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Growing Up

Violetgerald — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 07:39:14 GMT

Part Three - Meeting:

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==Part One - Thusfar==

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:::"I just want to help people. No one should have to cry."
:::"You remind me so much of my daughter."

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:::"I know what I am going to wish for tonight. But I can't tell you, because then it won't come true!"
:::"I hope that all of your wishes will one day come true."

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:::''"Keola does not want to go with you!"''
:::''"She does not know what she wants."''

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:::"I shouldn't spend so much money on all these pretty dresses."
:::"You look pretty in anything that you wear."

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:::''"She is not some object to be passed around."''
:::''"We will debate that later."''

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:::"Do you ever wish for something like true love?"
:::"I don't usually wish for things for me. There are too many people who haven't had the chances that I have. True love would be nice, though. Really nice."

The last year of her life had been a whirlwind of confusion, drama and heartache. People had come in and out of her life so quickly she'd secretly spent nights in the Pools of Vision crying it all over. She'd grown into Earthsong and all of the people there, and had left them under pressures that she wished she didn't have to bear. Also, Keola had loosened her associations with Cenarion Druids in favor of the Runetotems in Thunder Bluff. She'd been accepted to Guardian on the will and power of Xethra and Seton more than anything else, but she felt that she fit in well enough. Litehoof and Hegal and both started to slip away from her. Beast Master had spirited away as quickly as he'd snuck in, and left her feeling emotionally lonely almost beyond fulfillment. Until she happened upon a chance meeting in Thunder Bluff involving flowers and a friendly smile. But even a charming friendship budding into romance wouldn't keep her from anxiety. Macanudo had not only stressed her but her dearest friends, and kept her from that final push towards completing her training as a Druid.

''I: Keola, Hegal'' 
''II: Keola, Litehoof'' 
''III: Litehoof, Macanudo'' 
''IV: Keola, Litehoof'' 
''V: Geranguas, Macanudo'' 
''VI: Geranguas, Keola'' 

== Part Two - The Gift ==

Keola was fretting finding a suitable item to gift him. The idea finally came to her one evening over discussion about Lite's situation. It was a scary idea at first, but it would be worth it. She would need the help of a warlock - a crazy one. Luckily, they were not in short supply. Although Hegal had gone off again on some crusade, Xethra was still at home in Orgrimmar. She was sure that despite the craziness of her idea, Xethra would be more than willing to help.

She had spent a great amount of time carefully weaving some of the finest dark gold strands that she could smelt in what was to be the finest piece of jewelry she had made yet. It was tightly and carefully woven, thick enough to withstand the beatings a warrior would place on the piece. Yet it was thin enough not to be a burden to him, and still be considered beautiful. The trinket to be hung from it would be much, much trickier to get.

"You want your soul in a shard." Xethra had surmised, giving Keola her usual dead stare. There was a touch of incredulity in her voice.

"Not all of it, just a little piece of it." Keola said. "It's going to a special person that I know will take care of it, don't worry."

"Ah. Hunter."

Keola felt the heat rising slightly in her cheeks. "No."

"The druid lady?"

"No, someone else."

"You seeing someone you didn't tell me about?" Xethra seemed surprised again.

"Hmmm kinda. I'm not sure that you would approve..."

Xethra snorted. "Whether or not I approve doesn't matter much. I'm not your damn keeper. "

"...but you matter to me, too."

"What makes you think I wouldn't approve?"

Keola's face turned bright red under the hard stare. "Because he's undead."

"Really. Never knew you to have a freaky side."

"He's not freaky! He was just never under the Lich King's control."

"An undead who is not Forsaken?" Xethra titled her head to one side quickly, and Keola winced with the wet cracking that emanated from the dead woman's joints. "Strange."

"To you I guess, he's normal to me."

Xethra chuckled darkly. "You speak highly of him. And you aren't using nice words. You must be in love."

If Keola's face could get any darker it would burst into flame. "You could say that."

"I would like to meet this man. I bet he's infuriating."

"He is not!" Keola squeaked. "I just need you to help me make something special for him."

Xethra squared her shoulders and cracked her knuckles. "A piece of your immortal soul is special, all right."

"I don't need you to make me question myself." Keola said softly. "I've done enough of that lately and it's not getting me anywhere."

Xethra gave Keola a rather feral grin. "I must meet this man. Absolutely. I've been waiting for you to grow balls for years!" With that the warlock dropped her head to her chest and started murmuring the channeling spell. Her hands began to glow with fel energy.

"Is this going to hurt?" Keola asked, but got no response. It was already too late, if it was going to hurt well...it was going to hurt. There nothing much she was going to be able to do about it.

Xethra suddenly thrust her hands out towards Keola's face. Pink tendrils of soul-stealing energy streaked towards her and wrapped themselves around her chest. Keola gasped as they tightened uncomfortably and labored her breathing, but there was no pain. What felt like hours passed by as mere minutes. Keola felt her energy being sapped away slowly and fatigue had started to set in behind her eyes, so she closed them.

Finally, a few taps on the shoulder prompted Keola to open them. Xethra stood before her, grinning with some delight. Held between her thumb and index finger was a dark pink, shining gem roughly the size of her palm. She could make out the purple and red magicks churning on the inside.

"Your soul piece, my dear. A nice specimen of one. Very nice. I don't know what may happen to you if something evil becomes of it." Xethra gently folded the shard into Keola's right palm.

Keola spent no time at all affixing a loop to the gem and threaded the chain through it. For safe keeping Keola dropped it around her neck, satisfied with the length between her breasts. She looked at it closely for a moment before tucking it into her tunic. "Thank you, Miss Xethra. This means more to me than you know."

