppressing her will. While Xinaria gorged herself in the beast before her, Jagal spoke to the leather master. He told him the measurements, and received a saddle. As Xinaria licked her jaws, Jagal strapped the saddle to her back. He looped leather with a fireproof coating around her jaws and pulled it back to just pass where the jaws opened. Each side of the loop had a long leather attachment, meant for guiding Xinaria.
"You fly as I say. As I pull." Jagal snapped.
Xinaria mindlessly nodded her head. Jagal smirked and climbed onto her back. "We go, to test you. To the dwarves. Fly. NOW!" Xinaria growled and unfurled her wings. In a few flaps, she was air born. Jagal used the reins to guide her from the mountain.
Xinaria felt a rush of exhilaration for a moment as the light of the day’s sun glistened off her ruby scales. The cool wind reminded her of the first time she flew… with… mother? Xinaria balked and roared. Jagal pulled the reins tight. The flash of free will was short lived, as the spell retook its hold. Xinaria leveled out, just below the clouds.
Jagal laughed. “You’ll never be free.” He scanned the ground below them, looking for the dwarf hunting party he spotted when he scouted earlier in the day. It did not take him to spot them from his high flying vantage point. Jagal smirked. They would not even know, until it was too late.
"Down." Jagal commanded. Xinaria began to descend towards the small, unsuspecting camp. She landed with a flurried gust from her wings, the dwarves shouted in surprise. "Fire! NOW!" Jagal snapped. Xinaria hesitated, but Jagal dug into her sides. She unleashed her flames on the camp, tears streaking down from her eyes as she saw their faces in her heart. She knew. She knew what she was doing. It went against it all. It went against mother. It went against the Dragonqueen. It went against her own heart. But the cloud of darkness in her mind kept her from controlling her own body.
This was her life now. A slave to the orc’s whims.
What felt like eternity passed. Xinaria was forced many times to kill, to raze, on behalf of the orcs. To them, she was simply a beast to control, to command. Every so often, she would balk against her captors, but such moments were short lived. She was young, she was not strong.
Twice, she and another were forced to mate, to bear the orcs clutches of eggs for their armies. Xinaria’s heart wept for the little whelps, they would never know warmth, or love. Many did not even survive at all.
Xinaria, deep down, wished for her own death. She tried to give up. She tried to allow herself to fall. But the orc spell kept a tight hold. It would snap into work, forcing her to correct her action.
Just when she began to resign to her fate, a miracle happened. The combined efforts of the remnants of her own flight and the blue flight, as well as mortals and others, freed her people. Finally shed of the horrid ordeal, Xinaria reveled in her freedom.
However, she was lost.
How could she live the same? How could she view Azeroth the same way? All those lives lost… she took them. She took so many innocents. She snuffed out so many candles of life. What could she ever do, to fix such a tragedy…? Xinaria did not know. She wandered Azeroth, lost, without a purpose. How could she protect life, when the living abused… enslaved…
At one point, she found herself in the mountains above the Plaguelands. Here, a strange dragon approached her. A bronze. He seemed to care about mortals, specifically the sin’dorei. Sin’dorei… Xinaria knew they were allies of the orcs. Though, she had no recollection of them within Grim Batol, she knew now of the Horde. Orcs and sin’dorei were members of it…
This bronze dragon… He wanted Xinaria to heal the lands of the sin’dorei, where the undead armies of the scourge left their mark. Xinaria refused. To her, it was a problem of the mortals, and she wanted no dealings with mortals. Not anymore.
Xinaria’s wounds were slow to heal. She found herself in Dragonblight, where the blue dragonflight had turned its back on the mortals as well. But the blue dragons, they were killing the mortals. Xinaria found herself angry at the blues, she felt pity again for the mortals. Seeing her fellows, and her queen, working to stop the blue dragons and save the mortals… Xinaria felt inspired. She needed to help too.
She took up the fight against the blue dragons, though focused more on healing and protecting the mortals they targeted. This found her on the wrong side of a blue dragon’s hatred. Xinaria was vastly outmatched by this blue dragon male as he lashed out at her. She was certain this would be her death. Prepared for her fate, she closed her eyes.
But her death never came.
No, another blue dragon attacked the male and killed him. This blue dragon was seeking vengeance, as the male had killed her sister. Xinaria didn’t care. This female blue dragon, Kersiagosa, had saved her life. A life she felt wasn’t worth saving, with all the horrid things she had done.
