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Ebon ©
Tauren © Blizzard

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It was rare that Ebon smiled. So much of her life had revolved around bloodshed, carnage and warfare, she had wondered if she ever would smile again. Many times, she felt she might just let herself be lost in the bloodlust forever, letting herself succumb to a trail of tears and suffering that many of her fallen Horde brethren in arms had taken.

Strange, how fast things can change.

Gazing out among the budding Thundermoon village, fresh from a restful night's sleep at her mate's side and shivering faintly as the dew-touched morning breeze washed over her naked form, Ebon felt the corners of her lips tug skyward as a blossoming sensation of pride bloomed in her chest.

Perhaps leaving my armor behind wasn't so bad.