Sister. Soraga Frosthoof

Hello! Thank you for reading my page! I am a PvP/Rper, I encourage walkup random RP, I am trying to post more pictures but I don't have any artist talent, if you could help me with that, I would very much enjoy it (^.^)
"I think the shu'halo are more like the buffalo then cattle or bulls- MooooOOOOooooo, oh, sorry, pardon me."
-Soraga Frosthoof.
==Apearance:==
===Note!===
Soraga has DOZENS of RP sets, I commonly make them for other people and myself, but, It would take hours to write out a discription of each set. Maybe if I am bored, I will do one, but don't expect to find all of them here.
Edit:THOUGH. PICTURES! I HAZ THEM NOW!!!1one \o/
=== General:===
Soraga stands at about, seven feet or more tall, she is about the same amount of weight as a normal Taunka female, slightly over due to muscle mass.
Her fur glows a bright pale color, fur going down far down her body, at least seven inchs long. Her horns are also white, they face upwards to the sun. Having a very kind face with only a few scars that were attempted to be hidden with fur. Also having two equal braids hanging down the sides of her face, mane going down far, past the shoulderblades.
Tail, also being quite long and fluffy. Her eyes are a icyly/watery blue. She looks quite young at a first glance, but after a while with her, she is looks a bit weathered. She has been alive for sixty-three years. In short, the overall image is that she is quite pale and has long hair.
===Features:===
Soraga's whole back was tatooed culturally, she has it going all the way from the shoulderblades down to the tail. What happened was that when she was young, she shaved all her fur off, then went to the tribe shaman dozens of times during a year, he painted her whole back with ink, blessing it so that these marks would bring her luck and whatnot. As the years passed, the fur grew overtop of the fur, now making it impossible to detect at a distance, still being there.
== Sets: The many faces of Soraga, now with pictures!==
===Pictures! \o/===
WoWScrnShot 090811 201116.jpg|Shaman Set
WoWScrnShot_090811_201449.jpg|Soraga's Druid Set.
WoWScrnShot_090811_201751.jpg|Soraga's Brave set.
WoWScrnShot_090811_201924.jpg|Soraga's Spiritual Set.
WoWScrnShot_090811_202227.jpg|Soraga's ADVENTURETIMEZ Set.
WoWScrnShot_090811_202446.jpg|Frostwolf Formal. <3 <3 <3 This set.
WoWScrnShot_090811_202627.jpg|Soraga's Saddness set. Awesome job blizzard on the robe.
WoWScrnShot_090811_202820.jpg|Soraga's Frostwolf Warrior set.
WoWScrnShot_090811_203058.jpg|Soraga's Plated Warrior
WoWScrnShot_112911_200133.jpg|Druid set 2
WoWScrnShot_112911_200022.jpg|Frostwolf Envoy
WoWScrnShot_112911_195942.jpg|link=Breeeeewwww fessssssttt.
WoWScrnShot_112911_195854.jpg|link=Soragas "Original" set
WoWScrnShot_112911_195755.jpg
===Set discription:===
====Frostwolf Leather:====
She is constantly seen in leather armor, all white, with a frostwolf tabard, mainly in it in the more snowy areas of the world where its cold, sometimes in thunderbuff, and times where she is with the hawktotem and needs to look formal.
She rejects the idea of plate armor and is rarely seen in it. The gloves are large and fluffy, along with the shoulder pads that are connected to bands around her upper arm, under the tabard there is more leather that if she would remove the tabard she could be more blended into the snow for hunting. The pants and shoes, just like the chest is fluffy, she always keeps all of her clothing clean and blood free, bathing herself also, because any blood red or dirt brown can show quite brightly in the snow.
In this set she carrys a large mace made of magicly frozen ice on her shoulder or back, if not that, then most likely its a spear, spear not being great on any humaniod target is mainly used for hunting and whatnot.
=====Mask:=====
She is now starting to wear a mask of a animal, the mask of Sian-Rotam, a powerful male lion in winterspring, she got it by hunting his mate the 'Shy-Rotam' and then when she called for help, she killed the mate and took his fur. The beast was a monster and killed many good wanders around the area so the kill was just, she now wears it with pride.It is a bright white color (Even if the animation makes it look gray) if she is hunting, she will always have it on, but if she is just talking or hanging out, she will sometimes have it on and sometimes will not, It follows the game animation mostly other then its white.
==== Shamanistic Robe:====
This robe is clearly seen in a light tan color. In any occation she will be found wearing this. It is a two part robe, the bottem is made as a kilt that is straped around to itself. The top part is a group of straps along the chest region.
The sleaves go down to her hands, and in both of them hold two Windcaller axes... Carved with runes on its stone blade and wooden handle. The mask she wears for this shows her prowl. She remains proud of this set, because the robe cost 800g to make by its self.
===Weapon:===
The weapon, though I may have touched up on this above, I shal repeat down here, It is a large, frost mace that is quite heavy, another person may be able no be able lift it in the air unless if they were also a warrior. Its made out of pure water frosten in a frame, then magically bound into the form that it is in. If placed on something, whatever it is on, magically starts to get cold also, often time it may start to freeze due to the magic. If the weapon in is a cold area, then it has no effect on anything, but the hotter it gets, the more the mace freezes.
If in mulgore the weapon should be cold enough to freeze the lake around the mace if left in it for a while... This why her mace is very important to her, if taken away, she will go berserk and start smashing some heads to get it back. Ah small but very important note about the weapon, on the hilt, there is a small icon of the horde engraved into the weapon.
==Attitude:==
=== Overview:===
Soraga is constantly striving to have the morals of people come out, Alliance or Horde she is fair and merciful to anyone that asks, (Or does) for it. Soraga is a very nice person, she trys her best to not be rude to anyone, and even goes 
out of her way to help someone.