Xethra waved off the thanks and turned to walk away. "Don't expect me to make another one. Your soul is one of the purest I've ever touched. That thing is more potent than you care to realize. You better hope against hope that you've made the right decision."

==Part Three - Evening Meeting==

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== Part Four - Resolved==

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Keola

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	The Greenmane tribe are one of the last of the nomadic tribes of Tauren. Uncomfortable with the idea of Thunder Bluff as their permanent home, the Greenmane’s roam depending on their needs and their mood. Keola was one of the few females of their tribe and would have been more coveted, had her mother been more attentive. Not spoiled, yet not again properly disciplined, Keola often slept and slacked in her training as a druid. The elder of the tribe would sometimes tease “You shouldn’t sleep in so late. We may forget you one day!”		The Greenmane tribe are one of the last of the nomadic tribes of Tauren. Uncomfortable with the idea of Thunder Bluff as their permanent home, the Greenmane’s roam depending on their needs and their mood. Keola was one of the few females of their tribe and would have been more coveted, had her mother been more attentive. Not spoiled, yet not again properly disciplined, Keola often slept and slacked in her training as a druid. The elder of the tribe would sometimes tease “You shouldn’t sleep in so late. We may forget you one day!”
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A Big Mistake

Violetgerald — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:27:38 GMT

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	Diving back into the surf Keola scrubbed herself all over but still failed to feel as clean as she needed to be. She undid her braids and dove deep, letting the sea water wash sand and tears from her mane. She briefly toyed with the idea of diving deep and letting herself go...		Diving back into the surf Keola scrubbed herself all over but still failed to feel as clean as she needed to be. She undid her braids and dove deep, letting the sea water wash sand and tears from her mane. She briefly toyed with the idea of diving deep and letting herself go...

-	"NO!" She shouted under the waves, startled by her own breath as it bubbled before her. She wasn't going to be a victim. She had made her choices, dug her grave. And now the consequences were to be bad. Keola had made a bad decision. But she still walked the Earth. And the Earthmother hadn't abandoned her. She knew this as she cast a quick lifebloom over herself to be sure she was still whole and alive as she crawled back up the beach.	+	"NO!" She shouted under the waves, startled by her own breath as it bubbled before her. She wasn't going to be a victim. She had made her choices, dug her grave. And now the consequences were to be had. Keola had made a bad decision. But she still walked the Earth. And the Earthmother hadn't abandoned her. She knew this as she cast a quick lifebloom over herself to be sure she was still whole and alive as she crawled back up the beach.

	Keola sighed dejectedly as she went through her bags. She had been planning to sleep soundly at the Inn last night, so she had packed light and no fresh tunic was waiting for her. Her clothing was clean enough but items felt dirty. She would have to purify her spirit in the springs at Thunder Bluff to be rid of the layer of remorse upon her. She begrudgingly pulled on all of her clothes and summoned her kodo mount, Chester. Luckily there was a road nearby and Chester was always an intelligent and resourceful creature. On auto pilot, he had brought her to Silvermoon safely.		Keola sighed dejectedly as she went through her bags. She had been planning to sleep soundly at the Inn last night, so she had packed light and no fresh tunic was waiting for her. Her clothing was clean enough but items felt dirty. She would have to purify her spirit in the springs at Thunder Bluff to be rid of the layer of remorse upon her. She begrudgingly pulled on all of her clothes and summoned her kodo mount, Chester. Luckily there was a road nearby and Chester was always an intelligent and resourceful creature. On auto pilot, he had brought her to Silvermoon safely.
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	He had not introduced himself, only spoke up through the curtain as she tossed and tried to sleep. He had taken a seat on the empty bed beside her and they held idle conversation. He was a hunter indeed but rather felt himself a more respectful one. He only killed out of self defense and only for what food he needed. He had spent some time in Thunder Bluff and said he had admired the Tauren ways and beliefs. Maybe that was why she had trusted him. Neither of them could sleep, so she saw no harm in talking a walk with him. They continued to idly chat as they left the city, and continued to talk about their goals. He wanted to purge the plague from the beasts of Azeroth. So, they had something in common! She hoped to heal those affected by the plague one day. Maybe the plague could be cured, and the undead could be restored in to their former lives. They finally reached formal introductions. He called himself simply the Beast Master. Whether that was his real name or not, it hadn’t been important to her enough at the time.		He had not introduced himself, only spoke up through the curtain as she tossed and tried to sleep. He had taken a seat on the empty bed beside her and they held idle conversation. He was a hunter indeed but rather felt himself a more respectful one. He only killed out of self defense and only for what food he needed. He had spent some time in Thunder Bluff and said he had admired the Tauren ways and beliefs. Maybe that was why she had trusted him. Neither of them could sleep, so she saw no harm in talking a walk with him. They continued to idly chat as they left the city, and continued to talk about their goals. He wanted to purge the plague from the beasts of Azeroth. So, they had something in common! She hoped to heal those affected by the plague one day. Maybe the plague could be cured, and the undead could be restored in to their former lives. They finally reached formal introductions. He called himself simply the Beast Master. Whether that was his real name or not, it hadn’t been important to her enough at the time.

-	They eventually reached the shore. “This is one of my favorite places to go.” He’d said.	+	They eventually reached the shore. “This is one of my favorite places to go.” He’d said.
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	“I can see why, it’s so pretty! There is so much water, look how far out it goes!”		“I can see why, it’s so pretty! There is so much water, look how far out it goes!”
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	The elven hunter had just chuckled. “There is a better view of the water. Do you like to swim? We will have to swim to get there.”		The elven hunter had just chuckled. “There is a better view of the water. Do you like to swim? We will have to swim to get there.”

