If it weren't for the scorching hot deserts in Durotar it may have seemed like a nice place to live. Away from people, the only things to be bothered with being the beasts. They were easily dispatched. As with any desert, vegetation was scarce. Something that wasn't very good for one who used herbalism on a daily basis. 'So I s'pose Durotar weren't a very likable place. But, it serve as a nice reprieve from da shouldah bumpin o da city.' Vol'Atani reasoned.
It was not that she disliked companionship, she was a troll. Raised in Echo Isles where even meals were something people gathered for every evening. The village was like a big dysfunctional family. They ate together, rose together, did chores together... It was a nice feeling to live so closely to everyone around you. Of course, as with others coming of age, she had soon moved to Sen'Jin village. The customs had remained the same there, even as many were leaving to make something of themselves. The populace dwindled and rose with every passing day. But it was not her own kind that bothered her so.
Not that she was prejudice against other races. She found them all intriguing in their own ways. Cunning goblins, boisterous orcs, beautiful blood elves, peaceful taurens, even the undead had fascinated her with their will to live though they were clearly shunned. Through all this they were also highly annoying in their own aspects as well. Vol'Atani had been away from her home for much longer than she would have liked. Being a very skilled shaman, she had been hand picked by Vol'Jin and Thrall for a long mission in Outland. At first she'd been thrilled. Finally she was seen as her own person and not just some lazy peon. Though the troll woman had not been blessed with immense skill in her chosen class, she'd worked very hard for the status she now held among the horde. 'Da Loa nevah intend dat acheivin greatness be easy.' She thought amusedly to herself.
It hadn't struck her how homesick she would become. 5 long years had separated her from her beloved village. Vol'Atani ran an impatient swipe of her tongue over her bottom lip and tusks. She could almost smell home, nearly taste it. Of course other trolls had been in her batallion as well, darkspears such as her and even others. The vast majority of her comrades had been orc though.
She could see them now, the beautifully hand crafted huts of Sen'jin finally stood out over the cracked and dry desert. A large smile rose from the troll womans face as she began a slow jog towards her home. She had no blood relatives to hold her and rejoice that she had lived. But as a whelp she had made many friends. As she neared the village she could make out the outline of her old mentor. "Hey! Ol' Mastah Gadrin!" She yelled waving her arms above her head. The old witch doctor swiveled his massive head in her direction, the unseeing eyes behind his mask seemed to light with joy as she neared. Vol'Atani all but jumped on him, attracting much attention from the other trolls in the village. Some faces lit with recognition as they stepped forward to welcome home the shaman.
"Tani!" A female's voice sounded. The woman in question looked behind her to see another troll woman waddling towards her in a strange manner. Vol'Atani nearly cried seeing her oldest friend in the state she was. The younger troll woman struggled to hug her around her enormous belly. Master Gadrin laughed at the two. "Finally dis ol' witch doctah git to be a granda." He said proudly as his old student and daughter smiled warmly at each other. "And who put mah 'Dehva in dis state, hm? Were it dat funneh huntah ol' Tani told ya be trouble?" The shaman joked, though, she was sure she was right. Tia'Dehva gave an appalled look. "I dun' remembah dos words 'zactly. I do membah our talk 'bout dose tusks o' his though." Her expression turning devious.
"Mah ears be burnin', muss be some real beauty's talkin bout Tyrus, hm?" Vol'Atani looked passed her very pregnant friend to see said hunter in question. He was a very good looking troll with sunset magenta hair pulled away from his face in a long ponytail, save for some bangs that he blew out of his eyes every so often. He was a lavender colored troll with very large shoulders due to the bow casually strapped to his back. Both women giggled and rolled their eyes at the hunter. "Ope ya ain't causin' mah mate too much excitement. She gettin' ready ta pop any time now." Tyrus said puffing his chest proudly at his mate's state. "Well I see dat you's been busy since I left." The shaman joked putting a tri-fingered hand on her friends belly. The whelp inside seemed to sense the new women's presence and squirmed in his confines. Vol'Atani chuckled pulling her hand back and turning back to her mentor. "I ope nuttin else has changed too much in mah absence." She said finally bowing to the old troll.
Gadrin sighed and his milky eyes seemed suddenly very tired. "We've lost many since yuh left. Di raptahs ave become restless. Nature has been trown outta balance. Tis like a disease be spreadin trough da land." Vol'Atani glanced at her friend who also wore a grave look now. The shaman rose a brow in confusion. She had thought she felt Fel energies as she left Outland but thought it was just the remnants of battles past that have lingered with her. Now that she tried to sense them it seemed as if they came from the land itself.
"But dat's impossible. Di legion at it's weakest now. I watched dere leada fall." Vol'Atani argued furrowing her brow in anger now. "Ow is it dat dere powah seem ta grow?" She mummbled. Scenes of red earth and dark skys seemed to take over her vision. A monstrous form looming over her and her comrades. Kazzak the Supreme he was called. A very formidable foe whose strength took hours to drain. Bodies seemed to fall in slow motion around him. Though he was finally struck down he took far too many with him.
"Maybeh we should go inside." Master Gadrin said starting for his tent and snapping Vol'Atani out of her memory. "Tyrus, take Tia'Dehva home. Tani and mahself 'ave a great many tings ta discuss."