Her mood also reflexs to where she is, such as if she was in the hot barrens running around then she is going to be alot more stressed if she were to be in a iceland. She_loves_ the snow, she would spend all her time in a mountian or a valley if she could, but she always has to go somewhere, if she could find someone that would also like to vist her while she is in Winterspring, she would be very joyful that some one wanted to vist.
In that area she stays in a goblin city or in the hidden grove, were she spend large amounts of time thinking, and is much peaceful in this area. If she is in Barrens/Mulgore/ Thunderbuff then she may be a little cranky, the heat is almost unbearable for her, she will pant and complain constantly till she finds some shade. Best time she wi ll go into this area is if its sorta dark out so the air is much cool, or if it just rained, again so its more cool.
She is very open talking to Tauren and would love to exspress ideas, but if other races are present then she may be slightly more quiet, though, one race she likes to spend time with is the goblin race, she thinks alot of them are cute and is constantly trying to pick them up if she has the time.
More over that, she embrases the idea of shamanism to her people, knowing that without them, the world as she knows it will fall apart, so occastionally she may cast a shamana spell with potions.
The only two races that she hates are Humans and Dwarves, mostly from them attacking south barrens and them fighting her in Alterac.
Overall, she is a very kind warrior, she isn't a total brute and enjoys the faith of shamanism, and is very joyful.
===Music:===
Soraga is a great lover of the musical arts, the most she can say she does about this that she owns a 3string banjo that she commonly keeps straped to her back when in times of peace, its not a very costly one that she could replace quickly but she has changed it around so that it could match her better.
It has been painted a pure white color with a blue horde icon right in the middle of it. She can only play a few short and simple tunes on it, but she loves to hear it anyway.
If she could have a single song in real life that she would like the most it would be "Mana" by Equilibrium. (Its a 16min song, one of the best made ever.)
==History:==
=== The begining:===
Soraga was born in Icemist village, to a Taunka family. She was raised to hunt the wild pray of the area the best she could, but she found that she wasn't a very good aim, and was quite strong then a normal hunter.
She simply remained in Northrend, training and hunting till the conquest came along. While she was there, she learned a few things about the ice/water elementals and to this day she can still cast a few basic water spells such as, chilling the air, casting a few small water bolts, and a simple spell of cleaning. Although she works with the elementals, she treats them quite forcefully while using them if she needs to, like her people.
A few times she would work with the Braves, see how they fight and trys to mimic the way herself. Not getting any real instruction at that point.
===War against the Lich King:===
When she was in Icemist with her kin, it was attacked, the Nerubian struck quickly, killing most of the people but a few people that could get out...
Her family was killed in that attack, after she found that there was nothing left for her there she fled to the village to the west to help them evacuate into the refugee camp. In the Refugee camp she met up with a Tauren and Orc that invited her into the horde.
After the Nerubian attack, she was feared what would happen, but would stand tall against the Scourge/Nerubain being the warrior that she is, she fended them back as long as possible till the horde came along. She quickly joined them without thought, to help push back the invaders, she fought for many years along the horde all the way to Icecrown.
When the lich king was finally slain she went back to ruins of her old village, finding that there was people like her already in the horde, or dead. She went back to Orgrimmar then to visit Thunderbluff, after seeing Thunderbluff she went with a group of Orcs and Tauren called the Frostwolves to go fight along side them, to help try and repay the debt to horde for them accepting her in her people's time of need.
===Between Northrend War and Cataclysm:===
After she said goodbye to all the Taunka and Tauren, She went back to the place of Alterac Valley to help fight for the horde.
She was much stronger after the long combat with the scourge, then before, and without wasting any time she joined the firefight of the Frostwolf legion, this was her first confict with the Alliance that she faced but she faced it full on to try and prove her loyalty to the horde.
====History with Frostwolf:====
Before, when fighting the scourge she seemed a slightly fresh at fighting, but now she was much more seasoned with fighting, It seem that she was no longer a child, and was now ready for combat constantly.
Before she just stayed in the Village and cooked some food for the villagers or hunted for more food, not really and major combat was going on, just trying to help however she could, but now coming back from fighting the scourge she now thought that she was now ready for fighting the Storm Pike.
Either in harsh battle or with the Primalist Thurloga back at the village, she would rarely to never return to Thunderbluff or Northrend, unless it was understrict need to, although she didn't return too often she would still keep a good connection with the other tauren of the world, mostly in Mulgore
.... After all these battles she now calls herself a true Frostwolf and is constantly wearing the tabard that they gave her while she was there. From these battles she also obtained Frostwolf Wolf, that she simply names 'Howler' after what that kind of wolf is called. (And after a famous Gnoll; 'Howler son of Howler') She stays a in that village till Cataclysm.
===Cataclysm:===
After the suddering she got word that a great amount of people of her kind were being harmed back at home in the Barrens, so she quickly packed her things and went back home, being isolatated in Alterac for quite some time, she was suprised on how much had changed while she was away, she understood that a lot may had changed but she had no idea it would be this great.
As soon as she arrived in Thunderbluff she went down to the Southbarrens to find that humans and dwarves had invaded the area, so she fought as best as she could and helped build the greatgate, but she found that she was mostly alone while helping, so just recently joined the Hawktotem so that she could be within the ranks of the people that helped the Tauren homeland.
Only a few weeks of being constantly in the barrens, she could swore that she was going to die from the heat, and not by blade, so she went to go lived in a place that is closer to the battle then Alterac, she chose a land that reminded her sorta' of home.... Winterspring.
When she got there she didn't find a large population of a Tauren or Orcs, but she found one goblin city that wasn't there many years ago, seeings that she doesn't really have any problem with the goblins at all, she stays there in that city, why goblins are or ever in Winterspring is quite.... Unknown, but they do not seem to plague the earth as much as alot of other kinds of them.....
EDIT! Soraga doesn't spend much time in Everlook anymore, she now spends much of her time in a hut overlooking Mulgore, and the rest following around the Hawktotem tribe. JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR!
