Arvaitha Bio

[arvaitha]

Aldrassil. I speak of it as I would the weather with a passerby. They are unaware of the gut-retching pain it causes me to remember it as it once was. Beautiful Aldrassil, destroyed in a blaze of red- the blood shed by those who once called it home. Their bodies were scattered among the trees and across the land. I saw it happen. There was nothing that as young elf, such as I was, could do but watch as the Horde slaughtered my friends and family. Nothing I could do as I watched the gruesome murders of my mother and my father.

I remained hidden for 2 moons among the trees, until I was positive the Horde had vacated the area. I was never discovered in my hideaway to which I had retreated when told to run. When I felt that it was safe to emerge, I buried my parents, as well as many of the others until I had no choice but to leave. I tagged along with many traveling groups, mostly elfin, some human and even a single dwarf once, until I was able to survive on my own. I have been alone ever since journeying the lands of Teldrassil, never remaining anywhere for very long.

I am told I am lucky to have survived such a massacre, but I am not so sure. I am filled with anger and vengeance. Happiness- it has been too long. I no longer know what that emotion feels like. I do laugh as Emizael (my brother whom had left home when I was small and I just found) will tell you, but a pain soon follows in my chest, my hearts reminder of my imposed loneliness.

Fate has made me a loner, with the exception of the animals being my only companions. We have an understanding, as close a friendship an elf and animal can maintain. It suits us, however, to come and to go without question or mention-just a look that says, “welcome back.” We have chosen to hunt together. Not for food as many would assume, but the Horde. The animals have waged their own war as they are killed so savagely for pure sport and not survival. The lands we have commonly shared have been desecrated by evil. They will have their revenge.

I will have my revenge.

I am a hunter and the Horde is my prey.

I have set the trap.

Now to watch and wait…..[/i]

[Celera]

I too have often preferred the company of animals, Arvaitha. Some days I still do. But we need companionship, counsel and encouragement from people as well. I hope you find those things here among the Defenders, as I have. Welcome!

((and nicely written!))

Celera

[Anna]

((Impressive. I like your style! ))

[Kalmorith]

*Kalmorith listens intently, then decides to speak*

Arvaitha, I have heard many a Defender speak of a tragic younghood...where death, destruction, and all the things a child should not see invade their innocence. But I have not often heard one speak with as much anger and resolution as you. Although the anger, if controlled and channeled, can aid you in battle, be careful that you do not become clouded with hatred.

This is a difficult time. Instead of farming and living peacefully, we are all forced out to battle evil. It is a lot that we all share.

Though it is not my place to speak on your past, and though I can never know the true nature of the pain you feel, I only say that you must control your anger and hatred. Do not let it consume you, or it will cause your downfall sooner than any orc arrow.

You are doing well in the House. Go out, and let your passion be your ally.

[arvaitha]

I have been made a member of the House of the Beast. When asked to join, I knew not what to expect or accept. I have asked for assistance not expecting much, but receiving sometimes more help than needed. I have been stunned by the kindness of these people that have invited me into what they call their family. Some have called me sister, others have called me friend, but they all have called me family. I am slowly warming to the idea, for it has been many years, but I catch myself looking forward to joining my new 'family' and engaging in the fight together or perhaps just fighting over 'Grannies' cookies. I am feeling, perhaps, that Elune's light may have finally found me.....

[arvaitha]

I have been waiting for him to show...an hour...two have gone by. I am enraged he has not shown as he has promised. How can he not show up after he said he would? Wait...mayhap he is in peril and......no, not him......but wait, you never know. I shall try to find him. I left him last in Stormwind...'thinking'....I shall start there.

He is not in the Trade district, nor the Dwarven or Old Town....I will try the Mage Quarter.....still nothing. On to the park.....wait....is that him? It is!!.... 'start to shout his name'......who is he with?...who is she?......No, it cannot be.....He bends over and kisses her....No, she does not deserve him. She will use him....Got to leave...cannot watch this.....my heart is breaking....to the forest where I can hide.....

[Emizael]

(( ut oh...sounds like someone is in trouble...))

[arvaitha]

Hiding in the thickest of the forest, I licked the wounds of my heart. I are only as my body demanded nourishment, eating for no reason but that. I stayed within my shelter, hidden from probing eyes for many moons dwelling on my state of confusion, trying to organize my thoughts to rid myself of the sense of despair that has taken over my mind. What do I do? Where do I go from here? How do I want my life to be? Who do I turn to? What do I want to do?

I was never one for self pity, and did not realize that was exactly what I was doing. I was wallowing in it, letting it swallow me one limb at a time and allowing it to happen. I had trusted him to be at my side always, and I had lost him to another. I continuously asked myself what I could have done to change the course in which the situation had ended. What did I do wrong? What could I have done differently? What could I do to fix it? I had to realize there was only one answer to these questions.........nothing. It was not my fault. He was not one I could depend upon, nor one that had really created an impact on my life. Just a passerby that I encountered who temporarily filled that void of lonliness that I did not realize I harbored. It took many moons to discover this, but eventually I did.

