Tales of the initiate's

[TygerDarkstorm]

Xyrah--Shadowglen

Xyrah gave the human a funny look, she wanted to wipe the smug smile off his face. She stood up to her full height and stalked over to him. "I'll thank you not to talk about women like that," she growled.

[Raydex-of-the-dawn]

Sari and Carp

"Oh, calm down. Honestly." Though Sari didn't drink, she'd seen her fishing instructor do so plenty. "He's just boozed up. He probably doesn't even half-know what he's saying."

[Trinia]

(( Oh, yes. Hopefully going to enter later, sadly have to prepare for school right now. Is another feral druid okay? Been meaning to RP my main again. If anything, she's usually in Bear form or Elf, only using cat as another means of travel and attack. <3 ))

[Azunara]

((Whoot! Ferals! xD Everyone knows it's the best DPS class. Except locks. I will give them credit. Even low level, they are SCARY.))

[Kira]

(( Hmmmm...very tempted to have my little lock pop up..but I dun think locks are too welcome in Shadowglen, heh ))

Cosis
Shadowglen

A snort left the elf as she looked at the worgen woman. "Ya know, I think we'll get along really well." She really should watch herself drinking. Too many years spent in Ironforge, too much dwarf in her when she got drunk. Not remotely fun.

[Aweena]

Sylfina And Mania

Waking up from her day dream Sylfina noticed the conflict going on again sighing to her self again she sat up a bit more "so why are you back for training Azu?" she asked the younger druid "and who is this master you dislike so much?"

Mania annoyed with the humans smell was creeping off a bit stalking a mouse she had noticed, looking back a sec she noticed the dog woman had gotten up and was growling at the human, huffing a laugh Mania scared the mouse she had seen off tilting her head she wondered what a boat was since her pet hunter had named wanting to get on one

((how am i doing btw?))

[Kirrandria]

(( OH, oh, I wanan join. I love roleplay, and this'll get rid of my boredom fer sure! ))

Name: Keevashaa
Race/Class: Troll Huntress ( Beast Mastery )
Location: Boughs of Teldrassil
Physical Appearence: Pretty, for a troll. She had dark blue skin and even darker hair tied back in a short ponytail, with bright red-orange eyes and small tusks. Often in Alliance lands, she wears dark mail armor with a thick cload that hides her appearence. Only able to tell she's a troll by her accent.
Background: Once a warlock, she lost most of her magical ability in a summoning accident involving a felhound. Then, when many trolls began to shun 'da voodoo', she took up a bow and began training as a hunter. Never quite forgetting her years as a warlock, she's found a way to combine remnants of her dark magics and her knowledge of alchemy to make her and her animal companions as powerful as possible.
Personality: Often quiet and crabby, she doesn't often start or even join conversations, but when she does get to talking it's easy to tell she's a bit full of herself. Despite that, she's not a mean person and can be quite nice when it comes to the few people she considers friends ( though watch out, she does pick on her friends for a good laugh ).

Name: Draeya Silverstream ( Kitty )
Race/Class: Night Elf Druid ( Feral )
Location: Boughs of Teldrassil
Physical Appearence: Rarely in elven form, this druid is very often found as a cat or bird, and sometimes as a bear, deer, or wildkin. When she is in elven form, her skin is a pale lilac and her hair a dark blue, tied back in a braid. She hears a collar made of titansteel, decorated in tigerseye gems and tiny charms. Her eyes are always a bight, cat-like gold.
Background: She spent many years training in an academy of sorts for druids, before venturing out into the wild. One of the first people she encountered was Keevashaa, and they have been best friends ever since. When she returned home, she found that her friends had disappeared without a trace. Ever since, she's been searching for friends that she can truly call part of her 'pack'.
Personality: Very friendly and happy, she's always the first to greet a new person, often by giving them a good sniff and begging for pats or a fish. However, hurt someone she considers a friend and she can become as vicious as a mother bear protecting her cubs. If asked why she spends so much time in animal form, she'll always answer because it's easy to sucker people into giving her attention, but in reality she only feels safe as an animal.

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A dark figure sat upon a giant branch hanging over the bluw sea, leaning against the side of the great tree. Beside her, a shadowy wolf was curled up, paw over its nose, breathing as though in deep sleep. The figure grumbled, looking to the forest with red eyes. " Mon, she was sahpposed ta be 'ere nearly an 'ah ago. What be takin' 'er so long? Ya tink she got 'urt, boy? " The wolf yawned and lifted his head, shaking it back and forth, before lying back down. The figure, apparently a troll, sighed. " Well ef she en't 'urt den she bettah get 'ere soon, else I'll 'ave ta go lookin' fah 'er in dis dangerous place. Ah bet da elves wouldn't take ta kindly to a troll a dah 'orde wanderin' dere tree, would dey? " The wolf snorted, lifting his head and placing it on the trolls lap.