===Shamanism:===
This doesn't belong in the "Current" section, because this one day will also be history... Soooooo. Let me talk about it.
Soraga was, yes, trained as a warrior during her stay with the Frostwolf legion, but after joining the Hawktotem tribe, she always felt like there was more then the simple "Run in die" method. She felt like she was always close with the Spirits, so after much time, starting in March 2011 and ending in September 2011 she was training in careful art of Shamanism.
Slowly growing more powerful each month till she was finally accepted into the Shamanistic order by her Taunka fellows. Allowing her to hone her skills outside of training, goodthing she is more powerful, bad thing is she has become a bit destructive with her powers, blowing up rocks and burning tents by mistake. But hey, it is all part of learning.
This will pass as the "Sorawa" gets stronger and is more controled as a shaman. This is all still going on now, and is still unknown how it will end.
==The Shattered Totem==
Soraga is now a important figure in this newly created guild. So. It was only fair that it has a section of it's own.
===The Tribe She Led===
As the final days of the Hawktotem came around, she was thinking about what she will do after the end... Nights she spent awake, thinking. Finally came around the day where the disbandment of the tribe was going to happen. At that moment, she was one of the few that stood up against Teo. She made her case on how the tribe would not end there. "These are not last moments of us, we will continue, flourish, and reunite under the same bander that kept us together all of these years. The tribe will not end with Hranu, our time is now. We will take leadership and start a new age, an age of a council. No man, woman, or animal should be able to take full power over a group. Full collaption will follow that man's end, then what happens to the rest? They are left out on the street, begging for new command. Join us, and together we can witness the renaissance of the Hawktotem Tribe!" This landed her among the leaders of the tribe, where her new venturs will take place. Soraga took over the tribe somewhat later, becoming the chieftian and the matriarch. She lead the tribe for many moons untill the tribe simply faded away, Soraga is glad in the fact that she help extend the life of the tribe longer then it would have originally before joining the Kor'kron legion.
==Currently:==
She spends most of her time now in Winterspring, every time she is seen by most people is when she is taking a short trip down to Thunderbluff or Orgrimmar(Edit above states that she is not in Winterspring as much anymore.) if its hot outside she may complain a bit, she'll mostly be around if it just rained or if its colder in the air.
Against what you may think, if she is in one of these areas then she will love for someone to come up and talk to her, for she finds that the goblins she is normally around are very sociable, but mostly in the form of trade and pranks the pull one each other.
She does still work for the Hawktotem tribe and is becoming more apart with it as time goes by. She doesn't have a mate at all yet(EDIT! She does, Mina. Check it out below.) (EDIT AGAIN. IT IS HORU.) but now she is growing older and settled down a bit, then she may start looking for one soon,
===Hawktotem:===
This is the main part of her involvement with hawktotem, when coming down do Mulgore she again was looking for a group to work under, the first one that came to mind was the 'Southfury Raiders' since they were at war with the Alliance, but she found that was way too brutal for her tastes.
So she moved on till eventually she found a place in the Hawktotem tribe, she had only been there for a month and quickly rised up in the rank to a full member and a Brave, while in this tribe she found a number of trustful allies that are also in it, some but not limited to 'Eiyon, the shaman healer.' and 'Loh, the other Brave' and a few Grimtotem that seem to join the horde.
Earlier on she got chosen to be one of the people on the barrens patrol, for whatever her motives were, she respectfully declined constantly being in the barrens for patrolling, though her replacement seems to never be there, she goes on a few patrols every so often if there is no one else to go.
She did this until leaving to start a new tribe at the fall of Hawktotem. She helped create the Shattered totem.
===The Hunt:===
One of the things that Soraga does in Winterspring (And the most important) is that she hunts for herself and the goblins of the town, she runs out and kills the animals and goblins drag it back to the town for skinning and smoking, she enjoys it, and is paid greatly.
One of the most important things about this hunting is that she is constantly on the hunt for Hell-hoot the owl (Formally named 'Deathwing') Local people say that the bird flys by the hill tops on wings of death (Aka, being called deathwing, till the local foke found out that someone else had that name already and changed it.) this owl isn't any regular owl, but its some kind of WARLOCK owl, it casts firespells and whatnot, and if you look below, Soraga isn't too fond of firespells.
After about thirty failed attempts to kill this wild beast, This owl, is now her mortal enemy, if there was ANYTHING in the world, let it be human, orc, or otherwise, there is nothing she hates more... Then this single owl. But, in time, she will find a way to kill or trap this wild animal... She is currently still trying to kill it, and is very adgitated by its mention.
((Oocly, The bird was killed in a quest, BUT! I am next to the only person that rps constantly in this zone, so its alive, by magic... Please, this is a story for me, even if you run off and say you killed it real quick, no you didn't... Don't ruin my story... Soraga at some point will find at least... five to nine people and take it down one day, but any attempt to face it on her own is a total failure, doesn't matter if the game mechs said I just did. Kay... Ask to be apart of it if you would like!))
=== ===
===Shyhoof (Aka Mina): ===
I am sure I mentioned in this large heap of text that Soraga is Pansexual. Meaning that she shows no discrimination against gender when searching for a mate.
The mate she finally chose was Shyhoof of the Hawktotem tribe, a very timid little druid that is so cute in her own way. Hopefully these two cows have a happy and long lasting relationship.
Started by Ara forcing the shy little Mina into confesting her love for Soraga caused Soraga to actually consider the offer, after a few dates later, Soraga offically accepted the offer and such. How cute.
Many moons later, they broke up.
==IC Stories.==
This section is to be worked on, it is Soraga ICly to show what she does. Which I will expand on as I continue RPing.
“The Night When Everything Had Changed.” 
