Post by Shanna Tenderleaf on Feb 1, 2010 0:27:08 GMT 1
Kaldorei Druid.
Age: 2000 years
(Description: A silver haired elf sits before you, However you notice that she sits much like
a cat would. Wearing miss-matched leathers she always looks you straight in the eyes, as if
searching your soul. You also can't help noticing the dry blood stains around her mouth that
have been wiped away. Her finger nails seem to be quite long and sharp, much like claws.)
As a child I would be trained in the bow to become a sentinel, to perfect the art of the kill,
in the name of my people.
But one fateful day something.. Strange happened.
I remember being drawn to a tree, young like I but wounded. At the time I had no idea what
happened to me. I felt a warm sensation tingling deep within me and a pale green energy erupted
forth and went into the young sapling.. I was awoken by a kindly Druid, by the name of Altial Oakleaf,
who had watched what had happened. Her mother and father were surprised to find out
about her newly found talents.
From that day on wards he guided me through the path to being a like to the balance, a Druid.
It was indeed a rare gift to be chosen.
After the death of Nordrassil her family, like so many afterward wandered until Teldrassil was
created. Shanna felt ill at ease when she set foot on the new world tree. Something about it did
not feel right. She wished she could talk to Altial but since the battle of Mount Hyjal she has not heard
from him.
As time past I learnt to alter my form and I spent more and more time as a creature of the wild.
After a time being a form of an elf was few and far between. The keen feline senses are a lure.
The years past and the trees grew in all 450 years has past since the day I started my path.
Age: 2000 years
(Description: A silver haired elf sits before you, However you notice that she sits much like
a cat would. Wearing miss-matched leathers she always looks you straight in the eyes, as if
searching your soul. You also can't help noticing the dry blood stains around her mouth that
have been wiped away. Her finger nails seem to be quite long and sharp, much like claws.)
As a child I would be trained in the bow to become a sentinel, to perfect the art of the kill,
in the name of my people.
But one fateful day something.. Strange happened.
I remember being drawn to a tree, young like I but wounded. At the time I had no idea what
happened to me. I felt a warm sensation tingling deep within me and a pale green energy erupted
forth and went into the young sapling.. I was awoken by a kindly Druid, by the name of Altial Oakleaf,
who had watched what had happened. Her mother and father were surprised to find out
about her newly found talents.
From that day on wards he guided me through the path to being a like to the balance, a Druid.
It was indeed a rare gift to be chosen.
After the death of Nordrassil her family, like so many afterward wandered until Teldrassil was
created. Shanna felt ill at ease when she set foot on the new world tree. Something about it did
not feel right. She wished she could talk to Altial but since the battle of Mount Hyjal she has not heard
from him.
As time past I learnt to alter my form and I spent more and more time as a creature of the wild.
After a time being a form of an elf was few and far between. The keen feline senses are a lure.
The years past and the trees grew in all 450 years has past since the day I started my path.
