Silvermoon City
Breathe, she told herself, just…breathe…
Kitsunetsukï stood on the small tree lined bridge, nearly frozen in place. Her gaze fixed warily on the city entrance, as though at any moment, the statues themselves might jump off their massive pedestals and launch a surprise attack.
She ventured a quick glance at her companions; in true wolf fashion, Falithas was wagging his tail and happily memorizing the scent of everything in range, while Kiba lounged on a bench keeping a very careful watch on his own twitching tail tip. Well they certainly don't seem to be worried she reasoned. How bad could it really be? She was only vaguely aware of the wind changing direction as it blew her hair out of its low ponytail and into her face. It was then that she caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent; "Damn!" she admonished "I know better than to travel upwind." Kit quickly scanned the area finding nowhere to take cover from the owner of the offending smell.
Something scraped the ground to her left. She whirled and sprung quickly, landing in a defensive stance. A finely clad guard sneered down at her. Slowly, he took in her appearance, eying the crouched huntress with disdain. Finally the blood knight removed his hand from the hilt of his sword, fixing her with a dark glare as he passed by. "Little better than wretched filth." She heard him mutter under his breath. "Hardly worth dirtying my blade on."
A low growl escaped her lips as the guard slipped into the city and out of view. Wretched filth... Me? No! She had come to expect this sort of hostility from the Alliance, the Trolls and even from some of the Tauren, Orcs and Forsaken, but from her own people?
Anger pushed aside any remaining fear and doubt. Was there not a single Sin'dorei left who still knew the value of allegiance to one's own? Strong determined steppes began propelling her toward the gates. A low whistle brought Kiba and Falithas to her side. At least they still remember the value of loyalty, but what of my own people, have they all grown so fickle? She wondered, as she blindly stalked her way through the city streets.
At that moment Kit was sure of two things. The first, was that she would not be accepted into normal Sin'dorei society, and that suited her just fine. The second was that if she could not trust her people to safeguard their own, then she would need to become stronger. Much stronger. I won't stop training till I'm strong enough to take that guard down a notch or two, she sneered. We'll show that pompous son of a gnome just who is wretched filth. Kit stopped at a small announcement board, briefly attempting to read the job listings before finally giving up. So much for city life being more convenient, haven't they ever heard of a torch? Kit thought, making a mental note to return when there was more light to read by.
Kit scanned the nearly empty street in the growing light and sneezed. There were too many unfamiliar smells here for her sensitive nose. She began digging through her bag for her mother's handmade map of the city before feeling a gentle nudge. Sheepishly she took the map from Kiba's outstretched mouth.
"Thanks big guy" Kit whispered as they continued walking. The thoughts of the tiny huntress wandered as they walked the unfamiliar territory. The forests had become restless of late; it seemed that perhaps a change was coming. All the creatures in tune with the land seemed to feel it, like calm before a great storm. Their increasing disquiet told her that it was likely a time was fast approaching when all would need to decide where they stand. As for her, well that much was easy. Kit knew precisely where she would stand when the time came. Her place was at her mother's side, defending those she held most dear to her. "We just need to get stronger first" she stated to no one in particular. "Assuming we can even find our trainer of course." Falithas whined, not liking the feeling of his pack leader's uncertainty.
"Wouldn't be so difficult if I knew what she smelled like ya know." she told the young wolf. Searching the darkness quietly, her eyes finally fell on a large statue of an archer. Kit grinned, playfully admonishing the wolf "Ohoho... and you had no faith." Falithas let out a yip of approval and she laughed for the first time in weeks as Kiba began playfully batting at the wolf's wagging tail.
As dawn broke over the city Kit took a deep breath, and then boldly made her way into Farstriders Square.