Soniya Grottsdotter 
It was a cold and peaceful night; animals can be heard howling softly throughout the country side. This would be frightening in any other night, but tonight was one of those nights where all the sounds of the world simply came together to create a beautiful symphony. This is the kind of night that the children settle down; afraid they might break the silence with their laughter and play. Even the winds seem to whisper; blowing their soft melody tunes. 
Soraga was curled up in her sleeping furs, curled in such a way that a dog or a cat may, like every night. She coughed softly, breathing in the atmosphere around her; it was a heavy and overpowering scent of incense, much more then she was used to having. Breathing in a little more, she realized she would want some fresh air. Opening her eyes, Soraga realized that she could see nothing but darkness before her, she sighed softly as she dressed herself in enough cloth to seem decent, if anyone were to see. Soraga reached for her fur robe, removing it from the same place she put it when she went to sleep, but oddly enough, it felt lighter than usual as she wrapped herself in it walking to the opening flaps of her tent. 
Upon opening the door, Soraga was greeted by a strong burse of cold wind. Initially this was a wonderful feeling; she took in the cool, fresh air and allowed for the crisp wind to flow around her. Soraga tilted her head back and looked to the sky, breathing in deeply as she examined the star scattered sky. After a moment or two, she realized the cold was a bit much, and looked down to adjust her robe for more warmth. Instantly Soraga realized that something was wrong. Her dark brown robe appeared to be of a much lighter tone, leading her to believe that she had someone else’s robe on. 
Soraga pulled her hands out of the robe, which she hid in escape from the cold. Immediately as she could see her hands, she dropped down to her knees, absolutely shocked. Where her fur was a pure white color, these hands were a deep brown color; even the shape of her hands was different, these being slightly larger than normal. Soraga reached up to feel her face, quickly discovering that her braids and horns were smaller than usual. Soraga could not even recognize her own features as she continues to feel the face. 
Soraga looked up, still being on her knees and what she saw was a village completely unknown to her, more than this, and she still remembers perfectly that she went to sleep in Thunderbluff. Soraga stood up to get a better look; she determined that the buildings were indeed made by Shu’halo hands, this comforted her, knowing she was most likely not kidnapped. She walked forward a bit, until she could see the road leading out of the village. It appeared to go on for miles; she realized that this then could not be Thunderbluff. 
Soraga sighed as she turned around to face a large figure before her; the shock of his sudden appearance had made her go stumbling backwards onto her rump. She looked up at the man; he was a large Tauren man who was raising his eyebrow at her reaction. Soraga could tell that he was dressed in the usual armor of a guard, so she calmed down and quickly got to her hooves. 
Soraga wrapped herself slightly tighter in her robe, blushing in embarrassment. The man spoke in a slow and calm voice. “Do not worry, Marna, your son and all the other hunters will be safe on the hunt. Our best hunters and warriors are with them, so they will be fine.” 
Soraga widened her eyes. Who was this Marna? Who was her son? “Where am I? How did I get here?” Soraga said, noticing that even her voice was different. 
The guard simply chuckled and said, “I believe you are tired, you should return to sleep.” 
Soraga said louder this time, with more demand, “Where AM I?” 
The man blinked, and replied softly before walking away, “Taurajo? Where else would you be, Marna? Now please try to get some rest.” 
Soraga stood there for a moment, wondering her eyes around the village. Soraga mumbled to herself softly, “Taurajo? How is this possible? Taurajo was destroyed many moons ago, before I even arrived in Kalimdor…” 
Soraga turned to face the tent that she came out from, only to find a different man standing out in front of the tent. She slowly walked to the man studying his face, knowing that she had never seen him before in her life, but he looked oddly familiar. She walked about a step before the door of her tent, directly in front of the man that was in front of it. He looked upon her with calm eyes, smiling in some sort of knowledge way. Almost unavoidably, she hugged him in a warm embrace. Soraga set her chin upon his shoulder “R-Rhuno… I-I am s-so worried for him…” 
Shedding a single tear as her voice cracked and shuddered to say this simple sentence. Soraga wondered to herself on why she was doing this, she simply said naturally what she could, even if she had no idea who Rhuno was, or how she knew what his name was. 
Rhuno patted Soraga softly on the back, whispering into her ear, “You have no need to worry, dearest Marna; you heard what the guard said? He is with some of the best warriors in Taurajo.” 
Soraga broke the grasp she had on him, taking a few steps backward. She stood there for a few more moments as she shed another tear, sniffing softly she looked back up him, smiling gently. At that moment, the clouds in the sky moved ever so much, creating a ray of moonlight that bounced upon his shined brown fur, showing his masculine and powerful body that could have attracted any mate. As he stood nobly in the moonlight, he continued that comforting smile of his that made Soraga believe that this is a place that she has lived her entire life. For those few moments, Soraga felt a deep and endless love for this almost complete stranger, a love that she couldn’t explain logically. 
He was so beautiful when he died. 
Sniper fire from the cliffs killed the immediate and powerful threats of the village, first Rhuno, and then the Guard that she had seen a few minutes before. Rhuno was shot in the head, right above his eyes. The bullet went through the skull, and he fell dead without a single word, dead before he hit the ground. A pain went through Soraga’s heart as she lifted her hand and turned around with instinct, focusing all of her energy on the mountains. 
But nothing happened. 
There was no power that she could summon upon, leaving her helpless as a flaming ball of fire cleared the sky and smashed into a nearby tent, sending the inhabitance scrambling. 
Soraga quickly ducked into her tent, searching for weapons in the pitch black darkness. When light came, it was due to the fire that was building on the walls of the tent. In the corner of the tent she found an axe, crude and rusted, but that was all she could find. She picked it up right as the tent completely burst into flames. 
Soraga made a mad dash to the door and found herself in a much different world than she was just in. The peace was replaced with gunfire and the smell of burning wood and flesh. She looked around to see an alliance tank in the middle of the town, to her right she could see the villagers desperately attempting to flee the village while the soldiers mercilessly slaughter them. To her left she could see another wave of approaching humans, armed to the teeth, geared for a fight. 