Keola

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A Big Mistake

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	Keola got up and paid the kindly innkeeper her wage, and packed a little bread and cheese. The woman only smiled again as she left. All the advice that could be had was already given. She knew Thunder Bluff to be far, it would take her the rest of the afternoon to make it there, even with properly timing the zeppelin flights. She didn’t want comfort later this afternoon. She stopped by her bank to procure a fresh change of clothing and her portal scroll to Moonglade. Thunder Bluff springs could wait.		Keola got up and paid the kindly innkeeper her wage, and packed a little bread and cheese. The woman only smiled again as she left. All the advice that could be had was already given. She knew Thunder Bluff to be far, it would take her the rest of the afternoon to make it there, even with properly timing the zeppelin flights. She didn’t want comfort later this afternoon. She stopped by her bank to procure a fresh change of clothing and her portal scroll to Moonglade. Thunder Bluff springs could wait.

-	When Keola arrived in Nighthaven she expected her feet to take her directly to one of the moonwells but instead she found herself sitting on the dock of the lake, picking at her lunch. It was a quiet day and for that she was glad. She knew that there was no way anyone could have known of her deed but she was still self-conscious. The memory kept playing in her head.	+	When Keola arrived in Nighthaven she expected her feet to take her directly to one of the moonwells but instead she found herself sitting on the dock of the lake, picking at her lunch. It was a quiet day and for that she was glad. She knew that there was no way anyone could have known of her deed but she was still self-conscious.
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	He had not introduced himself, only spoke up through the curtain as she tossed and tried to sleep. He had taken a seat on the empty bed beside her and they held idle conversation. He was a hunter indeed but rather felt himself a more respectful one. He only killed out of self defense and only for what food he needed. He had spent some time in Thunder Bluff and said he had admired the Tauren ways and beliefs. Maybe that was why she had trusted him. Neither of them could sleep, so she saw no harm in talking a walk with him. They continued to idly chat as they left the city, and continued to talk about their goals. He wanted to purge the plague from the beasts of Azeroth. So, they had something in common! She hoped to heal those affected by the plague one day. Maybe the plague could be cured, and the undead could be restored in to their former lives. They finally reached formal introductions. He called himself simply the Beast Master. Whether that was his real name or not, it hadn’t been important to her enough at the time.		He had not introduced himself, only spoke up through the curtain as she tossed and tried to sleep. He had taken a seat on the empty bed beside her and they held idle conversation. He was a hunter indeed but rather felt himself a more respectful one. He only killed out of self defense and only for what food he needed. He had spent some time in Thunder Bluff and said he had admired the Tauren ways and beliefs. Maybe that was why she had trusted him. Neither of them could sleep, so she saw no harm in talking a walk with him. They continued to idly chat as they left the city, and continued to talk about their goals. He wanted to purge the plague from the beasts of Azeroth. So, they had something in common! She hoped to heal those affected by the plague one day. Maybe the plague could be cured, and the undead could be restored in to their former lives. They finally reached formal introductions. He called himself simply the Beast Master. Whether that was his real name or not, it hadn’t been important to her enough at the time.
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	She was already drifting off to sleep but for some reason, reality was clicking in record time for her that night. Keola knew exactly what those words had meant. She murmured as loudly as she could through her fatigue and sadness. “I just hope that you will still be here when I wake up. That there is a morning after.”		She was already drifting off to sleep but for some reason, reality was clicking in record time for her that night. Keola knew exactly what those words had meant. She murmured as loudly as she could through her fatigue and sadness. “I just hope that you will still be here when I wake up. That there is a morning after.”

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	Keola shook her head and made her way towards her elder trainer. She wasn’t sure if she would fell well for many days to come.		Keola shook her head and made her way towards her elder trainer. She wasn’t sure if she would fell well for many days to come.
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You're Dumb

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	Xethra's gaze was hard and blank. It was hard to say what was on her mind. "Nothing. You'll figure it out. Now get out of here, before I make you drink."		Xethra's gaze was hard and blank. It was hard to say what was on her mind. "Nothing. You'll figure it out. Now get out of here, before I make you drink."
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Danger, Will Robinson!

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	What Keola didn't know was that after only a moment of confusion, Macanudo and broken out into a wide grin and said aloud to himself "The easy ones are never much fun, anyway."		What Keola didn't know was that after only a moment of confusion, Macanudo and broken out into a wide grin and said aloud to himself "The easy ones are never much fun, anyway."
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Keola

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On Her Way

Violetgerald — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:17:15 GMT

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Keola Greenmane had never imagined that she would ever do anything wrong. She tried her best to train and become a better druid, honor the Earthmother, respect others and help them where she could. She wasn't someone who hurt people, or did bad things, or speak horrible words (other than some really dumb questions).

She held her breath under the verbal onslaught. Ears down, her own tail tight in her grip...it was taking all she had not to burst out into tears. "You have a responsibility, young one. Don't disgrace your tribe. You should be assisting the expeditions into Naxxramas by now! And you're still gallivanting around Outland with that..that..that elf!"

"I was healing-"

"You needn't worry about him any longer. You are a Greenmane, Keola - your tribe has bred some of the finest druids on Azeroth. Why do you dishonor them?"

"Honor people who left me for dead instead of waking me up and taking me with them?!" Keola squeaked in defiance.

