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by Vesatia on Tue Jan 26, 2010 11:58 pm
Visiting a friend. That is why she was in Feralas. Fuzeiko had been at the Feathermoon Stronghold for exactly a week now. She was due to fly back to Auberdine in a few days, and she wanted to make the most of the trip while she was here. Its not that she didn't love her friend, but, she loved the animals the same, if not more.
Nightborne. That was her family name. The name fit Fuzeiko well, as she grew into a young feral druidess; favoring her white jaguar form. Oddly enough, she morphed into creatures most others did not. She had a closeness to nature, being a part of it almost 10,000 years. She just wanted to get away from everyone, and get back to nature for a while. Just to watch the lovely creatures. Just to be alone...
Standing in her Inn room, Fuzeiko began to dress in her forest leather armor. The brown and emerald green skirt fell to her mid-thigh, layered in patterned layers, shaped like leaves. The brown leather was adorned with green stitching, in swirling patterns. Her top was a small leather piece wrapped around her chest, and cut down slightly in the middle-front. The same patterns and colors that were present on the skirt, also covered the top piece, boots, gloves, and spaulders. Feathers hung from the spaulders and sides of the boots, along with a few tied to her shoulder-length, unrurly hair. She was part of nature alright. Looking at her there was something wild about her, something more beast than Kal'dorei.
Checking her pack had the supplies she needed, Fuzeiko ascended from the Inn into the green sunlight of Feralas. She began to bound into the forest, smiling as she leaped over logs and ferns, morphing into a jaguar as she did so. Feeling free, she ran faster until she reached the shore, leaping into the water. She then morphed into a polar bear. She dove below the water, swimming towards the main shore for a while before coming back up and swimming normally, enjoying the feeling of being wild again.
After reaching the shore, Fuzeiko shook her fur off, morphing back into her Kal'dorei form. She stared towards the rainforest and smiled. "Hello nature, my dear old friend.." Her voice was smooth, and dream-like, holding signs of her ancient history, and her wisdom. "Oh how I have missed you." And she listened to the psithurism, the whispering of the leaves blown by the wind around her
They say most of your brain shuts down during cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. -Richard B. Riddick
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