I rose from my bed of furs that lay on the floor of my shelter, grabbed my bow, and called for my cat Arbach. We set out together to hunt for a feast for the two of us as well as for provisions for the future journey. We returned with the biggest deer we could find, cooking a roast for that evenings dinner, preparing jerky to take with us, and the hide for new clothes. The skin was stretched to dry between two wooden poles and will be taken to a leather worker for a new pair of leggings once I reach the city. With the meat roasting on a spit above the fire, Arbach eating his share (for he enjoys his rare), and the skin stretched in the sun, I headed off to the lake to take a long awaited bath. Unfortunately during my despair, many things I had neglected.

I walked down the path to the small lake and stripped myself of my worn clothes. I held them up for inspection and realized the leather was worn in some areas while badly stained in others and patched in the rest. At once I felt the shame in allowing myself to transpire to such a wretched condition that caused me to disregard even my own hygiene.

I washed my soiled leathers and laid them out to dry upon the rocks that formed a ledge over the edge of the water. I gazed down into the crisp blue-green of the water and watched as the sun glistened off the suface. I took one last look and with a smile, jumped in shattering the calm that was now just a memory. The water was cold but it felt glorious. The chill seeped into my skin, but instead of causing me to search for warmth, it felt as though it was awakening me as from a dark dream. When I surfaced, the sun beat onto my face, like a light at the end of a long tunnel. I was alive. It felt wonderful.

I swam across the small lake from shore to shore since it was such a short distance and I felt my leg muscles stretching then start to burn with the exursion, reminding me of my body's period of disuse. I had been inactive for far too long. I swam back to the sandy cove under the rocky ledge from which my clothes were drying and saw Arbach lying in its shade waiting for my return. It seemed he even dared to enter the water upon seeing me swimming since he was damp from his collar to his paws. I couldnt resist the temptation of his so close to the waters edge, so with a mischievious gleem in my eye, I swam as close as I dared and splashed him with all the water I could muster. He jumped at once and shook his entire body from head to tail, his black coat still glistening with droplets. He stared and bared his teeth at me as if trying to intimidate me. I stared back and could not hold back my laughter any longer. Without a sound he walked away, heading up the legde towards the path I had taken earlier to initially come to the lake. Still smiling to myself, I watched him till I could no longer see him and walked out of the water and layed in the same area he had just vacated and looked out across the lake. Suddenly, without any warning, I watched as my clean...and dry...leather clothes fell from the ledge and into the water. Stunned I watched as they floated before me and once I realized what that cat had done, ran back into the water and grabbed my clothes before more damage could be done. I looked up at the ledge and there he sat, laying across the ledge flipping his tail up and down looking at me as smug as a tiger can. I ran back up the ledge, laid my clothes back out quickly and chased him back down to the water. Together we frolicked in the water as we would have if we were both still young. I scrubbed his thick fur but when I turned my back to him to reach the soap, he nudged me with his head and I commenced to fall back into the water. When I surfaced sputtering, he looked the other way as if he had nothing to do with it. I had to laugh. And I laughed and laughed. I laughed so hard that it was difficult to stop. Good Elune, it felt good.

We dryed by the heat of the sun then started our return to the shelter. I grabbed my leathers as we passed and realized we took so long that the leathers were already dry...again. The roast was almost done by the time we returned, so I rotated it to the other side to cook the remainder of the way. While I was waiting, I decided to make another bed to replace the one I haphazardly made previously on the ground within the lean-to. Instead of sleeping on the hard ground, I took a skin I had used for the roof of my shelter and tied it between two trees to make a hammock. Tonight I would go to sleep watching the stars in the sky.

After alleviating the hunger that my days exertions caused, I curled up into my new bed, my muscles groaning in appreciation. I gazed up into the sky reliving my earlier activities and thought to myself how rested my body as well as my mind felt. I would not be interrupted tonight by screams, nor from the smell of blood from dreams that usually plague me during sleep. They are dreams that are not dreams at all, actually, but memories.....horrible realities that I had lived with for so long. I knew. I knew, now, that I had to confront those memories and the pain that they caused me to remember them. I knew what I had to do.

Tomorrow, I will head to Aldrassil. I will head home.
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[Celera]

((beautiful!))

[arvaitha]

Flying above the trees if Elwynn Forest, I enjoy the beauty of the land that nature and the Goddess Elune has provided. The chilly rain pelts again my armor, each drop making a 'ding' once it hits the metal. The weather does not deter me though, instead it holds the power to rejuvenate me.

Stormwind City appears in the horizon above the field of green tree tops. The spire of the Cathedral rises from within the guarded walls, serving as a beacon drawing the weary to safety. But, however, the gryphon does not land. It continues past, heading for a different destination.

We soon pass over the mountains of Dun Morogh and through the warm blue skies of Loch Modan. I now enjoy the sun as it warms my face as I look into its rays, and as I bask in its glory, I loose sense of time. Before I realize it, we have reached the wetlands of Menethil Harbor. The gryphon lands and I carefully dismount, my legs stiff from such a long journey. Slowly I walk to the end of the dock and sit with my legs dangling from the edge as I wait for the boat to arrive that will lead me to Auberdine. I look across the channel into the sea watching as the sun glitters off of the green blue water. Aldrassil.....I am going home to Aldrassil. It has been a long time since I have been there last.....perhaps it has been too long.