There was no fight to be found. 
Those who were brave enough to stay and defend their homes were instantly struck down. Soraga felt a stinging pain suddenly on her left arm; she turned and saw that a human had just sliced a deep wound in her arm. She looked at her arm, which had gone limp from the attack. Soraga roared in pain as she kicked the human in the chest, sending him flying backwards into the totem a few yards behind him, creating a loud crunching sound. Soraga charged forward and plunged the axe’s sharp tip into his eye. Soraga placed a hoof on his chest and pulled out the axe. 
Soraga turned to her right and searched for her new threat, but what she got was a punch to the chest. She looked down and saw the arrow sticking out her chest, right as another went into her stomach. She fell to her knees and looked up, seeing a human, dressed in his bright sparkling clad armor and radiating white skin. 
Soraga coughed up some blood shortly after seeing the human. She fell to her left side, and used her right arm to roll herself on her back. The last thing Soraga could see was the human standing above her, grinning wolfishly. She let out a soft squeal for the hope that there would be mercy, as he plunged a dagger into her throat. 
Soraga opened her eyes suddenly, screaming in the darkness that was around her. A Tauren kneeled beside her, shaking her softly, “Matriarch? Are you alright?” Soraga screamed louder as she saw the figure above her; she pushed him off of her and bolted into the street, without even wearing anything. 
It was raining heavily on the bluff, same as it was, earlier that night. Soraga looked around, panicking, expecting there to be fire, tanks, and humans. She stood to scream one last time before she dropped down to her hands and knees to weep openly in the streets. Her tribe came out of the tents around her to see what was going on, until one of the Elders told the others to go back to sleep. 
The Elder came out to Soraga, and placed a blanket around her. “It is alright… Nothing has happene-“ 
Soraga interrupted him “Taurajo! It burns! Where am I? Get off of me!” She struggles as the elder keeps her still. “Who are you? Tell me! Where am I?! I need to save Taurajo!” 
The Elder helpped walked Soraga back to the tent, accompanied by half a dozen Braves; she weeps more as she sits on the floor of the dry tent, dressed in nothing but the blanket. The Elder stands and sighs, he leaves and returns to Soraga still sobbing on the floor, bringing back some tea. What a pitiful sight, he thinks to himself. He hands her the tea, placing it in her still shaking hands. 
“What happened? You have a bad dream? Everyone has bad dreams…. They usually just don’t go running out into the rain naked because of them, however.” 
Soraga looks up and says once again, this time much more calm. “I still don’t know who you are…” 
The Elder smirks softly, thinking this simply some kind of game. “I am Grauno, who are you?” 
Soraga replies softly with “I’m Marna….” 
Soraga looked down shamefully at her tea. She saw her were hands pale white; she stood quickly and dropped the cup on the wooden floor of the tent, “What is going on?!” She gasped as she stepped backwards. 
Grauno stood also, “Soraga, are you sure you are alright?” 
Soraga froze motionless as she stares at him, “Soraga…..” repeating the name a few times. She feels her neck, her chest, stomach, and her arm, but found no wounds or blood, “Right…. Right… I remember… What happened? I remember being at Taurajo.” 
“Taurajo was destroyed some time ago, Matriarch.” 
“I know… I know… Don’t worry now, Grauno. This- This nightmare… this outburst will not happen again, I promise.” 
She gave him a soft smile. He stood and bowed, “If you need anything, just call.” He said before leaving. 
Soraga looked up at the six guards that lined the walls of the hut, standing silently and blending in until they were needed. “I am fine. You are all dismissed.” She said to the shadows. 
All six of them bowed and left together, leaving Soraga alone, still wrapped in her leather blanket. She looked down at her arm, staring at her perfectly pear white fur. She groaned as she looked back up to the ceiling. “The Shaman predicted this, but I had grown so old, I didn’t think it could still be true… Please, Earthmother… Not me… Why me?” Soraga prayed to herself. 
Soraga knew the burden she was destined to carry, even if she did not want to admit it. When she said that this nightmare would not happen again, she lied. Every day since, she has re-lived the lives of someone who has passed away. Their lives, happy or sad, birth or death, young or old, she relived them equally. Usually it was Tauren, but occasionally an orc or troll, sometimes as distant as an Elf or Human. Soon, she learned to control these dreams, first by being able to choose whose life to relive, to eventually learning to phase into the Emerald Dream at will. She knew that life and death would go on, but she would have to do it, and live through it… as a Spiritwalker.
===War Days===
"Soraga bestired from her place of repose, if you wish to call it that, where she rested was not of a normal bed. No. She was released into a cold world. As she leaned upright, she couldn't help but look at her surroundings, although she has been in this spot dozens of times before."
"Vision blurred, she reached down and clutched a handful of snow. It was cold. She slowly brought it up to her face, examining it. It took her a moment to realize that a coat of blood shined this chuck of snow, as she looked around, she could see that clearly the ground was painted in it. She sighed a rough breath and rubbed her eyes. Slowly, a body came into form, only a few feet from her hoof, noting a small pool of blood around the wound, but most of it, she assumed, was internal."
"Suddenly, a pain struck out the back of her head, reaching back, she felt the wound. She glanced at her hand again, freshly exposed to wet blood. Looking at where she sat, there was more blood, and around her. She thought to the best of her ability on what may of happened, but that was quickly silenced as a explosion was heard hitting a tree near her."
"Almost automaticly, she grabbed a hammer that lay next to her. She helped herself up with it, and only then, could she see was was actually happening. Arrows were flying back and forth, orcs and human alike were shouting battle commands, the sound of steel was common in the area, but it all came muffled into Soraga's ears."
"She limped over to a tree to her right, looking down at her tabard. At this moment, she remembered who she was, and what was going on. Just in time for a human to run around a corner. Keeping firm, she struck the man with all of her strength. He fell, rattled in his armor, to the snow, small pools of blood pouring from his helm, just like the other one.
