Thread: Cenarion Circle (Elven_Lady89, and Malin)

Llunau felt the cool evening breeze as it toussled her hair. It was chilly, but the night elf had always preferred the cooler weather over warm weather. The place lacked a certain sense of welcoming it used to bring. She remembered traveling here with the order to run a few errands. Usually just passing along a message or buying things from the unique vendors that used to be posted at every corner. But now it was abandoned and quiet. Even the flight master had packed up and left. If they still needed help restoring the lands, why didn't the heroes of Azeroth, that so easily took down the mighty Deathwing come to the Cenarian Circle's aide? Nordassil, she sighed. Sitting high on top of her talbuk, she looked up at the coverage of thick branches and leaves. Even if it did rain they would be well protected. Her talbuk took a few steps ahead. Llunau looked back at Zenji. He was practically right next to the portal and now he was stretching. Normally she wasn't impatient, especially on a mission. That type of thinking got people killed. But they were safe where they were. Llunau waited for him to catch up to her. She knew exactly where the buildings were that he had talked about. We will go there then. Her voice short and to the point, no longer putting up a polite front. They would be partners for a while now. There was no point in going out of her way to be nice. Talbuks were fast creatures indeed. But at a walk, they could be relaxed and leisurely. As Llunau and the large beast lazily walked to the small buildings, she would often look back and see Zenji falling behind. 'Really? Even a dwarf with short stubby legs could keep up with this pace. Surely a troll, even with bad posture couldn't be that slow.' the elf thought to herself. With a soft sigh, she halted the beast and waited for him to catch up. If they had gotten into trouble and the other one wasn't there to help, if one of them had died it would look very bad on the both of them. She did this about four more times before they reached the huts at the very base of the tree. They were merchant huts, small enough to fit one, maybe two if they were close people. Llunau dismounted and patted the talbuk's neck. She took the saddle pack off of the tall beast and set it on the ground. After taking everything off of the talbuk, she slapped it on the rump and it trotted away to find food. He would come back when summoned. Llunau put her belongings in one of the huts claiming it for herself. She unpacked a large wolf pelt blanket, which consisted of at least five wolf pelts. It was a present from a close friend of hers who still kept in contact with her. She spread it on the floor of the hut. We can take turns keeping watch. I don't expect anything to happen but this place is abandoned now. I will take the first watch unless you want it. She said. Llunau knelt down on her knees and then leaned forward as she transformed into her feral form. Even if he were to choose the first watch she would stay in this form in case something, say a troll, tried to attack while she slept. Her fur was a dark blue, almost black color. At her shoulders were the markings every night elf feral druid had. Only different druids had different colors. Llunau's markings were violet. It was a simple marking on both sides of a crescent moon with a dot on the inside of the crescent. Llunau stretched out her massive paws in front of her and clawed at the ground while she stuck her rump in the air. She stretched for a long moment letting her body adjust to the form. After the stretch she yawned opening her powerful jaws revealing glowing white large fangs. Waiting for an answer, Llunau sat down looking at the troll as she continued to claw lightly at the ground, feeling the dirt shift under her bare padded paws.