Xinaria followed Kersia, intent on repaying her debt. The pair became close friends, as they traveled to Stormwind to live as mortals. At first, Xinaria wasn’t sure, but Kersia wanted to live out the life her sister once lived. Xinaria saw this as an opportunity to relearn how to love mortals once again. After all, the Alliance was not with the orcs that enslaved her people. The kaldorei were members of it, and kaldorei were often allies to the dragons. In fact, Xinaria and Kersia had taken kaldorei forms to live amongst the mortals.
While exploring the mortal lands, Xinaria once again came face to face with the cruelty of mortals. She found a group of bandits in the Elwynn Forest, ranting and raving about the rare kill they had, and the cub they captured. Xinaria could see the beast’s body from the distance, a female beast with the body of a lion, and great eagle wings. Her fur was violet, as were her wings. The tip of her tail almost glowed a ghostly white, as did the tips of her feathers. Xinaria had seen this beast in a book Kersia had. Guardians of the tombs found in Uldum, rare. Especially this far north. Xinaria kept her distance, disgusted by the bandit’s gloating. She was going to leave them be, as not everyone has a pure heart, until she saw the little cub in a cage near the bandits. Xinaria felt her heart sink when she heard its cry.
Xinaria decided to approach the bandits. As she approached, she heard one bandit lamenting that they failed to kill the male. Xinaria felt a growl in her throat, but she didn’t want to kill the bandits. Vile as they were, they weren’t a threat to Azeroth’s whole. Before she approached, she abandoned her kaldorei form for her draconic self. Xinaria slinked her way through the trees and roared at the bandits when she reached them. Startled by the dragon, the group scattered. Xinaria grabbed the cub and took to the skies. She landed a ways away and shifted back into a kaldorei. She freed the cub from the cage.
The cub cried out and darted through the trees. Xinaria, concerned for its safety, followed the cub. The little creature darted through the trees, pausing long enough to sniff the ground and dart away again. Finally, the cub led Xinaria to a small cave. Inside, Xinaria found the wounded male guardian lion. She carefully approached and used her draconic magic to heal his wounds. Satisfied, Xinaria smiled and left the pair. Soon after, she awoke to the small cub on her bed within her little hut. Outside was the male. Both were insistent on staying. Xinaria named the male adult Eristraz and the female cub Trizestraza.
Xinaria was on the world called Outlands when she first saw a draenei up close. She found them enchanting, and soon began to take a draenic form. When they returned to Azeroth, Xinaria decided to start training at the cathedral. She found inspiration in the draenei people. In their faith in the light, they pushed through all the darkness around them. Xinaria wanted that strength. It was a way to atone at last, to repay the world for the horrible things she did with the orcs. As a paladin, Xinaria would be able to protect and to heal with the light. She found it almost as second nature to call out and bath in the light’s warmth.
Here, she met a draenei shaman, Sylstyx. Xinaria decided to learn more about the draenei people from her. Over time, the two developed a sort of friendship. It would come in handy. A black dragon that wanted to get to Kersia had taken Xinaria hostage. This black dragon, Mortrexia, used a special drug to keep Xinaria unconcious, which was a mercy to the red dragon, as the feeling of being imprisoned reminded her of her capture.
Kersia had allied with the shaman Sylstyx, and Sylstyx’s friend Vynianyx to save her. They succeeded, though Kersia spared Mortre. Xinaria was not sure if that was a good idea, but Kersia assured her that she would keep a close eye on the black.
Xinaria returned to her studies as a paladin, though she often times went out with Sylstyx, Kersia, Vynianyx, and occasionally Mortre. As the group exchanged stories of their endeavors, Xinaria often heard of a sin’dorei doctor. Kalithos. Curious, she asked about him often, until she finally set out to meet him. Xinaria wanted to learn the ways of mortal medicine, and perhaps her studies with a sin’dorei doctor would aide her in coping with her past. She could learn to tolerate, and maybe even love the Horde races once more.
With encouragement from Kersia, Xinaria made her way to the doctor’s clinic riding Eristraz. She made her way there, but found his clinic to be rather busy. A cartel attacked and kidnapped the doctor. After a brief conflict, the cartel was repelled and the doctor was rescued. Xinaria was able to start her studies under him.
Due to Kalithos’s clinic being so close to horde territory, Xinaria found herself exposed to more and more of their kind. Through time, she started to tolerate the sin’dorei, trolls, and tauren. She felt resentment towards the orcs, as well as the forsaken; as undeath was like an insult to life in Xinaria’s eyes. She had little trust for goblins, didn’t trust them before her capture, and trusted them less after.
From there, Xinaria traveled with the doctor. She ventured with him on a house call into Northrend, where they healed a boy stricken with some sort of plague, then found themselves pitted against a cult. They managed to resolve the issue with some help, and returned to the clinic.
