Drakkwall
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My name is Rush Nightscar, I am a Worgen, cursed with the body of an inhuman wolf beast, before I had been a wild beast, fighting and killing whatever I could find. But a couple of months ago I gained my humanity back, my state of self sentience, I could make my own decisions and with the news of more of my kind gaining their minds back and joining forces with the Alliance I feel safe to walk amongst the open roads again. But I am not part of alliance nor horde, I do not want to be part of it, I wish to enjoy my life as it is, even though I am still in the shape of a wolf man can I still enjoy a life with my mind being human.
Currently I am walking through the forest of Darkshire, there's many dangers in this forest but with my humanity back I also regained something I had thought lost, my skills as a hunter. It was mating season for wolves and my body was entering the early stages of heat, but it would take me a week or so with enduring a solitude of jerking off during the night and i would be fine for another six months. I raise my muzzle and sniff the air, I can smell a deer nearby, the rain does little to hide it from my sense of smell. I crawl along the tree limbs, climbing the mas if I was a spider, I then spotted the deer, it was an old deer, easily twenty horns on its antlers, it would make a tasty meal, I carefully aim my crossbow, I got a rifle, throwing knives and a pair of claw gauntlets but for hunting is the crossbow the best weapon, it doesn't make as much sound as a gun and it hits with far more accuracy then a knife, and I don't need to get closer.
I pull the trigger, the bowstring is pulled in by the bent wooden bow of the weapon and the bolt split the air, flying like a swallow and spli the deer's cranium through the ear with excellent precision.Leaping down I retrieve my bolt and with one of my throwing knives I begin to skin the animal and slice up them eat.
Currently I am walking through the forest of Darkshire, there's many dangers in this forest but with my humanity back I also regained something I had thought lost, my skills as a hunter. It was mating season for wolves and my body was entering the early stages of heat, but it would take me a week or so with enduring a solitude of jerking off during the night and i would be fine for another six months. I raise my muzzle and sniff the air, I can smell a deer nearby, the rain does little to hide it from my sense of smell. I crawl along the tree limbs, climbing the mas if I was a spider, I then spotted the deer, it was an old deer, easily twenty horns on its antlers, it would make a tasty meal, I carefully aim my crossbow, I got a rifle, throwing knives and a pair of claw gauntlets but for hunting is the crossbow the best weapon, it doesn't make as much sound as a gun and it hits with far more accuracy then a knife, and I don't need to get closer.
I pull the trigger, the bowstring is pulled in by the bent wooden bow of the weapon and the bolt split the air, flying like a swallow and spli the deer's cranium through the ear with excellent precision.Leaping down I retrieve my bolt and with one of my throwing knives I begin to skin the animal and slice up them eat.