" You know I wouldn't let anyone harm you... "

The troll laughed, petting the wolfs head with enthusiasm. " Yah sure, boy? Yah might just run off enstead, den what'd I do?"

" Hmmph, I'm not that big a coward. I just don't like big, scary, dangerous things, is all. And besides, where could I run too? Off a branch? "


(( I have no idea where I might be able to actually jump in... so I'll just introduce on of my charactes, for now. ))

[TygerDarkstorm]

((You're doing fine Aweena ))

Xyrah--Shadowglen

Xyrah still wasn't in full control of her feral, savage, worgen instincts and the huntress with the wind serpent's comment about sent her off her rocker. She knew she was taller than a night elf and she used that height to try and make herself look as menacing as possible, a growl rumbling through her throat. She knew the bastard was drunk, she was human once after all--she just didn't feel that being drunk meant that someone could get away with saying offensive things.

The comment from the darker druid settled her a bit and she flashed her a grin. "Oi, just because 'e's drunk doesn't mean he's free to say what he pleases. If everyone were allowed that the world would be in a worse place than it is because no one would need to be held accountable for their actions or words."

Duskstalker walked over to the upset worgen and twined himself around her legs, purring steadily. Just leave it be, love, he said soothingly to her. We're better off making friends not enemies. Xyrah dropped her threatening pose and huffed off to the outer edges of the circle, suddenly wishing she had just gone back to Darnassus.

[Kirrandria]

(( Okay, I've gotten this figure out. I think. ))

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Draeya
Teldrassil

The druidess, frownied, her tail lashing back and forth, eyes narrowed. She sttod in catform of a lare branch that hung over the sea far below. A small black owl was perched on her head, swiveling its head back and forth to view its surroundings. There she was, on a branch on the other side of Teldrassil, and not aware that the friend she was meant to meet was elsewhere. " She was supposed to be here already... " She sighed, sitting down and swiping her tounge over her black paw, running it through her silver mane and over her face, ears perked for any noise.

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Keevashaa
Teldrassil

The troll sighed, getting up, but not before giving her wolf a pat. " Come on, we're gunna go look fah 'er. She en't 'ere yet, and ah don't tink she's going to come 'ere anytime soon. " She glanced through the trees, towards an opening in a large hill, elven guards standing by the pathway. " Maybe somebody in Shadowglen know where she's at. "

The wolf barked, frowning at his master. "No, you can't go there! You're from the Horde! Shadowglen? "

Keevashaa nodded. " Yah, dere. Don't worry, da guards won't notice us and ah bet da drunken people ah da inn couldn't tell a cloaked troll from a cloaked draenei. " She pulled her hood over her eyes, only the refelction of her eyes reaching outside the shadows of the cloak. She headed toward the hills, climbing up trees and over the earth, taknig the hard route and avoiding the path entirely. AS she walked up to the town, she found a group of people. Clearing her throat, she tried to speak without an accent.

" U-uhm, excuse me.. have any ah.. of you see a druid around- " She cut off, frowning as she noticed some of the people were druids. " .... Here? "

Her wolf grinned, tail wagging. " Why yes, my friend, I do believe I am seeing them now. "

" Shaddup. "

[TygerDarkstorm]

Xyrah--Shadowglen

Xyrah all but jumped out of her fur at the voice of the newcomer. Embarrassed, she growled, "Aye, there be two in front of ya."

[Aweena]

Sylfina And Mania

Sylfina curious of the worgen tried to move a little closer to her "don't mind him he is obviously to drunk to stand soon, I must admit im very curious of your kind have only heard rumours of you and from what i can see none of them apart from being part wolf seem true" Feeling a little insecure Sylfina shifted a bit on her spot pulling at her ear "There must be something about you for such a pretty cat to choose you" Smiling warmly and looking at Duskfang

[Kirrandria]

Keevashaa
Shadowglen

Keev frowned, not visible under her hood. " Ah just noticed.... " catching herself slipping back into her old accent, she tried to correct herself. " Ah... I was just looking for a certain one... it seems she's not here, either. I bet she'll make her way here eventually, though. " She looked for an empty spot, sitting down, her wolf joining her.

" Is it a good idea to be here? We'd probably have just as much luck actually looking for her. And besides, " he added quietly, whining as he pawed at Keev's boot, " Is it really safe to stick around? " His ears drooped as he sniffed at the air, hoping no one understood his barks and whines.

