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Kitara Dietrich
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- Dec 29, 2019
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- A Twisted Fairytale
Sunlight gleamed through the hut’s window, illuminating Nyx’s workspace. As the village’s only druid, it was her duty to ensure whatever her people needed by way of remedies and enhancements was available to them. The Draenei were few in this day and age and her own village did not exceed more than twenty people. Predominantly male, the Draenei protected the females of their tribe and dictated their lives. Those without magic were breeders and those who had magical capabilities became druids. Nyx was the only one of her generation who possessed the gift. She was also the only female in her tribe who did not live with a man, which from what she surmised allowed her more freedom.
Some days she wondered what life as a breeder was like: she hardly socialized with them unless it was to deliver a babe and the males never engaged in conversation with her on this topic. Most of them were larger and plumper than her, kept well fed to help them through the pregnancy, but for the most part, they possessed the same attributes.
The druid herself stood at seven feet from horn to hoof. She had straight dark blue hair that grew to her waist and skin the color of indigo. Her eyes were ice blue and her ears pointed. She had a small tail, large breasts, a small waist and wide hips. She was hairless save her head and ankles, where a ring of fur covered the tops of her hooves. Like all Draenei, Nyx did not wear clothing. None was needed in the wide, open plains her village lived in. Nothing her race did required clothing. The weather was always warm or hot and when it rained they took shelter in their huts.
As she worked her mortar against the herbs that were turning into paste, Nyx heard a commotion outside that made her glance up. Her ears twitched as she sniffed the air with her dainty, pointed nose. Danger and unfamiliarity surfaced in her sixth sense and she immediately dropped her bowl to search the room for her staff.
Nyx:
Some days she wondered what life as a breeder was like: she hardly socialized with them unless it was to deliver a babe and the males never engaged in conversation with her on this topic. Most of them were larger and plumper than her, kept well fed to help them through the pregnancy, but for the most part, they possessed the same attributes.
The druid herself stood at seven feet from horn to hoof. She had straight dark blue hair that grew to her waist and skin the color of indigo. Her eyes were ice blue and her ears pointed. She had a small tail, large breasts, a small waist and wide hips. She was hairless save her head and ankles, where a ring of fur covered the tops of her hooves. Like all Draenei, Nyx did not wear clothing. None was needed in the wide, open plains her village lived in. Nothing her race did required clothing. The weather was always warm or hot and when it rained they took shelter in their huts.
As she worked her mortar against the herbs that were turning into paste, Nyx heard a commotion outside that made her glance up. Her ears twitched as she sniffed the air with her dainty, pointed nose. Danger and unfamiliarity surfaced in her sixth sense and she immediately dropped her bowl to search the room for her staff.
Nyx:
