She was a wanderer, not a soldier of the Horde or the Alliance. She traveled Azeroth with her axes on her hips and her beloved bird over her shoulder, constantly moving from place to place. She wasn't part of the greater scheme of Azeroth's fate, and that's how she wanted to live her life. It wasn't cowardice, nor was it selfishness, it was simply her life the way she wanted to exist. She wanted to learn, to enlighten herself and always protected anyone near regardless of race or creed.

Her footfalls continued along the path as she made her way toward Orgrimmar, the Horde's capital city in Durotar. It was the nearest place for a hot meal and good rest. She was weary, her bare feet aching through her journey as the sun bore down on her path.

"It's been a while since we've had good rest..." She said with a smile over her shoulder to the black avian whose wings stayed outstretched. "A bed and some good food may be nice."

Mathew stared upward at the clouds above from his little flat rock. He was alone, and had been for nearly an hour... His mind had been racing of his past, every person he had met throughout his death cycles. He remembered all of it - the smell, the pain, the deaths. It made it impossible for him to move. His body had become so sensitive that even the air blowing across him sent pleasure through his little system. His arousal stood upright between his legs... Half of him was waiting for something to come by and pluck him from his perch for a painful meal.

Then, a black streak flew over him. The bird's claws nearly grazed his front as the wind blew by him sending a huge run of pleasure through his body. He gasped, looking down past his stiff appendage to an approaching creature. She was beautiful, her red hair contrasted her brilliant blue skin almost perfectly. The green skirt she wore brushed on the ground as she walked, her feet peeking out from beneath it with each step. Her chest was armored well, though her abdomen was completely exposed. He could see the well toned muscle of her body... She didn't bother with heavy armor, preferring speed and maneuverability - as well as her shamanistic abilities - to outwit her foes. Wind deflected arrows, stones from the ground were armor to her...

Her golden eyes were transfixed on the horizon as she approached the small cliff face. A shadow fell over him as she stepped forward, his life literally going in slow motion as the wind danced through the feathers of her pauldrons. The sole of her foot was covered in grime and dust, which had been so thoroughly ground into her skin it seemed like a part of her. However, even with that, her brilliant blue tones shone through well.

"There..." Ayelen said under her breath as she crouched, feeling something on the small rock underneath her foot pop slightly. The sensation didn't phase her one bit - she was a troll... Things breaking underfoot was a normal occurrence. Little did she know, the thing under her sole was alive.

Mat was dying a slow, painful death. Her weight was shifted toward the outside of her foot, but the initial blast had done serious damage to the little creature. His intestines had broken through his diaphragm and forced their way up his throat and out his mouth. The pressure had not crushed his skull entirely, but his tiny eyes bulged from their sockets violently as he struggled to make sense of the sensations. It was the first time he had been crushed in this particular way.

He couldn't breathe - his lungs both popped and his diaphragm was destroyed. He didn't need air to survive though - he wasn't human after all. Air only allowed him to move, without it he would be paralyzed but still alive. He wasn't bleeding much either, and his thoughts and emotions were held in his spirit - his brain was his body's control center but without it he was still just reduced to a living carcass.

He wasn't dead, he was tortured...

Ayelen smiled, looking to the walls of Orgrimmar from her perch. It was still a beautiful sight to behold, especially when she knew she could get good - cheap food and rest there. While she wasn't a soldier of the Horde, she was still welcome within it's halls as a citizen. She never went to the major Alliance cities unless she was summoned - the war had torn the races apart that much even now.

"Finally..." She said to herself, standing up and stepping forward slightly. The object under her foot popped a few more times under her weight, and as she began to walk toward the city's walls she felt whatever it was stick to her skin. Just like the popping, that too was a familiar sensation she didn't care much about checking. Whatever it was would fall off eventually, after all.

As she walked, Mat's little body was further destroyed by her steps. He was slowly reduced to nothing more than a semi-sentient pelt of flesh stuck to her skin, his hair the only true testament to what he once was. She pulled her axes off her hips, twirling them in her hands slightly as she walked along the path toward the city - She had every intention of finding a good place to sharpen the blades inside of the city's walls, and a troll approaching with drawn axes wasn't particularly seen as a huge threat there.

"Maybe we can do something to earn some extra cash here too... There's always something that needs to be done." She said to Ikky as the bird flew by her, gliding with it's wings outstretched.

~She never knew of Mat's demise.~