Bruna looked up with furrowed brows at the newcomer, but they quickly turned to a more soft appearance. The female Tauren was tall, 6'4 feet tall. Short for a member of her species, and also not as muscular, or quite as large as some of her brothers and sisters. Also separating her from others of her race were her looks. Bruna was actually a fair bit attractive for a Tauren. Her ample curves, and features were covered with a short, downy grey fur, and her mane was simply a darker shade of grey, with numerous red, or black colored beads decorating it. The woman's horns were normal, although the end of one seemed actually cut off.
Many of the elders of thunder bluff were quite worried about the dark emotions pouring from Bruna, or the increasing aptitude to darkness that grew every day. But few even seemed willing to accept simply how strong she was growing, for to the conservative minds of both the shamans, and druids seemed far from willing to accept darkness as an ally.
The tauren female closed the large tome she held in her lap, and stood. Also unlike most of her people, Bruna was clad in a well fitting, slightly revealing mageweave robe of a brilliant midnight black. She calmly brushed the dirt off her skirt, and stood. With a slightly dark, however, slightly caring tone did the tauren speak only a few words. One of the only signs she was still like her people. "Good-morrow miss Ainaril."
Khelka Myndrane · Sun Mar 11, 2007 @ 07:46am · 0 Comments |