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Serena delighted in the recent conquest of the primitive Night Elf encampment. The Blood Elf smiled as she looked over her bag of trinkets and shinies. She paused, a small jeweled choker captured her attention. "Oh? And what is this?" She cooed pulling it out. It had the standard moonsilver filigree around the clasp and where the jewel was held. The Night Elves always were trying to emulate deer antlers or badger butts, or some other ridiculous natural thing that the Blood Elves had moved passed so very long ago. Even so, she noted undoing the clasp and slipping the choker around her neck, they do sometimes have good taste for jewels.





-YOU CANNOT EQUIP THIS-





A voice seemed to ring out all around the blood elf. Who would dare deny the conqueror her spoils? She continued to glare about, unaware of the clasp locking and the blue gem starting to glow. The blood elf continued to search for the origin of the voice, but a sudden tightness in her chest refocused her attention. Her cloth dress was clinging to her body so tight, she could barely breath. For a moment she thought her outfit was shrinking, but when she noted her surroundings were also looking smaller, it was clear she was growing. She shivered a little as she heard the seams starting to tear, her glowing eyes losing their green luster and instead taking on a cobalt gleam. She felt her body being hit with waves of... something... she couldn’t put it into words, but she felt... she felt her arcane powers dwindling... waning to be replaced by something... green... she grimaced at the thought. The primitive magic felt so unrefined... so wild... so... free... her high level gear continued to tear away, now revealing more subtle, night elf apparel. Her well-earned weapons and equipment found over centuries of dungeon delving and great beast fighting seemed to rust and fall away.



She had to fight this... this disgusting... welcoming... sensation... her Snow White hair began to lose its brightness, turning to a lower elf’s violet mane. She... she had to... she gasped, the last of her clothing stripped away... she had to return to the Moonwell... warm the others of the blood elf raid... she dashed into the forest, only sorry she couldn’t do more... but she was still in training to be a ranger.





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