‘Hunter’

Recently (through no action of my own) a title has been added to my name. ‘Hunter’. I found it strange, that one who would carry a bow and kept peace with animals would be called such a name, but I will learn to deal with it. I asked those around me this morning, what they thought of the title. My elven friend, pale as the moon with short red hair, thought it to be a demeaning term. One who seeks only blood. A tauren woman by me, young though she may be, had her own views. She argued of how her people took great pride in the hunt, the ultimate test of one’s mind and soul. The reward from the wilds. And yet still, the forsaken among us, a ghastly being with dripping claws, stated that it was only a name, and not a matter to be disputed. At this point I left.

Some time later that day, I was resting atop one of the ‘thousand needles’ that make up the canyon of the same name. The view was beautiful. A female blood elf, soaked in blood, came to sit by me. The stench was appauling. She would draw her blades, wipe them down with a rag, then sheath them back across her soaked back. To think that this woman,  one so blood-crazed, so ferocious, should come to an old orc, and say only “Quite the view, eh?” really gave me something to think about. We spoke for three hours. And as it turns out, the blood she was so proud to display on her armor was her own. She had not reveled in the kill, but in her survival. One of the tauren braves had saved her. Heh, this ‘blood knight’ was quite the hunter……….