She frowned at the body, and what she did. She got down on one knee and mumbled a silent prayer to him. Suddenly, an orc run near her and says in his raspy orcish tounge. "Why don't you stop praying and back into the fight?! I thought you would learn your leason after you almost DIED." She growled at him softly and closed the knight's eyes."
"She stood up and took a limp step forward before falling again to her knees. An explosion was heard in the distance, and a large group was running back in the other direction. Fortunatly, a passing Tauren saw her, and helped her up. With another troll suddenly at her other side, she was supported all the way back to the camp, where she recieved that long diserved rest."
===Introduction to Varjak:===
"Well. This is the third week of my training... Like the two other weeks I was here, I must spend my time meditating... uhh... yes... that stuff... Sigh. Its not that I don't enjoy the training or the reward of it, but it gets dull after sitting around doing the same thing over and over again... Well... I better get to it."
*The next section seems to be wrote at a later time*
"Today, a group of Wolvar passed throught the area, nothing out of the normal. That is, untill one of the small ones ran up to me, he gave me a few berries, and one of his necklaces. Strange. Most of the wolvar I know of are much to violent to be trusted by any of the Taunka. Well. I accepted the offer, I didn't eat all day so I was quite hungry. I quickly ate the berries and patted the child on the head. He smiled at me and ran back to his tribe."
*Again, next section was dated a bit ahead*
"By my code of honor, I can't let that little Wolvar's kindness go unnoticed. I prepared a bundle of fruit that I will give for him. I hope he likes it."
*This part is made on the same day, but it seems to have come after*
"This all went very... strangely... because now... I uhhh... am a mom?"
"I searched around, I asked a few of the locals that were in the direction of where the tribe was going. They all told me that the only peaceful tribe would be the Frenzyheart tribe. So. After I got directions I headed towards the village."
"I didn't get much of a welcome party either, my first steps near the village was responed by Wolvar jumping out of hidding places and threatening me with spears. I wasn't really going to fight and kill these people, so, I let them "Capture" me. They lead me to their High Shaman who dealt with the outsiders, he gave me a odd look and said. "Most of the Horde left after the war was over, why do you remain?" In old and tired voice. I only could respond with the real reason I was there, to see the small boy, and give him the gift before I returned home."
"The elder sighed, he told me a sad story on how his parents died against the scourge, and that the boy took a liking to me. Strange. I only saw him once. Instantly after that thought crossed my mind, he told me that the boy had been watching me. I smiled brightly and asked for him. He came out of his tent very moapy like, seeming like he wasn't enjoying life, the MOMENT he saw me, he rushed towards me and grabbed my leg."
"I looked at the Shaman with a puzzled look, and he responds to me "He sees something in you, something strong, something wise, something caring." He places his hand on his chin. "Or. He thinks you are the largest warrior he has ever seen... That isn't saying a lot, seeings that your people are twice as tall as us." I look at the boy and back at the shaman quickly. I kneel down to him and placed the gift next to him. He jumped upon it like he it was the greatest gift he has ever had. He ripped open
the wrapping that I placed on it, and jumps on the food like a savage animal. "VARJAK RIGHT. COW LADY BRINGS FOOD!" I blinked at him softly, softly whispering to him I asked him his name. He responds quickly "VARJAK!" Then returning to the food. I stood up, nodding. I thanked him for the berries he gave me and informed him that I had to be on my way."
"Well. This is where it gets strange. I bowed to the Shaman and started to walk away. On my way out the gate I feel this tugging on my leg, I look down, and it is the little Wolvar boy looking at me. I asked him what he needed, he responded only with. "Take Varjak with you! Be Varjak's mom!" I- I- I really don't know how I reacted to this, I bent down to him and asked him "Why do you want to be with me? Don't you want to be with your family?" He replyed with loudly stating that he has none. I feel like I could relate to that a bit, I too lost my family in the war, and I took pity on him. I looked up and saw the Shaman nodding at me, showing his approval for the venture."
"So. In a blind act of judgment, I said. "Sure. Come with me, I will be your mom." I picked him up and walked out of the camp. Well. He has been very good to me so far, I pray to the Earthmother this relationship will work out, and I can take care of him till he can fend for himself."
===Taunka Shamanism Rite:===
"Over the past few months, I have been training as hard as I can to earn this right... Which, I finally did. No one person told me that I was ready... No... The Spirits only beckoned me back to the the North. Gladly, I answered this call."
"Now, most of the travel to Northrend was ended after the War, what use is there going back up there? Only by goodwill of the Earthmother did I find a zeppelin that was heading there. After bribing the captain a heafty fee, we set off."
"We stopped at a VERY large building, the goblin said that it was the remains of the Warsong hold, but I already knew that. I have been to this building many times before in my early years of the Horde. I packed up with some of the few remaining supplies that were in the hold, but it was unneeded."
"As soon as I came out of the area, there was already a small group of Taunka waiting for me. Glad to see my own race after so many years I rushed towards them, but, they did not mirror the same excitement, and if they did, they did their best not to show. All they did was bow to me, and beckon me to follow them. So I did."
"We walked a fair distance till we arrived at some shore, I couldn't tell you the name. We boarded a small row boat that was waiting for us. There was only three Taunka that led me there, one in the boat, and I, but, we were quick with this travel. Somehow the water always flowed in the direction we were meant to go, and the winds at our back."
"We paddled for many hours till we reached a large hillside. There seemed no way to get to the other side, but all at once, the four stood up. What happened then was quite frightening, but we lifted out of the water and boat by a large gust of wind. When I was sure I would have been dropped we did not, we just kept floating upwards."
"We all landed up on the top of the cliff, before I could even catch my breath the other four had already started walking. Personally, I was shocked at the skill that they possesed. I jogged forward and caught up with them, by the time I finally did, they all stopped and looked at a single mountian. Right then I braced my self to be lifted once again, after a bit of waiting... Nothing happened. The four just simply walked up a path that led up the mountian, sighing, I followed them again.'
