So this might be the first entry of his story. It's not complete, but its a work on progress so.
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“Before the beginning of everything”
Gilneas.
With its enormous gates closed to the rest of Azeroth had become a quiet place where only its native inhabitants resided and at least one could only worry with minor problems. Living of the land wasn’t that hard. The soil was rich and plantations grew everywhere and near every house, hunting was also no real issue, even blacksmiths had mines here and there to get ores to make armors and weapons. There were lots of hunting game for both food and fur.
In short, life was decent enough to be considered good.
For young Larentius even better, he was more often found lazying around somewhere in the forest near is place than anywhere else. Despite his slacker side, Larentius always been a good lad, always ready to help even though being practically a noble. Coming from a family of well known line of hunters.
Son of Reyher and Fera Clawford.
Reyher, despite his age, was a man often seen in the prime of his life as a hunter. As a father and Lord, he was sometimes really straight forward with Larentius, the first born and male, though, unlike his wife, he wasn't as roughless.
Fera on the other hand, was seen as arrogant and beyond mean with their son, while on the other hand, Dera was treated like a princess. Regardless of everything, Larentius soon learnt to turn deft ears and just let things flow.
People often mistook Larentius for a spoiled brat till he shown to be the opposite. His looks though didn’t helped, being quite tall for his age with a somewhat athletic build. Having his hair long but well treated and often caught. Always with a smug smirk and a cocky attitude, but was a side that seemed to make people more at ease in a second.
His best friend is a girl with whom he grew up and played with since kids, a girl he came to call by Lisa, Melinsandrè was his best and most honest friend of all. Which was funny in its own way, as both were of very distinct different worlds, yet, neither of them cared about eachother's.
However, not everything that glimmers is gold, and despite their friendship being rock solid to this day, doesn't change the fact it started weird and had one brutal slip.
Larentius still remembers everything as clear as water.
How he had met this girl when still a kid roughly in his eight years old, about the time he was looking to see red furred foxes, and all of a sudden he was pounced by something that came out of the woods in a leap. He still giggles at the idea that he was there to kill the foxes, but when he got hurt from the tumbling, it was her that healed his injury.
With a rocky start, both Larentius and Melinsandrè kept having their fun, games, adventures, and being in genereal, the best of friends, and to this day, Larentius regrets hiding who he really was from his friend, much in fear that he would lose all the freedom, fun and treatment should she know he was from a rich cast.
That came to hurt both in ways that when he remembers, still makes him hang his head down in shame, since she found out the worst possible, by coming to deliver clothes to his house. After the possible worst fight they ever had, their bound talked higher and they remained friends, even if he can't forgive himself for having made Melisandrè cry the way she did.
As they kept growing up, in their teens, it was often that his friend came to witness how his mother really treated him, with constant insults and attempts to demoralize the boy, and about as often, he gave his friend a glance as if to say not to bother.
Afterall, he had to admit whatever was said it pretty much entered one ear to leave through the other without affecting him.
Not even when he was strickly forbidden to keep seeing Melisandrè, since she wasn't of his kind, just some peasant, Larentius stood his ground and just said it would never happen. Possibily the only time he seemed to loose his cool, was when his younger sister Dera, found him and Melisandrè chatting in the estate gardens and had to come over to insult the girl.
Was in an instant that Larentius got up in his feet, yanked Dera by an arm and smiled in a fake way while excusing himself, dragging his sister back to the estate. But before entering, he slammed Dera against the massive wood door, slamming a hand close enough to the young girl's head. Where he menaced if she so much did the same thing, she would come to regret it for the rest of her arrogant pompous life.
As time kept advancing, no one knew more how to find him than Melisandrè.
They still found funny how someone like them could be friends and remain as such, even when both sides of their families didn't liked one another. Larentius was one to joke that good thing Melisandrè's father didn't have a gun and couldn't shoot it either, or else he might shoot the poor guy on sight.
However Larentius life wasn’t all about slacking, helping around or be with his friend, as a Clawford he was introduced to hunting since very young, become expert at using bows, yet, refusing to use guns.
When asked why, he’ll reply that the sound hurts his ears and he prefers the silence of a bow. Thanks to that, he’s sometimes thought to be a rogue, something that makes him start to chuckle. All in all, he could not complain about anything. Packing some things, Larentius left the house on a solo hunting trip, while little knowing his days of peace were coming to an end.
He missed hanging around his friend during the time he was out, but was on that trip he came to see that the rumors of Forsaken being enclosing on their lands was true.Quickly making his way back home, he found out how Gilneas was being attaced from two sides.
The streets were overan with worgen, while the shores were being assaulted by the Forsaken and their weaponry and abominations. Larentius ran with his wolf companion through the streets of Gilneas warning and helping who he could.
Among the panic of people,trying to contain the problems as much as possible, Larentius was bitten by one of the worgen. Thinking it was just a scratch, he shrugged the pain off and kept doing his best to help as much as he could, making then way home. Stopping by his friend's house to tell about what was happening and to beware of Forsaken, since their ships were close enough to be seen, and every now and then there some assaults near the shore.
Not a day later, Larentius fell ill with an awfull burning fever.