"You are Keola Greenmane.You are of the Greenmane tribe. It is your responsibility to live up to that distinction." Loganaar berated her again.

Keola felt her shoulders slump. She was never going to win the argument with the elder druid. What was so special about being from family of powerful druids? Maybe she should have picked up a shield and been a warrior instead. Or played with totems. Then maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal.

She hadn't realized she'd actually shed tears until the handkerchief was put in front of her nose. She wiped the tears away quickly, but couldn't hold back a sob.

"...why are you crying now?" He asked, nonchalant.

"I'm scared and no body cares!" Keola wailed.

"You should be. It's natural to be. Why are you crying?" Loganaar asked again.

"Outland was scary enough, and it was really hard. My shoulder is going to ache forever, and it's not because I didn't heal it good! Northrend is only going to be harder, and worse. You expect me to go all alone? I'm a healer, not a fighter!"

The druid trainer sighed and rested a hand on her scarred left shoulder. "Perhaps you are right. You wouldn't last very long in the cold of Northrend with that attitude. Maybe you should give up Keola. I am sure your family can find another healer worthy enough to stand beside them in battle. I am sure they are supporting you, to have you to run away and abandon them."

"Master Koutetsu would understand," Keola said slowly. "Miss Lite and Master Wargard and Mister Hegal and everyone would understand..."

"Would they?" He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest. "Would they understand when they are dying, cold and alone against the forces of evil? No, I guess only they would forgive you for that."

Keola dabbed at her eyes again, and sighed. She would lose the argument on all fronts, as always. She asked weakly "When is the next zeppelin to Warsong Hold?"

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Keola

Violetgerald — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:16:08 GMT

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Danger, Will Robinson!

Violetgerald — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:15:27 GMT

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The first time a random gentleman loped up to her and put flowers in her hair, it was the well-spoken undead gentleman Geranguas. The two had become fast friends after the random meeting in Thunder Bluff. The second time was a large, hulking older Tauren man who smelled of dust and oil. Unlike her new undead friend with whom she had developed a loving platonic relationship, this Tauren bull made his lecherous intentions quite clear. To everyone who wasn't Keola.

"Hey there pretty cow, wanna take a kodo ride to my tent?" He'd said, voice deep and smooth like velvet over steel. If Keola had any experience previous with a predator, her reaction would have been to cock punch him and move on. However, naivety had gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. "Why would I want to go to your tent with you?" She asked innocently, picking the wild flowers out of her mane.

The older bull stuck his chest out and gave her an almost feral grin. "A challenge! I will bite. You look so small and alone little one, don't you need a place to call home? I have a very nice, soft fur that would suit you perfectly!"

"Hmmm no thanks," Keola said, shaking out her mane to make sure she hadn't missed a stray petal. "I like it here in Thunder Bluff a lot, and I like my hammock a lot better than furs."

"I have an encampment very close to the bluffs," He'd said offering her his hand.

"I can go down to the valley whenever I want to," She said simply. "Besides, the stars are prettier way up here."

He shifted to her side and offered her his elbow. "At least let me escort you to your hammock. I wouldn't want anything awful to become you."

"We're in the bluffs, and there are guards everywhere." Keola said. "I don't really think anything is going to happen."

The bull frowned at her. "What game is this?"

"Game?"

"...you intrigue me, little one."

"....thank you?"

He let out a hearty chuckle and tucked another wild flower behind her ear. "I am Macanudo, and I can't say that I have had the pleasure of seeing you here before."

Keola frowned. "Nice to meet you! I come here at night to bathe in the pools and watch the stars by the big bonfire. Most people are in bed at that time, I guess."

"Call me Mac," He offered. "Do you come here every night?"

Keola's epiphany came too late again - her big mouth was about to get her into even bigger trouble. Again. At least on most nights she wasn't alone...maybe Litehoof or Geranguas could help her scare the old man away...

"Pretty often, when I am not training in Northrend. They need healers on the front." She said matter of factly.

"I am sure you are an excellent healer! Miss..." He trailed off, prompting.

"Keola." She said slowly.

"Miss Keola! Life, as your name means in our tongue."

Keola nodded and took a step back, trying to think of a way to excuse herself from the meeting. "I have to go train now, if I am late Mister Loganaar is going to kill me!"

"Let me escort you-"

"I'll see you around Mister Mac!" And with that Keola activated her summons to moonglade and dissapeared.

What Keola didn't know was that after only a moment of confusion, Macanudo and broken out into a wide grin and said aloud to himself "The easy ones are never much fun, anyway."

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You're Dumb

Violetgerald — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:14:16 GMT

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Keola slammed the door shut moments before a beer stein smacked into it . If she were any slower that would have been her head! "It's just me, Miss Xethra! Did you get my post that said I'd be coming by?" There was some rustling and a thump from inside and Keola assumed that meant 'enter'. When she cracked open the door another stein hit it - this time, full of beer. Keola moaned and slipped inside. Xethra must be in a foul mood to throw a glass full of beer during Brewfest.

"I don't mean to intrude, but I need more mana pots. Stronger ones. I sent you a letter, doesn't anyone get my post anymore?" Keola asked.

Xethra was sitting on an overturned chest, cackling softly. The warlock's eccentricities seemed somehow wilder than months before. Keola felt bad for Xethra - Seton had told her months ago she feared Xethra's main ailment was a broken heart. As a result, she was loosing her grip on her sanity AND her fel magick, and was probably slowly being corrupted by it. As much as she denied it, Keola knew Xethra still loved Glaine very much and Glaine himself held onto his love for her, too. Until a cure was found for the Forsaken (the main reason Xethra continued to study alchemy), Keola doubted that the two would be together. Xethra was to proud and to headstrong to allow it.

