This is the story of a Kurenai named Iaphagena.
She looks very much like a proper Draenei. Like many Draenei, she practices shamanism. She lives in Telaar with her disgraced brethren.
The story begins with a simple stroll through the grasses of Nagrand, just north of Telaar.
She comes upon a ravenous windroc attacking a wayward traveler.
She fries the bird with a bolt of lightning from her fingertips.
She leans down to help the traveler and discovers that he is Draenei.
"What are you doing here?" she asks.
"I am lost," he says.
Then his eyes darken.
"You are familiar with these lands, yes?" he asks.
"Yes...why?" she responds, clearly befuddled.
"Get your hands off me...Kurenai," he snaps, the last word said with absolute loathing.
He brushes himself off and begins to walk away.
"I saved your life!" she shouts after him.
He stops, but doesn't turn around.
"Only Draenei save lives. Kurenai just foul up the water!" he shouts derisively.
She bursts into tears as he walks away.
Then, she draws her dagger and poises it over her chest.
Talons come out of nowhere, snatching the dagger from her hands.
She looks up and sees a blackened windroc disappearing into the horizon.
The same windroc she had fried moments earlier.
For you see, the Kurenai are good people who face intolerance for their past misdeeds.
They, like everyone, deserve a chance at redemption.
The elements know this.
Do you?