[TygerDarkstorm]

Xyrah--Shadowglen

Xyrah eyed the night elf that called herself Sylfina warily. "You mean that we're all a bunch o' savage beasts? Aye, I was like that once, then I was caught and forced to drink a potion to make me 'stable' and then the night elves gave us true control." She looked at Duskstalker. "He's the calm to my storm." It was about the only way she knew to describe the cat who had visited her dreams, helping her control her feral instincts until the day they could be joined as companions.

[Aweena]

Sylfina And Mania

Looking at Duskstalker She smiled "yes i see that all thou i heard about those connections i have never seen them yet, Mania was a present when i joined the hunters training she is a nice enough cat but fairly hard to control mostly due to me spoiling her as a kitten"

Mania hissed "i am not spoiled i just do what i want" sulking a little she looked at the new comer "something is really odd about that one"

Sylfina ignored Mania's protests and giggled "so the sentinels where not helpful in Dolanaar? i know there should be a trainer near the centre of Darnassus and she should be friendly enough"

[Saturo]

Korwen

Korwen frowned, annoyed that they kept interrupting his story. "So yah, anyway...", he started with a loud voice. "We 'ad a bashecamp in Alterac. We 'ad a lot 'a people too. A dwarf, sum' othe' humans, 'n the pretty elf."

[Trinia]

Name: Florelline
Race/Class: Night Elf Druid (Feral)
Location: Shadowglen, observing.
Physical Appearance: Her light purple skin and luxuriously long dark green locks clash together, but she was never one for "fashion." Her slightly green eyes show for her natural affinity for nature. As a druid of the Claw, she is usually found in her animal forms. Her nightsaber/panther form is a dark green, like her hair allowing her to blend into a forest environment with ease. Her bear form is majorly purple-furred, with a dark green mane. A main accessory she is never without in any form would be a flower she grows herself based upon her mood. Usually, a Peacebloom is tucked into her hair, however Gromsblood is a common sight when angered or an Arthas' Tear when she is sorrowful.
Background: She has spent most of her life training to be a Druid of the Claw, however after her training was complete, she jumped head first into what the world had to offer. She is fairly young for a Night Elf and is still naive about many things, however in her short time, she has seen many things change for better or worse. She has spent a vast amount of time traveling Azeroth, and has found her calling within aiding the Argent Dawn and Crusade. With the Cataclysm, she has returned from her travels to tend to nature once more.
Personality: Think of a bear. Florelline is headstrong and stubborn, with an interesting taste for ale. A terrible combination, but it suits her reckless fight style quite well. Despite her young outlook on the world, she is not stupid and can tell when there is a time for seriousness and a time for goofing off.
Other Notes: Her mount who she is never without is Clara, the swift black steed. She gained her in a trip to Stormwind, and is never without her. Clara understands Florelline's commands with ease, even complicated commands like, "Go back to the nearest stable. I'll pick you up later," mainly due to her connection to nature.

(( Hurray. That was actually pretty fun to write. I've never written her backstory like that before. <3 ))

Florelline slowly opened her eyes at the sound of people below. Rolling over on the narrow wooden rafter, she could make out a number of Kal'dorei, a Human and... A Worgen? In her sleep-induced haze, a growl was emitted from her current, cat-formed throat. Sticking to the shadows of the roof, her green eyes gazed down as she quietly listened in on the conversation, waiting for anything "exciting," to occur.

[Raydex-of-the-dawn]

Sari and Carp

Carp hissed and nearly charged the worgen, but Sari grabbed and restrained her.

"Bad girl!"

The troll startled her, but considering one of the visitors that had visited her fishing teacher every now and then (Sari's goal in life was still to be the Master Angler) it wasn't as much as usual. Apparently Raydex's drunken tales had been interesting to the Horde who could understand them, too.

[Saturo]

Korwen

Korwen glared at the fight, and continued even louder. "So there we were, in the' camp. 'N this drake comes 'an attacks us 'n surprise. An' I stab it right in it's leg. Tuns out, 'e didn' much like that."

[TygerDarkstorm]

Xyrah and Duskstalker--Shadowglen

Xyrah snapped at Korwen, "Oi, would you just shut up?!"

Duskstalker was growling at the wind serpent that had tried to charge his mistress; Xyrah lay a reassuring hand on his back.

[Saturo]

Korwen

Korwen swung the bottle at Xyrah, spilling out a large part of the liquid. "Would ya' jus' lemme' finish, woman!?"