That mastery of alchemy was what brought Keola here today. "I don't see why everyone loves this holiday so much. Drinking isn't good for you, it just makes you do dumb things."

"Blasphemy!" Xethra shrieked. "Beer is liquid bread IT'S GOOD FOR YOUUUUUU!" She sang, horribly off key.

"I should come back when you're not....uhm...having so much fun..."

"Nonsense! Mana pots, in my sleep." Xethra said, pulling up another chest laden with empty flasks. "Sit. Just a few moments."

Keola plopped herself down on the foot of the bed. She hoped she was going to get mana pots out of this and not pygmy oil as a drunken mistake...but she could tell by the way Xethra was handling her herbs that the Forsaken wasn't as toasted as she appeared. It was all an elaborate front. Keola almost missed the once strong, tenacious but short-spoken woman who had rescued her and brought her to Earthsong.

"Why don't you loosen up? Have a beer?" Xethra waved in her general direction.

"Oh, no! I don't drink that stuff, you know that." Keola chided.

Xethra made a grunting noise. "For the best. You probably shouldn't drink anyway. You're dumb enough already. When are you going to kick those stuffy druids to the curb? Think for yourself?"

Keola opened her mouth for a weak retort...but thought twice. There was a certain sad truth in those words.

Xethra spun around and thrust her arm out, three glowing blue mana potions held between her slender fingers. Keola stuffed them in her bag. "Don't move! More." Xethra said shortly.

"Do you think they are telling me wrong?" Keola asked softly.

Xethra didn't reply for a few good minutes. Probably for dramatic effect. That or she was concentrating on the task ahead. "You need to take charge of your own destiny. You should know what is good for you by now. Nice people like you get manipulated by people like them."

"What if I don't know what's really good for me?" Keola asked.

Xethra this time tossed the finished potions over her shoulder, and Keola scrambled to catch them before they hit the floor. "You are so good. Pure. Darling. You would figure it out. Easily. That, or come across some strong man who will care for you the rest of your days. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks Miss Xethra, I'll think about it." Keola said, taking the rest of the potions that were handed to her. She stood and made her way to the door...but was stopped by her cloak in Xethra's bony fist. "Yea?"

Xethra's gaze was hard and blank. It was hard to say what was on her mind. "Nothing. You'll figure it out. Now get out of here, before I make you drink."

Tags: [[Keola]], [[Xethra]]

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		+	[[A Big Mistake]]

A Big Mistake

Violetgerald — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:12:54 GMT

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The guards paid her no mind as her kodo charged into Silvermoon.

Not that they ever did.

But today, Keola Greenmane woke up hoping that she were the same person. Physically she was the same but emotionally...she felt completely different. It was her first conflict of self and morality and she had no mother, sister, or great elder to turn to for advice. In fact, she was afraid of seeking advice. Surely she could be forgiven?

She had woken upon the shore of the Azurebreeze Coast, sore and alone. Her fur was sticky from the encounter, and she discovered sand in uncomfortable places as she sat up. Keola sat there lost in her own mind, for how long she didn' t know. A sob escaped her lips. It was exactly as she had been told.

Keola awoke alone.

Tossing her loose clothing off she crawled into the surf and began to vigorously scrub. The scent of him was on her, not pleasant as it had been last night. Keola crawled back up the beach and shuffled through her packs hoping she had not been robbed. Alas, he had taken her to such a quiet and remote place, and he was as sincere a gentleman as she had hoped in that respect. Not a hair was missing. She grimaced as she reached for her bar of lavender soap. He had said she smelled good.

Diving back into the surf Keola scrubbed herself all over but still failed to feel as clean as she needed to be. She undid her braids and dove deep, letting the sea water wash sand and tears from her mane. She briefly toyed with the idea of diving deep and letting herself go...

"NO!" She shouted under the waves, startled by her own breath as it bubbled before her. She wasn't going to be a victim. She had made her choices, dug her grave. And now the consequences were to be bad. Keola had made a bad decision. But she still walked the Earth. And the Earthmother hadn't abandoned her. She knew this as she cast a quick lifebloom over herself to be sure she was still whole and alive as she crawled back up the beach.

Keola sighed dejectedly as she went through her bags. She had been planning to sleep soundly at the Inn last night, so she had packed light and no fresh tunic was waiting for her. Her clothing was clean enough but items felt dirty. She would have to purify her spirit in the springs at Thunder Bluff to be rid of the layer of remorse upon her. She begrudgingly pulled on all of her clothes and summoned her kodo mount, Chester. Luckily there was a road nearby and Chester was always an intelligent and resourceful creature. On auto pilot, he had brought her to Silvermoon safely.

Once inside the city her lumbering kodo ground to a halt and she found herself back on her feet. She turned towards the gate guards and offered one a smile as cheerful as she could muster, but he stared on. She brushed her loose, still slightly damp mane from her face and trudged on to the Inn.

Keola was distracted out of her reverie of self-loathing by the elven innkeeper. The older elf woman laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and lead her to a plush lounge behind the curtain. Keola opened her mouth but the woman shook her head, gently patting her shoulder. Keola slumped down onto the lounge as the innkeeper produced a comb and kneeled behind the young druidess, gently combing out her mane.