"We walked into town quite calmly. The people of the village understood the event, and bowed quickly at our pressence and returned to their work. Almost as soon as I arrived I was shown to the chieftan of the village... He may have been the high shaman... Or ... well... I am not sure he was, but he was dressed in very ritual clothing, so I only assumed that he was of great importance. He welcomed me to the village of Tunka'lo, told me that I must go on a vision... He wasn't very discriptive on almost anything, he only said I must get a vision so it would beneifit me and the tribe. The whole talk was only a moment long, and I didn't say a word.... So. Off I went."
"I trudged through the snow around the area, totally unsure on what I must do. Many hours later I wished to sit down and rest. I was getting down to do such, but I must have been more tired then I thought, I simply stumbled to the ground. I layed there for many moments, thinking..."
"Suddenly, I feal something sniffing my head, I look up, and it is a pale white wolf. I jump up at that moment, thinking I was being attacked. I quickly pulled my weapon and crouched down to defend myself, but all the wolf did was turn his head and stare at me. After a moment, I understood. I put back my weapon and started to follow him as he trotted away slowly."
"Much time passed as I was following him, but I felt determined to do it, since I came so far. The world slowly phased into this spiritual plane, so slowly that you wouldn't even know if it happened to you. I followed him farther till I reached the stopping point of this journey."
"I was quickly released from this phase, and guess where I was? Right in the middle of a troll camp. Rivals no doubt of the Taunka in the area... You may ask yourself... "How do you know?" well.... They were trying to kill me...."
"I drew my weapon to the countless numbers of them, rushing at me at full force. I swong my hammer around to help take a few out, giving me a chance to escape. It failed. I may have taken out one or two, but, it wasn't enough, it only just made them angrier."
"Suddenly while I was completely surrounded, and giving up hope, a large gust of wind pushed back the attackers, far away from me.... I was wondering what had done that, but then I realised that escape should be on my mind. I ran forward to a nearby exit of the camp, but before I could, the trolls were already on their feet and restarting their assult."
"I suddenly transformed somewhere in this part... I was trying to get out of there, but they were blocking the exit. I appeared as the form of a wolf. No time to think I ran forward, head first into the attackers. Closing my eyes to expect the end, I didn't notice that I ran right through the enemies and to freedom."
"I continued running for some time, till I reached a lake. There I was sure that I was safe. Strange enough, I changed again, into my normal shape... I stood over the lake, panting deeply. I bent over and cupped some water into my hands, drinking it softly. Half way through, a LARGE elemental appeared from the lake, and boomed my name."
"He said something like "SORAGA FROSTHOOF. YOUR TASK IS COMPLETE." After that, he explained my role, that I always had strength for a reason. "To be able to protect my loved ones, and my race in general." I was a bit frightened by this, yes, but I remained and calmly listened to his words."
"He informed me that my strength not only lies in my body, but in my spirit and mind. That beyond a simple warrior fighting for my race, I should become a warrior of the elements, fighting with them to protect the culture that cherishes their wisdom."
"I gladly accepted this offer. I returned to the village later that day, I informed the leader like charater of my vision. We had a small ritual... not because it wasn't important, the whole village attended, it was only a small village..."
"The ritual was comprised of the Shaman of the tribe giving my praise and advice, mostly telling me that my journey isn't over, that after I leave the village I should return to Mulgore and forge my own destiny. I nodded them respectfully, truly I took their words to heart. As it grew late, the villagers gave congratulated me with a few small bead necklaces and of the sort."
"Nightfall fell the village, the final thing that happened was that the leader spoke out aloud, offically declaring me a Shaman of the Taunka people. He too said his goodbyes, giving me his blessing. I spoke one last thing to him before I left. That there was a troll tribe involved, so I told him where it was, and how they were all geared for such combat. He lit up quickly and hugged me. It seems that the trolls were doing attacks on the village, but they didn't know where the base was... So. I guess I helped in a way." 
"The Shaman gathered around me for a final time. Speaking softly they seem to recall me. A spell that I learned about when studing. When my eyes closed I was in the village, when I opened them, I was in Warsong hold. Right on time it seemed because a small little goblin was yelling at me to board the ship. Which I did. I returned home shortly afterward... Well... I slept most of the trip, I had a long day..."
"Well. That is the whole story. I hope you enjoyed listening to it, or reading it... Either way it entered your mind. Thank you."
==Companions:==
===Mounts:===
====Wolf:====
'Howler': He is a brave wolf that she earned from fighting for Frostwolf, she tamed it herself in Alterac, and got it had the mount placed on it when she found out that it would let her ride around on it without it biting her.
Nameless Wolf: She has one wolf from the people of Orgrimmar that she will rarely to never ride.
====Kodo:====
Nameless Kodo: She owns a white and red kodo to ride around on... Mostly so people in hawktotem won't yell at her in events.
===Pets:===
====Nonpets:====
=====Wolvar-Varjak=====
Fairly new to her family is Varjak! The lovable little warrior, he enjoy hunting with Soraga and being near her in general. He was a orphan from the Frenzyheart Tribe, found by Soraga when she took a trip to Northrend, now they share a fairly mutual connection. She feeds, he keeps her company. Soraga plans to keep up this relationship till he grows up and can hunt on his own.
====Hawks (Hawktotem, Haha. Get it?)====
=====Brown Hawk #1:=====
A basic hunting hawk that follows Soraga around.
=====Brown Hawk #2:=====
Another basic hunting that always seems to be around the first one, just slightly larger.
====='Eyes':=====
A personal favorite hawk of Soraga, its white in color and blends very well with the snow, she uses it to locate enemys or prey while in Winterspring.
