(Uryal, humanoid form. This takes place hundreds of years ago.)
Uryal stood at the top of the snowy peak, black and blue magic pouring from her hands and mouth as she turned to stare down the figure following after her. She didn't need to see, though, to know who it was. Or rather, what it was. They had followed her, they had found out what she'd tried to do and chased her this far. The elf stood her ground, her form rippling with Void energy and a thick air of pinpricking static electricity.
"You won't stop me from telling everyone what you've done to our goddess!" she spat with her teeth bared in a snarl. A clawed finger was pointed at the approaching figure. "I have already told the hunters! They will spread the word to the others even if you kill me! You will be undone, Vlor'ov!"