RP Adventures: The Shadow's of Caine

Candelion- Part 5

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     The forests of my homeland are being erased from existence and here I am, ankle deep in the  muck inside a primitive tent in the Swamp of Sorrows. 

     I'd been gathering Blindweed and Liferoot for the better half of the morning, dodging the Orcish scouts from neighboring Stonard. It was an easy feat to accomplish with the abilities and tools at my disposal. Being a huntress of the night brought with it knowledge of traps, tracking, flares, and my dearest companion Fade Leaf, or Fade for short. 

     Fade sat beside me in this stye of a dwelling looking not the slightest bit offput. He was a solid black panther that blended seamlessly into the night, with a supernatural propensity to meld invisible during the day as well. 

     The Lost Ones that lived in these swamps were a curious race unlike any I'd met in Kalimdor. Fade and I were melding out of sight from an armored Dragonkin when one of the Lost One's scouts discovered us. It jumped and waved around, surely causing a ruckus. I've been deaf since birth, an impairment that didn't deem me impotent or completely useless, but it felt like it in certain situations. 

     The four-foot tall creature ushered us back to it's village and that is where I learned tidbits about their culture. Particularly about their spirituality. Whether they worshiped the Loa out of proximity to the  Temple of Atal Hakkar or from deep-seeded generational heritage, I do not know. I do however believe that they find reverence in myself and with Fade. They've adorned my panther with tribal necklaces and have bowed ceaselessly. And as much as I appreciate them not harming us, I'm not one for overstaying my welcome. 

     When their backs were turned, I pulled my Hearthstone from my backpack and began channeling its abilities. Soon we were back in the Human capital of Stormwind.

     Since joining with the dwarves, gnomes, and human races in an Alliance, many of my people have left the safety of our sacred tree to aid and learn from these new beings. When we lost out immortality, we gained a new appreciation for the tenacity that it takes to survive. 

     Of all the cities I've ventured to, the human's capital is the busiest. Ironforge was bustling, but I found the radiant heat to be too much to bare. Stepping out into the trade district, I'm struck by all the sensations. The smell of meats and breads is mouth-watering. The bright midday sun beats down atop of my dark azure hair and I have to squint at first to see. 

     A human male pulling a cart of Waylaid Supplies rushes past me. Everything moves so much faster here and now. I figure it has to do with their shorter lifespans, having to cram so many experiences into such little time. A hundred years is an exorbitantly long life for a human, a few hundred is equally so for the dwarves and gnomes. But we Night Elves have been blessed with immortality up until recently. I was born a little over eleven-thousand years ago. 

     They think fast, move fast, procreate and perish quickly. The parallels and commonalities have been fun to examine. 

     Sleeping during the day will never change for me, but these races prefer to rise with the sun. How they value items and time by currency or gold was also a newer concept to grasp. In my society, when you need something it is provided equally. 

     There was great imbalance among the humans. Some people appeared to have everything and then some, and others could barely eat and dress. It was appalling to witness. 

     Aside from having to learn a new language, or how this language looks to be spoken, their culture has proven to be the biggest hurdle to understand.