"You didn't come back last night." The woman said slowly. Her voice was soft and unassuming. Keola felt the weight of the world upon her again and buried her face in her hands. "I was a bit worried." The elf continued. "You usually don't go out late when you visit the city."

Keola sobbed, trying to stifle the noise with her hands. "Why didn't you stop me?" She asked, muffled.

The older elf woman sighed, and began parting her hair for braiding. "I see many people come and go my dear, and I can't make life decisions for them. Luckily, they continue to walk the earth. Most men don't seek blood at the end of the day Keola, just the pleasures a woman can give. Be glad that he didn't take you here. People talk."

Keola turned to look at the older woman. "I knew he wasn't going to hurt me. I just..." She wrung her hands. "I wasn't sure what was going to happen."

The innkeeper turned Keola back away from her and continued to braid her mane. "It's in the past, druidess. You made the decision to go with him. Whether you knew of his intent or not, you did not come back last night. It's perfectly natural. I suggest you not think twice about it."

Keola stiffled a sob. But nodded. The elf lady pinned one braid up for her and redirected her ministrations to finish the other one. "You are responsible for your decision. If you didn't want to go, if you didn't like him, you didn't have to go. The choice was yours. Your only pain is on the inside and you needn't suffer for it. Everyone has made bad decisions Keola, and I do not believe that is your first offense either. Trust me, it's also not the worst."

Keola sighed as her other braid was pinned up, the kind old lady giving her a gentle pat on the back. "But he smelled good." Keola murmured.

The innkeeper got up and stood before Keola, a kind smile on her face. "That my dear, may have been worth its weight in gold."

Keola awoke later that morning to a very empty Inn. Most customers' weren't allowed to sleep past check out, but the lady innkeeper must have taken pity on her.

She felt pathetic. Misses went out and did things with misters all of the time. So why was it upsetting her so? Maybe it was the doctrine that the druid trainers had tried to instill in her. Silly things, like don't let a man confuse you. Don't halt your study. You do not need a partner, trust in your power. You are needed in Northrend, don't give up your talents for a man. But she had also been snooping around in the libraries in Silvermoon and had read excerpts of some of the worn novels there. About falling in love, living happily ever after, giving yourself to one person and only that person. Maybe that's all those books were...fantasy.

Keola got up and paid the kindly innkeeper her wage, and packed a little bread and cheese. The woman only smiled again as she left. All the advice that could be had was already given. She knew Thunder Bluff to be far, it would take her the rest of the afternoon to make it there, even with properly timing the zeppelin flights. She didn’t want comfort later this afternoon. She stopped by her bank to procure a fresh change of clothing and her portal scroll to Moonglade. Thunder Bluff springs could wait.

When Keola arrived in Nighthaven she expected her feet to take her directly to one of the moonwells but instead she found herself sitting on the dock of the lake, picking at her lunch. It was a quiet day and for that she was glad. She knew that there was no way anyone could have known of her deed but she was still self-conscious. The memory kept playing in her head.

He had not introduced himself, only spoke up through the curtain as she tossed and tried to sleep. He had taken a seat on the empty bed beside her and they held idle conversation. He was a hunter indeed but rather felt himself a more respectful one. He only killed out of self defense and only for what food he needed. He had spent some time in Thunder Bluff and said he had admired the Tauren ways and beliefs. Maybe that was why she had trusted him. Neither of them could sleep, so she saw no harm in talking a walk with him. They continued to idly chat as they left the city, and continued to talk about their goals. He wanted to purge the plague from the beasts of Azeroth. So, they had something in common! She hoped to heal those affected by the plague one day. Maybe the plague could be cured, and the undead could be restored in to their former lives. They finally reached formal introductions. He called himself simply the Beast Master. Whether that was his real name or not, it hadn’t been important to her enough at the time.

They eventually reached the shore. “This is one of my favorite places to go.” He’d said.
“I can see why, it’s so pretty! There is so much water, look how far out it goes!”
The elven hunter had just chuckled. “There is a better view of the water. Do you like to swim? We will have to swim to get there.”

His eyes over her body hadn’t seemed intrusive, or maybe she just didn’t pay it enough mind. When they arrived on the opposite shore he built them a fire to warm them. There was more idle chat as their clothing dried. Maybe the damp leather had clung to her person, because his eyes roamed her chest a few times. His flowing golden locks were also taking long to try, and he let her touch it. He was vocal about the tightness of his pants. Keola avoided the subject and instead played with his hair.

“Have you ever…mated? Made love?”

Again Keola answered the questions earnestly believing they were engaged in idle conversation, still combing out his hair with her fingers. He pushed the subject a few more times before she flat out confessed she really had no idea what he meant by mating, because she wasn’t married nor did she have a consort. And sure, she loved lots of things, so maybe she had made love before. At least…she had, based on the definition that had been drafted by her simple mind. When he corrected her, she was sure that he was going to laugh at her and walk away, tales of her naivety to be spread across the land.

“Wait…you mean like do sex?! Ohhh so THAT is what being loose means, it has nothing to do with their clothes!”

The epiphany should have been a painful sign but she was already sucked in. They were wet and cold beside a fire on a secluded beach. He knew what he wanted and yes she was a bit curious, but the nagging warning in the back of her mind wasn’t strong enough. He was going on about how nice it was to be loose and be free, and to be your own person and live by your own rules not those of the druid elders. It was a verbal date-rape cocktail that had sealed her fate. She had already expressed she felt she was being smothered and stymied and knew no other rules than those directed to her by her druid trainers. They had told her not to get involved with ‘misters’. That she would be throwing her future away.