Without having clear news of his friend, Melisandrè decided that she had to see her friend no matter what their parents said. It was Reyher however that kindly escorted the girl, with a heavy and apparently tired visage.
Concern was easily noticeble upon the old man's face, and seemed as if he didn't slept at all. When they came to Larentius room, Reyher nodded his head at the girl, with a soft but tired tone of voice. - "If you feel need of anything, ask Bartos, he'll be by the door." -
As the girl walked in, she looked around the quite spacious room with quality furniture, books upon books pilled over even more books, and a long chair by a wide stained glass window with the paintings of roses under a starry night sky. Soon her eyes came to lock upon Larentius who was lying on his back on the bed, panting heavily in a huge effort, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Moving a small chair close to bed, she sat by his friend with now aswell a concerned look. She had never seen him sick. Injured, wounded.. yes, but sick? She couldn't remember.
She tried reaching to Larentius to see if he was awake, being then slowly and barely glanced at. He opened his mouth, but it was like he couldn't talk, so, with a sigh, he covered his eyes with a hand.
Starting to groan in pain, to him, it felt he was being torn... ripped.. his skin like it was being shredded.
Much to his friends concern of not knowing what to do, even more from not knowing what he was feeling, she got up to shout out for the person that was outside by Larentiu's bedroom door.
When she suddenly felt something pierce through her shoulder, as she glanced, all she could see was a long wolf like snout, with fangs sinking through the clothes' fabric and her own skin. The shirt slowly soaking in blood.
Then just as sudden, she could see as the beast's eyes grew wider, as if he aknowledged he had done something horrible, and started to step back. In bed, there was nothing but sweat soaked sheets revolved in a messed pile.. behind her, was a wolf like creature standing, a worgen, that from stepping back so much, stumbled back over a chest with a thud.
As he seen Bartos by the door with a fearful look, and Melisandrè wounded shoulder, Larentiu's swiftly turned and jumped through the window, glass shattering, falling and breaking into tinier pieces on the floor.
From there on, the hunt to these acursed worgen continued.
One day, seemingly by the time Gilneas had suffered a huge blow from the Forsaken, as Sylvanas tried to conquer it and the king's price died in battle.
Larentius was tracked down in the woods, where his father leading a hand of loyal mates succeded in capturing the now worgen young man. Taken back home, where he was to be kept in a cage.
He remembers how Godfrey so coldly asked if he even remember what he had done. That struck Larentius like a massive blow to the chest, hanging his head like he always did when regretful and sad.
Soon after, he saw his father with someone that fed him something that was said it could cure the curse. However, he was still in his worgen self. After a talk, Larentius felt himself being squeezed in a hug by his old man, who he hesitated, but hugged back.
The family reuinion was brief, as the land started to shake.
Larentius ran to the edge of where they were and widened his eyes in shock and horror as he saw most of the land broken apart and the water flooding everything. The first thought that crossed his mind, was Lisa and her family.
As he tried to make a run for it, he felt his arm being flaintly yanked back by his father.
- "I just got you back son! I'm not going to lose you .. not again.. -
That made the young man stop and look at his father, sketching a soft smile even if in a wolfish way. Giving him a hug, bumping the man's back with a closed hand while bending the enough to rest his head on a shoulder.
- "You're not going to lose me dad. But I lost my human side.. I'm not going to lose my friend also.. I can't.. I have to do this.. even more after what I done to her. I will be back, I promise." -
Not giving time for anything, Larentius jumped over a fence and ran through the field as fast as he could, having once to struggle for balance as the land shook once more.
As he got to where his friend lived, his heart almost fell to the floor to break. Everything was either broken or submerged. - "LISA! ANYONE!" - Despite he knew that her father did not liked Larentius one bit, he would't just stand idly by, they were his friend's family, so by extention they were his friends too even if not mutual.
He shouted for them on and off while running around, but never got answers. Without any more thoughts, Larentius took a dive, venturing into the cold waters that seemed to almost sting him. That didn't stopped him. He swam into the house to see if there was anyone trapped inside, thought he wished they had ran away and were by now in safe and dry land.
What he seen though broke all his hopes. He wanted to cry even if underwater, yet in his state, he injured the left eye on a sharp piece of debris. Larentius saw out to find a spot to get some air, finding a very small air pool nearby a ceilling that barelly allowed him to fully open his mouth that was contorced into a painful grinding of teeth.
As he followed his path out of the house, Larentius saw at a distance someone. Was it Lisa? He didn't saw her in the house, so maybe... he swam all the way towards the person in the distance, calling out for her yet again, finding at least a spark of joy as he came to see it was her indeed. But as he was getting closer, he saw something that sent a chill down his spine. His friend was drowning infront of his eyes, as her paw's released its weak grip on the piece of wood it seemed she had been holding on to. With a last push of energy he got to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her up from the waters that were engulfing her.
- "Let's get to shore... Don't you dare leave me.." - He had placed an arm around Melisandrè, swimming on his back all the way to the shore. While it was a bit of an effort he would not allow himself to stop, keeping his left eye shut as blood was dripping the enough to cloud his vision.
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For now, this is it. ^^
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