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I was sitting on the park bench, crying silently and watching the pedestrians. I blinked once and then I wasn't on the bench. I was in an old abandoned house, the doors and walls as fucked up as my dad. Someone was standing near me, taking in my appearence. "Yesssss, very good for a gaurd," the voice said, coming from the shadows. I kept my mouth shut. I learned at an early age it was better to keep it closed than to open it and remove all doubt. The man was suddenly in front of me, his hands reached out as if to touch my face. He grabbed my head and snarled. The next thing I know, his fangs are causing deep pains in my neck.

~two hours later~

I woke up and took in my surroundings. I saw the man and smelled his blood. I snarled monsterously. "Now, now. Behave or I'll have to leave you here to die." I snarled again. "You fucking vampire!" I screamed and lunged at him. I missed by an inch and I screeched again. He left. Just disappeared. I never saw him again. He left me to die.

Asharaza traveled the plains for many years, she comes from Moonglade. WHen she was young she played with her siblings. One day they were traveling to a new home when something or someone grabbed her dragging her off. She was helpless against the massive force, she woke up in a cave alone. She wandered outside to a pond and started to weep, she was small and alone in the big world. There she was visited by the spirit of kindness and wilderness. It spoke to her in Darnassian, their common language. Asharaza was blessed by the spirit, so then on she has the powers to shapeshift and form magic for use of good. She has been on her own since then, searching for her family. Afraid she might never find them again.