Angel of Death

I had a nice life. I can’t complain.

Growing up in Silvermoon was plush, to say the least.   My parents owned a small shop, and did quite well to be honest.  But, I wanted more.

It turned out that I had a talent to bond with animals.  I was destined to be a great hunter, or so I thought!

I even heard of this place, full of bull headed men and women. It was the land of the Tauren.  They were renowned for their knowledge of the land.  They were the greatest of hunters, with the closest ties to their animal companions.

I had to go there.

I had to learn their ways!

So, I set off for the Land of Hunters. I traveled many days, finally making it to the capital of their land, known as Thunder Bluff.

I flew in on windrider, with my heart in my throat.

I thought I had cheated death by making it through the harrowing ride from Orgrimmar.

I was wrong…

I pick myself up off the floor, only to look into the eyes of death itself.

The next thing I knew…

I awoke in another world…

I saw this giant angelic figure.

I asked her what had happened to me.

She shivered… then spoke in an otherworldly voice.

“You have met the Angel of Death known as Navizor!”

Navizor! (aka: scary Navimie)

/RAWR!!!!

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As was mentioned by Navimie, I had the honor of meeting her the other night.

Yes, she is just as awesome as she seems to be!

Z

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