The Beast Master finally had invested as much time convincing her as he was interested in spending. He asked her if she would be willing to be with him. The damage to her sheltered psyche was already done. She had told him she was going to pretend that she loved him, and he had only grinned. She had asked him if he had been with others, and he gave her only a nod. Her clothing fell to the sand and she did as she was told. She liked the touching at first. It went downhill from there. He seemed to enjoy himself very much, oddly howling like a wolf at times. He knew that this was a new experience for her, but was only marginally interested in her side of it. She wasn't sure why other misses ran off with misters' all of the time. There had been sharp pain then discomfort at first yes but...pleasure? Not in the actual act itself.

Disappointed, Keola had rolled over and gazed out towards the horizon. “The sun is coming up.” She said quietly, back towards him. The campfire had long died out and she was shivering slightly in the cold. Her clothing had been balled up into a pillow, and she gingerly tossed it over herself. Beast Master was tall and strong for an elf, but he was still only small warmth when he spooned her backside, stroking her mane and murmuring appreciation and praise. Was he trying to comfort her? Did he even realize the weight of what she had just done was slowly crushing her? Did the elf even care?

“I will see you again Keola. I will visit your land and your people.”

She was already drifting off to sleep but for some reason, reality was clicking in record time for her that night. Keola knew exactly what those words had meant. She murmured as loudly as she could through her fatigue and sadness. “I just hope that you will still be here when I wake up. That there is a morning after.”

“Miss Keola.”

She dove forward, startled. She turned to see Celes Earthborne take up her post on the dock.

“Loganaar is seeking you. More training for you, I believe he has.”

Keola sighed and handed the rest of her lunch to the night elf. “I hope this will be tastier for you than it was for me. I probably won’t be able to eat after whatever else he’s going to put me through today.”

Celes blinked and slowly took the bundle from Keola’s outstretched arms. “…are you feeling well today, Miss Keola?”

Keola shook her head and made her way towards her elder trainer. She wasn’t sure if she would fell well for many days to come.

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	\|profession = Miner, Jewelcrafter		\|profession = Miner, Jewelcrafter
-	\|height = 5" 11'	+	\|height = 7" 1'
-	\|weight = 220	+	\|weight = 250
	\|build = Average		\|build = Average
	\|hair = Mane is brown. Her fur is white, with golden patches.		\|hair = Mane is brown. Her fur is white, with golden patches.
	\|eyes = Green		\|eyes = Green
-	\|alignment = Lawful Good
	\|age = Equivalent of about 19 in Human Years		\|age = Equivalent of about 19 in Human Years
	\|birthplace = Somewhere in Mulgore		\|birthplace = Somewhere in Mulgore
	\|family = Her mother is a druid of the nomadic Greenmane tribe. Their whereabouts are unknown.		\|family = Her mother is a druid of the nomadic Greenmane tribe. Their whereabouts are unknown.
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		+	:'''Other:'''<br>
		+	::''Birthday:'' March 1<br>
		+	::''Preference:'' Vegetarian (eats some fish)<br>
		+	::''Favorite Color:'' Green<br>
		+	::''Favorite Food:'' Cupcakes!<br>
		+	::''Favorite Place:'' Nordrassil, Mount Hyjal<br>
		+	::''Journal:'' [[http://greenmane.livejournal.com/\| Sleeps with Butterflies]]