====Bunny:====
'Snowy': Soraga's most favorite pet out of all, its a tiny little bunny that she either carrys around or lets follow, it wasn't gotten for a practical reason but mostly because its cute, she found it in winterspring crying because of it's broken leg, she carried it back to town and nursed it back to health, the rabbit has been following around Soraga ever sense.
====Saber: ====
Soraga was out in the frostlands Winterspring with Raha, when she found a poor little saber, she picked up against all of Raha's urges not to take it. The saber and Soraga became friends quick, she now takes the little thing almost everywhere she goes.
==IC fighting:==
I do not like to IC fight, it causes alot of problems and people argue too much, but, I understand that its needed and I will have to do it every so offen, so, these are things that I would like to note about my character so that if you ever do fight me, you can look at this and see why I am not affected by somethings but majorly hurt by others. Also, how I fight.
===Spell effectivity:===
====Resistance:====
Soraga is, out of all things, resistant almost completely by if not immune to frost, frost magic, frost weapons, frost anything... Reason being, she is been in the icey weather almost her whole life, the character is almost totally based around the frost, so, most likely she built up some kind of immunity to the cold, something that can bypass that is a iceshard or something, because that does damage on its sharpness, and not its coldness.
More over, being a tauren she is quite nature like, nature damage and elemental damage will hurt less, but she still can be hurt by them.
Weapons, she, being big, will not be fatally wounded by a single dagger stab... it isn't going to happen... Maces, they hurt but they won't kill unless it hit her in the head.
Arrows, she is covered in leather armor, so arrows won't do so much damage unless fired from a good arm,
If you are using a 2handed weapon, becareful, she holds one also and if you are not as strong as her, she will overpower you.
The fact that she is in leather armor allows her to quickly move out of the ways of attacks, while carrying that mace she can fend you off while you try to attack then move back when the strike happens, then bring it straight down on you. Ouch.
PETS! If you have a animal pet attacking me, imagine it dead, Soraga has spent her whole life hunting.
==== ====
==== Weaknesses: ====
Soraga, being strongly immune to frost damage has a down side to that, fire... It hurts. Bad. Not only does it burn her leather armor, but also gets down to her fur, she can't stand a single fire spell, and will flee if too many are used on her, she can bearly be in the hotsun for too long, let alone a burning ball of fire fly from the air and hit her.
Shadow damage and Fel damage, they hurt her soul... she can bearly be in the present of a warlock or a shadow priest, they harm her so...
Arcane damage, it is very unknown to her on how it works though she while training was taught to take a few arcane blasts, it still burns her just as bad as a fire spell would and will break down after a few of them.
Weapons, being a warrior, almost all of her training is about how to resist a attack from melee, but she can be harmed by them...
Guns, they go right through leather and harm directly the body,
1h Swords, she can dodge them and the armor leather will break after oh so many hits, but in the end, if it can go around her
2h mace fast enough then your going to get a few many hits in, just make sure you dodge the mace,
1Maces, she is strong and an attack with one won't hurt too much if you can't even reach her head, but a soft spot for her with maces is the forlegs, hiting it will bring her down some.
Explosives, they are using fire, fire bad.
PETS! If you have a demon fighting me, not only are they hard to kill, but they are practicly made up of fire and fel magic, if you look above, that hurts me.
====Debatable defense:====
Holy and unholy damage, she doesn't hold any affliction to the holy light, so not harmed any more or less then anyother person.
Axes, it hurts everyone equally, depends on where it hits.
Pole arms, a fun one, if you can manage to stand away from her and attack, then you are fine from getting hit with a giant mace, but if you stand too far away, then you can get your polearm smacked down or hit down by the mace.
Fistweapons, its quite vague but a brass knuckles, not too much hurting, claws, a little more.
Staffs, Why are you fighting me with a staff?
Thrown, It hurts, if you manage to hit your target.
Crossbow, why a crossbow, if you can just buy a gun?
==Triva: Aka, silly Ooc crap. ==
*Soraga is on page 267 of steamy romance novel, not like it matters, she has already read it at least 40 times already.
*Hon Sr. = Honorable Sister, a double prefix commonly used in latin, not Sir.... Stop asking me about it -.-
*ICly, if you pull Soraga's tail, she either yips or squeaks.
*Ooc, other then Roshne, Soraga thinks Bearjew is the coolest guy ever.
*Oocly, Soraga was named after a snowy mountian range in Italy.
*Oocly, Soraga like Deathmetal and Mylittlepony: Magic is friendship.
*Soraga's powerlevel is over 4000.
==OoC:==
First off, PLEASE! Don't ask me to duel you, I hate it...
Second. I am not a mean person, please don't think I am, and I won't bite if you try to talk to me.
I am usually online, so if you want to contact me, do it In-Game. Well, again from the top, I enjoy random rp and such. If you really want to contact me, and I am not online, or you just want to offer any artistic talent of that sort. Please. Email me at "SoniyaGrottsdotter@Gmail.com" I will reply as soon as I figure out I got an email.
I am also looking for pictures to post all over this place so if you could make one of my person, please contact me in-game, I would be VERY grateful.
If you are planing on rping with me, PLEASE, for the love of, use good grammar, put peirods, commas, and cap your words... I don't care too much about spelling, because we are all human and if you look up I bet you will find a few spelling errors if you look hard enough, if you do mess up your grammar some times I will not care also, just at least make a effort.
I love player made artwork in general, so if you haz some, please! Don't be shy to show me.
==Artwork: ==
Might as well get started on collecting. Please contact me if you wish to add to this.
Buffalo.gif|I based Soraga off of this picture, fun fact.
Soraga..... uhhhhh.jpg|Such a beautiful artwork masterpiece made by the extremely talented Harowol.
Category:Hawktotem Tribe
Category:Tauren
Category:Tauren Warrior
Category:Female
Category:Taunka
Category:Shaman
Category:Tauren Shaman
Category:Horde Shaman
Category:Horde Warrior
Category:Warrior