Some time while working with Kalithos, Xinaria heard that Mortre was kidnapped. She had no desire to rush to the black dragon’s aide, but she did help treat Mortre’s wounds from her ordeal. Xinaria sent Mortre with Kalithos on a treasure hunt into Northrend yet again, while Xinaria stayed behind to watch the clinic.
Xinaria received a letter for the doctor while he was out on business. After reading the letter, Xinaria decided to go in the doctor’s stead. This letter was to join a group to fight against the Legion. After they finished their mission, Xinaria returned to the clinic. She worked with the doctor to treat patients as they came, but soon more and more war injuries began showing up. Xinaria heard about the war from the soldiers.
“Sylvanas…” Xinaria hated the woman. She was an abomination, a cold blooded, manipulative woman. Xinaria found herself doubting her duties in the Sunfall clinic. She felt herself growing more and more disdain for the Horde that came in, and it was hard for her to even interact with any orc or forsaken patients.
It wasn’t until a letter from Kersia arrived talking about the fall of Teldrassil that Xinaria made her decision.
Xinaria regarded the Sunfall clinic with a heavy heart. She had learned so much here, and truly considered Kalithos a friend. Yet, as she reread Kersia’s letter, it was clear to her. This place was not safe. Not to mention her own conflict within. She now knew in her heart of hearts that she could never treat an orc or forsaken without biased hatred.
It was shocking, when word came of the Horde’s actions. Even more so when Kersia’s letter came to her. Xinaria felt torn. A part of her wished to remain, but Kalithos would have enough troubles just being neutral, an Alliance race would just draw worse attention.
Xinaria placed a hand over her heart. She needed to resolve herself in this path. After she steadied her nerves, she knocked lightly on the door to the doctor’s office. “Doktur, might I have a word?”
_(Written by Kalithos)
Kalithos opened the door and invited Xinaria in "Xin,you seem troubled,did something happen?" He asked with a tone of concern. He walked up to a small table adjacent from the wall pouring two cups of tea handing one to his assistant._
Xinaria bowed as he opened the door, then took a cup of tea. She sat at the table. "You know of the attack on Teldrassil, the horrid lossez of livez and innocentz…" She shook her head. "I know you are neutral, you save anyone who comez. You owe no allegiance to that abomination…" Xinaria swallowed. "But I cannot remain here." She took a sip of tea to settle her heart and let her words linger.
Kalithos looked to Xinaria and gave a look of sorrow before taking a sip of his tea “I understand,I didn’t wish to believe it but I knew a day would come where the drums of war would beat again,I was really hoping there’d finally be peace between the factions,but sadly something devastating must have occured.” He looked to Xinaria and gave a gentle smile “Perhaps there will finally come a day where the factions will cease this needless fighting and we get leaders who aren’t so blood hungry…Xin,you’ve learned so much during your stay and have done so many great things during your stay.” He quickly cleaned his glasses as they were slightly fogged up from tears forming “I am so proud of you.”
Xinaria smiled at his words. "Thank you, it meant a lot for you to allow me to learn here." She sighed. "Perhapz if thiz war endz or we have some measure of peace, I shall come to study again." She finished her tea and set the glass down. "And by then, I shall be forged in the light. For I plan to fight on the front, not for the Alliance, but for Life. And so, I seek the ritual to become lightforged." She stood. "But if I see you, or any of our alliez on the front, as fighterz or as medicz, I shall go the other way." She smiled and held out a hand as a formal handshake. "And I wish the best of luck to you and your beloved out here."
He smiled and shook her hand “Understood,though at least send a letter my way when you have a chance,I wish to know you’re doing alright. I’ll continue to lend aid to anyone in need of medicine,I denounced being a soldier ages ago in favor of being a doctor with a desire to save lives over taking so I too will be on the side of life and light.” If she noticed,Kalithos’ eyes did look lighter in tint as though looking more blue than they had his usual light green hue.
Xinaria smiled. "Of course, Doktor." She released his hand and made her way towards the door. She felt warm inside, to leave on good terms and to see Kalithos losing the fel taint of his people. "May the light keep you safe az well." With that Xinaria left the clinic and made her way off to join the Army of the Light and become lightforged.
Lightforging would give Xinaria more ways to help bring down the banshee queen. Xinaria approached the Army of the Light and enlisted. She helped them before during the Argus campaign a few times, and found herself at home within their ranks. She proved herself an ally of the light, and soon faced the trials to become lightforged. She faced her own inner demons, her hatred, her doubts, her regrets, and conquered them all in the light’s name, emerging as one of the Lightforged.
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