-	Coming Soon.	+
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		+	Under Construction!
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		+	==Description==
		+
		+	''((temporary post - from FlagRSP))''
		+
		+	Keola is a very young but fully grown Tauren trying to find her niche in the world. Her talents as a healer are very good, but her lilting tone and her shining virtue is found to be too painful for most a haggard adventurer to handle.
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		+	At first glance, the only thing about her that stands out is her fur. Lightly spotted with golden patches, her base is a pure white. She is always perfectly clean and well-groomed. Her braids are pinned up out of her face, and she sometimes visits a goblin smith in Ratchet who keeps her horns short and dainty. Around the base of her tail, a silver band enchanted with blue stars sparkles. Unless she's in tree form - then it's a shiney bracelet. Her emerald green eyes are said to be the only hint of her heritage, for the Greenmane tribe are still nomadic and quite inclusive.
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		+	Quite naiive about the ways of the world yet, Keola is very good at shoving her hooves in her mouth. One would go as far as to say that Keola is a bit dumb, but she always means well. She is randomly obsessed with the undead, believing that love and enough healing can 'make them alive again'. She also envies the blood elves' and their beauty. Keola dedicated to her healing talents, and will cuddle just about anything.
		+
		+	==History==
		+	''((temporary post - from Earthsong's forums))''
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		+	The Greenmane tribe are one of the last of the nomadic tribes of Tauren. Uncomfortable with the idea of Thunder Bluff as their permanent home, the Greenmane’s roam depending on their needs and their mood. Keola was one of the few females of their tribe and would have been more coveted, had her mother been more attentive. Not spoiled, yet not again properly disciplined, Keola often slept and slacked in her training as a druid. The elder of the tribe would sometimes tease “You shouldn’t sleep in so late. We may forget you one day!”
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		+	That day came just before the eve of Keola’s birthday one year. She woke from her sleeping place nestled between the roots of a tree to find that she had been left quite alone. Unable to track and without prior knowledge of her tribe’s movements, Keola wandered aimlessly for a few days until she landed upon the harbor town of Ratchet. She was amused by the tiny green goblins there but eventually made friends with a group of primarily elf slave girls who were waiting for a boat to Booty Bay, where they were to be for sale. They took her in and gave her clothing and shelter, but Keola knew nothing of the real purpose of the band.
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		+	They were peddled in Booty Bay for a long while, where Keola learned many things akin to a lady such as jewelry making and obedience. Not a few more weeks has passed when Keola came into the throes of puberty and soon grew taller than her fellow slave girls. The horns on her head also grew longer and sharper, and had to be filed down to a petite and safe size. Her former friends also blossomed in their own ways and were unappreciative of her large size. Teasing and name calling aside, Keola ran away from the group one day before dawn. She was never pursued (perhaps because the slave trade was dying off, and her handlers knew they couldn’t fetch much of a price for a Tauren in their markets).
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		+	Keola took what little knowledge she had of making jewelry and was trying to make her way in the world. When trudging through the swamps near Stonard one day, she fell prey to one of the bandit Broken tribes there and certainly would have been skewered and skinned had a warlock by the name of Xethra hadn’t been running by. On her way to assist the members of Earthsong in battling their way through the dark tower of Karazhan, Xethra just happened upon the young Keola and rescued her from certain death. Not sure with what to do with her new ward, Xethra let Keola tag along with her to the tower of Karazhan. The young druid rattled on about nothing and the Earthmother the entire way. Knowing that her patience would never last, Xethra convinced Earthsong to take Keola in and charged them with making a ‘proper fighter of her’.
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		+	It soon became apparent that Keola would never make a fighter, and so rather took on the healing arts much like her idols Paleowl and Winterknight and has never looked back. Still lazy and sleeping in too much, it has taken Keola a great long time to train but she still has much to learn. She loves being among the people of Earthsong, who follow and cherish the bounty of the Earthmother as much as she. She hopes one day soon to be able to heal the great fighters of Earthsong in the name of the Earthmother, despite her fears regarding pain, the war, and suffering.
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		+	Keola has regretfully left her home and family in Earthsong and joined the ranks of Xethra's Guardians in their push to stop Arthas in Northrend. She still remins close with many of it's members, and has adopted a semi-permanent home in Thunder Bluff should any of them wish to visit.
		+
		+	==Relationships==
		+	'''[[Xethra]]'''<br>
		+	Xethra rescued a young Keola from bandits in Stonard when she was a young calf. Keola had nothing better to do but trudge along behind Xethra, following her all the way to Karazhan. When Xethra met up with the crusaders of Earthsong there, she persuaded then guild matron Roseheart to take the little tauren girl under their wing. Keola is grateful to Xethra for saving her life, and regularly goes to her for advice. <br><br>
		+	'''Hegal Banestrike'''<br>
		+	A dark figure with a twisted past, Keola somehow managed to see right through Hegal's cruel exterior to the man he once was deep inside. She sees Hegal as an older brother type, and they often bicker and fight like true siblings...with Keola crying and Hegal being reprimanded somehow. Many believe that Hegal only puts up with her naivete because of the similarities in personality between Keola and his daughter Bella who died in Stratholme.<br><br>
		+	'''Litehoof Stoneclaw'''<br>
		+	One of the uniting forces in Keola's life, Litehoof was Keola's first real role model as a druid and a woman. Although Lite is content to fight and Keola finds her talents in healing, the two are close friends. Their relationship strained a bit when Lite admitted to being in love with Keola, but they've since reconciled. Keola was part of a team of friends who ventured into Lite's Dream scape during the Ritual of Balance to help tame the feral that was tearing Lite apart from within. <br><br>
		+	'''[[Geranguas\|Geranguas Ixarar]]'''<br>
		+	After a chance meeting in Thunder Bluff involving flowers and a smile, Keola never imagined how deeply her relationship with Geranguas would run. They met during a pivotal time in her life where she was conflicted to leave Earthsong and the family who had raised her and join Guardian to whose ranked members she owed her life. Before participating in the dangerous Ritual of Balance to help their mutual friend Litehoof, Keola admitted her feelings to him. They can still often be found sitting curled up together in Thunder Bluff, watching the stars and enjoying the others' company.
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		+	==Stories==

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-	''((''''''IMPORTANT NOTE - Xethra is officially RETIRED from both RP and raiding in-game. I will stop updating this after I draw up her 'retirement' storyline.''' My alt, Keola, may or may not have a page up here soon.))	+	''((''''''IMPORTANT NOTE - Xethra is officially RETIRED from both RP and raiding in-game. I will stop updating this after I draw up her 'retirement' storyline.'''))


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	language, and is frequently misunderstood. Xethra studies mostly in her free time one craft or another and is not known for wandering aimlessly. She is loyal and concerned about those she considers dear, although it is perplexing to her fellow Forsaken that she spends more time gallivanting with the living.		language, and is frequently misunderstood. Xethra studies mostly in her free time one craft or another and is not known for wandering aimlessly. She is loyal and concerned about those she considers dear, although it is perplexing to her fellow Forsaken that she spends more time gallivanting with the living.

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	All that is known for sure about Xethra's past is that she has one. When she first woke as Forsaken she claimed she did not remember her name but rather lied and 'named herself'. She remarkably retained many memories of her past life but doesn't share such information casually. She has admitted to lying about certain details of her past life in order to retain her anonymity.		All that is known for sure about Xethra's past is that she has one. When she first woke as Forsaken she claimed she did not remember her name but rather lied and 'named herself'. She remarkably retained many memories of her past life but doesn't share such information casually. She has admitted to lying about certain details of her past life in order to retain her anonymity.

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	\|profession = Miner, Jewelcrafter		\|profession = Miner, Jewelcrafter
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	\|build = Average		\|build = Average
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