Post by Tyraelion on Oct 27, 2009 20:00:10 GMT -5
((This is a bit rough and only the first part, sadly I'm not very good at writing and this was a long time in the making, I'm still working on the next part and such, feel free to comment, maybe I can make it better.
Thanks much,
Ty.))
I suppose this is the place where I tell you a bit about my past.
Hmm... Ok, short version.
I was born in Nighthaven in the Moonglade. My mother and father were a priestess and a druid, yes were, their dead and I don’t live there anymore, simple as that. Shortly after their deaths I snuck away to Darnassus and ended up being taken in by a sect of rogues living there. I earned my way with small tasks and one day proved myself enough to begin my training, I lived with them for many years before being sent to Stormwind city to prove myself yet again.
Long version? *Sighs* Ok, but you did ask for it...
It seems to me that most people say childhood was the best time of their lives, family, friends, love... HA! Family to me was a mother who was too weak to stand up for herself, an uncle who would have loved nothing more than to see me dead and a father who lay asleep trapped within the Emerald Dream for the entirety of my young life and I say that because on the day he awakened life as I knew it came to an end.
For years we had been living a lie. My father hadn’t abandoned us; my bastard uncle had poisoned him in an attempt to steal my mother from him. Of course he hadn’t been counting on me at the time of his treachery; my mother had already been carrying me. So he hated me and my mother stayed tied to my father.
When I was born I had the bright golden eyes that are such a sign of potential and I was looked upon with favour. I spent most of the days of my childhood preparing for when I would embark upon the path of the druid.
Around the time of my thirteenth year of life my mother came to me bleeding and told me that she had been attacked by my uncle and had found out what had happened to my father and that she was going to save him and that I was to stay at home. Then she left, and I followed.
We traveled to the barrow dens where the druids sleep and walked the familiar path to where my father lay.
As I watched my mother cast many spells upon his still form to seemingly no effect.
Yet before I had given up hope his eyes snapped open and with a terrifying snarl he reached out and tore out my mother’s throat.
It was then that I charged into the room desperate to get to my mother, but as I did so he shifted into the form of a giant black panther/bear hybrid and with one casual swipe nearly tore me in two.
The last thing I remember from that day was his terrible roar as he charged from the room.
Thanks much,
Ty.))
I suppose this is the place where I tell you a bit about my past.
Hmm... Ok, short version.
I was born in Nighthaven in the Moonglade. My mother and father were a priestess and a druid, yes were, their dead and I don’t live there anymore, simple as that. Shortly after their deaths I snuck away to Darnassus and ended up being taken in by a sect of rogues living there. I earned my way with small tasks and one day proved myself enough to begin my training, I lived with them for many years before being sent to Stormwind city to prove myself yet again.
Long version? *Sighs* Ok, but you did ask for it...
It seems to me that most people say childhood was the best time of their lives, family, friends, love... HA! Family to me was a mother who was too weak to stand up for herself, an uncle who would have loved nothing more than to see me dead and a father who lay asleep trapped within the Emerald Dream for the entirety of my young life and I say that because on the day he awakened life as I knew it came to an end.
For years we had been living a lie. My father hadn’t abandoned us; my bastard uncle had poisoned him in an attempt to steal my mother from him. Of course he hadn’t been counting on me at the time of his treachery; my mother had already been carrying me. So he hated me and my mother stayed tied to my father.
When I was born I had the bright golden eyes that are such a sign of potential and I was looked upon with favour. I spent most of the days of my childhood preparing for when I would embark upon the path of the druid.
Around the time of my thirteenth year of life my mother came to me bleeding and told me that she had been attacked by my uncle and had found out what had happened to my father and that she was going to save him and that I was to stay at home. Then she left, and I followed.
We traveled to the barrow dens where the druids sleep and walked the familiar path to where my father lay.
As I watched my mother cast many spells upon his still form to seemingly no effect.
Yet before I had given up hope his eyes snapped open and with a terrifying snarl he reached out and tore out my mother’s throat.
It was then that I charged into the room desperate to get to my mother, but as I did so he shifted into the form of a giant black panther/bear hybrid and with one casual swipe nearly tore me in two.
The last thing I remember from that day was his terrible roar as he charged from the room.
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