My name is Heera October, and this is my story.
I am a lvl 80 human ranger and just like my snow leopard Ashnaw, we skulk in the shadows. Remaining unseen and unheard. My life has been no picnic, I grew up on the streets, poor and alone scavenging for my next meal. It was on the streets that I met a fellow street rat, Quinn, although he called me a street mouse because of my small stature. We watched each other's backs, but as we grew I matured as Quinn did not. This once a street mouse would transform….into the hero of Sheamoore!
My path to fame was not covered in petals nor was it lined with silk. On the contrary, it was full of hate, fear, blood, and betrayal.
I will start at the beginning.
From the time I was small I knew I had no one else to depend on besides myself. Surviving on the rats I would catch. I was always careful to remember to thank them for their nourishment and apologize for ending their life so I may live. I also always did my best to make their deaths as quick and painless as I could. The first rat was the hardest, I had woke up on the streets in the middle of town, one late fall night.
I had no idea where I was or what had happened, I felt my head swim as I clumsily climbed to my feet. My head throbbed terribly, so absently I rubbed at it as I took in my surroundings, pumpkins….jack-o-lanterns to be more precise. It was then I realized that my fingers were wet…and stick.
Holding my hand in front of my face, it took a moment for the crimson color to register as blood.
What in the duce had happened?
For three days and three nights I huddled next to a fountain in the middle of Lions Arch, my stomach tossed and turned with the pain of hunger. On that third night I must have fallen asleep, when I woke I was being carried by a lanky teenager. Falling in and out of consciousness I could hear him whisper, "Don't you worry little mouse, I am here."