Pah, the one shale spider with no rare mob for its skin

I'm also fairly sure I reviewed one before but can't for the life of me find it. Ah well, we'll do it again.
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Varethyn had been idling in Orgrimmar for some time, the place even quieter than usual since most people had chosen the Shrines in Pandaria's Vale of Eternal Blossoms as their new home. That didn't bother the elf much, he enjoyed the quiet. What did bother him though was the sudden influx of messages from a strange person. Likely a friend of one of his new friends. They had been urging him, as a fellow hunter, to tame certain beasts for the challenge of it. Most of them he'd passed up, hoping they'd stop. But they still came. In hopes of quelling the flow Varethyn decided to take one up, the latest one suggesting a purple shale spider. From memory he knew they could be found in both Deepholm and the Twilight Highlands. Much as he'd like to meet up with Karoma again, he opted for Deepholm instead - it would be easier to navigate the caves there. Heading through the portal to the Stone Mother's dominion he took a sip from his Vial of the Sands to transform into a stone drake and took flight to where the shale spiders lurked.
Many colours of shale spider lives in this cave, the purple ones being in a little deeper. Beyond the colossal gyreworm that enjoyed grabbing the unwary and depositing them back at the beginning. Thankfully navigating its circular path was fairly simple, a purple shale spider even greeting him at the main chamber of the cave system.
Varethyn had never really understood how shale spiders worked. They, and the gyreworms, looked to him to merely be piles, or rings, of animated stone. It was also confusing why they were called spiders. They only have four legs opposed to eight. Maybe their behaviour and multiple "eyes"? The elf studied the creature a moment, it not seeming to be bothered by his presence. Left without any answers this way he reached out with his spirit to try to Bond with the spider.
It - discerning the gender of a pile of rocks was rather difficult - was quick to fall to his side, quite content to follow its new master. Shrugging that off Varethyn took it to Pandaria to put it to the test. There were still a few things he needed to do there. In the brighter light Varethyn took the time to inspect his new pet further, naming it "Juvela", meaning "jewel-like".
It was not hard to admit that it was a rather attractive creature, with the veins what Varethyn assumed to be amethyst running along its otherwise grey, stone legs and of course the seven large gems acting as eyes on its head accompanied with a soft violet glow. He still couldn't describe it as anything more than a collection of stones though. He also noted that it liked to sit in place for the most part, swaying slightly from side to side and clacking its "mandibles" and sometimes turning to one side then the other to look around. It also made no sounds at this point. Certainly a well-behaved and quiet pet to have.
Taking Juvela along to find out what needed doing around the Vale today Varethyn was less than happy to find out mogu spirits were harassing those of fallen pandaren, forcing them to relive their deaths and seal their souls for wicked experiments. The very thought of dealing with anything undead always made the elf's skin crawl, but he had a job to do and so he went. He was grateful that Juvela was happy to run ahead to attack, though he did move closer a few times to get a better look at its movements.
Ah, perhaps that is why they are named after spiders? Juvela occasionally wrapped the legs of her targets in a sticky, web-like substance that held them in place long enough for her to scuttle around to the back to hit the unprotected areas (how did that work on a ghost again?). Often it would also stamp heavily on the ground, sending out a shockwave.

((Alani photobomb!))
It was hard to see sometimes, the movement was almost subtle along with the mogu spirit's lightning spells hiding it from time to time, but the shale spider attacked by stabbing the enemy with the points of its feet. Sharp or not, having a rock dropped on one's foot was painful!
All the time Varethyn listened to Juvela. He didn't expect the creature to make noise after his initial inspection, yet it was capable of making squealing and squeaking sounds. Not gratingly so, like it was rubbing its gems together. How it was able to make such interesting sounds was beyond the elf. He quite liked them really. Another thing he hadn't fully paid attention to since taming Juvela was that he felt stronger, as if the shale spider was exuding some kind of aura that boosted his strength and agility.
Remarkable and strange, and durable given her stone-like body, as Juvela proved to be, Varethyn opted not to take it with him. He'd had several other shale spiders of ranging colours in the past and, while he enjoyed the company of all of them, he found he had little use for the things. With tasks complete he returned to Deepholm to let Juvela go, maybe to greet more passers-by that managed to avoid the gyreworm.
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I'll take another, please
Name: Varethyn
Level: 90
Exotics: Sure.
Restrictions: No monkeys or gorillas.