[Overview] Full Name: Evira Everstar
Nicknames: Evi
Age: 14,286
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Occupation: Scout
Personality: Use to her solitary lifestyle, Evira isn't exactly the most social creature any longer. When once she would delight in elegant parties, now the Kaldorei finds that she'd much rather keep to quiet activities outdoors with a handful of companions.
[Physical] Eye Color: Amber Glow
Hair Color: Deep Blue
Skin Tone: Ruddy Pink
Height: 7'4"
Notable Markings: 'Owl' facial tattoo in red
Build: Lithe
Strengths: Prone to form quick bonds with beasts, a patient wrangler and tracker, eons with a bow has fine tuned Evira's archery skill
Weaknesses: What are social skills? Lacking the strength for lengthy toe to toe combat, couldn't walk silently in plate if her life depended on it
[Connections] Place of Birth: Zin-Ashari
Residence: Ashenvale outskirts
Relationship Status: Single
Parents:Myala & Arwick Everstar Siblings:Kelan Everstar(Eldest Brother), Telari Everstar(Eldest Sister Sister) Children: N/A
Other Relations:Doraku Redleaf, an old family friend
Pets:Kyran, lion
Affiliations: Ashenvale Outrunners, The Alliance
[Deeper Insight] Likes: Moonthistle Tea, a quiet evening fishing
Dislikes: Deforestation, exploitation of nature, any and every greenskin
Motivation: Evira wishes to purge all of Ashenvale from the Horde invasion and restore balance to the land.
History:
Pre-Sundering Evira was a part of a well enough Night Elf family, the Everstars living within the walls of Zin-Ashari. The Everstar family isn't exactly fully immersed in Quel'dorei society, but an up and coming one on the cusp of being brought into the fold due to their twin children both being powerful magic wielders in their own rights. Kelan Eversong took to the arcane like a fish to water, establishing himself as a powerful mage at such a young age while Telari was welcomed into Elune's embrace, proving apt at using Her power to heal others.
The Everstar parents often joked that they'd have almost all the main Pillars of Kaldorei society society covered with their children if they had a little golden eyed boy as their next child. The third child was an amber eyed girl instead, not exactly ideal as those amber eyes pointed to a connection to Cenarius. Those that followed the path of the Druid were strictly male, so it was a path Evira could not follow.
Evira had no deeper connection to Elune or a love for the Arcane, so wavered between the two in indecision with no direction for her life. During her teenage years, Evira embraced the lavish lifestyle of the Quel'dorei rather than making anything of herself. She took advantage of the standing her older siblings had earned, enjoying spending her time with frivolous activities and parties which her parents indulged. After all, what else could she do within the city with no aptitude for magic?
The Sundering and Aftermath Unrest in the Everstar family soon started to reflect the happening in Kaldorei society as a whole when it was revealed that the Well of Eternity was attracting demons to Azeroth. It's here that Evira get's a wake up call when her people move to defend the world during the War of the Ancients. She joins up as a fresh recruit, offering herself up to the Rangers to fight for all of Azeroth.
Once the Sundering tears Azeroth apart, the Everstar family fled to Ashenvale. They were no longer in such good standing within Kaldorei society due one of their eldest's connections to the arcane. This leads to further strife between Kelan and his family. He then broke ties with his kin to join the reformed Quel'dorei, or High Elves within exile off to the Eastern kingdoms. This is the last Evira or the Everstar's ever see of Kelan, and with her twin gone Telari falls into a great depression. Evira's father, Arwick soon joined the rest of the Druids to try and repair the world by slumbering in the Emerald Dream. Her mother, Myala took up vigil as a Sentinel sworn to protect Kaldorei lands while the Druid's slept.
The Horde Invasion of Kalimdor Eventually the Orcish Horde landed on Kalimdor, intend on stripping Ashenvale of its trees to harvest for lumber. Such an atrocious act brings Evira's Ranger team down with many more Kaldorei, the Priestess Telari with them to defend Ashenvale. Skirmishes raged between the two factions, favoring the Kaldorei until the Orcs defiled themselves by infusing their bodies with demonic blood. The ensuing battle that murdered their guardian Malorne also took Evira's sister, Telari.
Telari's last request of her little sister was to defend the forest and protect their home. Evira took this to heart, forever tucking away and fostering an ever burning hatred for the aliens who had defiled her home, killed a guardian, and taken a child away from the already dwindling Everstar family.
From that point on, Evira became less of a reliable Ranger soldier and more reckless with her need to cull all Orcs from Kaldorei lands. She dwindled to a more careless and savage nature, content to keep the company of only her lion, Kyran over other Kaldorei. It doesn't take long before Evira's bad behavior has her shamed right out of being allowed to work alongside her former Ranger sisters. Evira took up solitary scouting duties for the Kaldorei in full, prowling the outskirts of Ashenvale with Kyran to spy on and slaughter as many Orcs as she could.
Battle of My Hyjal
Evira only returned to society in full on the awakening of the Druids, to mourn with her family and once more prepared for war at Hyjal. There she aided the forces of Azeroth against the Burning Legion as best she could, determined to keep the forest safe. Evira and her parents made it out of the battle alive, but her parents had grown weary of the fighting from the sheer carnage they had witnessed. Countless Kaldorei had perished and with only one child left, Myala and Arwick pleaded with Evira to join them on the freshly grown Teldrassil. Conversely, Evira was all the more determined in purging Kaldorei lands of Orc and Demon infestation after seeing the destruction of Nordrassil. This clash of opinions caused a falling out between parents and child, ending in Evira once more returning to Ashenvale to stalk Horde and Demon alike.
Present Time After the battle of Hyjal along with the loss of their immortality, Evira's parents retired to Teldrassil to enjoy their lengthy twilight years in relative peace, but Evira herself was determined to clear Kalimdor of Horde. She moved on to the isolated path of a Hunter, with only Kyran as a companion. From the fall of the World Tree on to present day, Evira has kept to her solitary lifestyle until an old family friend, Doraku Redleaf seeks her out upon request from her parents. Instead of going directly home, Evira works out every excuse and conjured up mission to lead the warrior all over Azeroth before she dares set foot back on the threshold of the Everstar household.
[You May Know Me If...] - You were a Kaldorei of high standing or a Quel'dorei within the city of Zin-Ashari.
- You fought against the Orcs in Ashenvale and were there for Cenarius' murder.
- You participated in the Battle of Hyjal.
- You were a resident of Maestra's Post before it was overwhelmed by Horde.
- You are a recent residence of Ashenvale.
1: What race does your character belong to? Kaldorei
2: What clan/family does your character belong to?
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1: What race does your character belong to? Kaldorei
2: What clan/family does your character belong to? Everstar family
3: What class/profession is your character? Hunter, LWing, Skinning. ICly, NE Outrunner in Ashenvale currently wandering Azeroth on random missions.
4: How would you describe your character's appearance Lean build, more muscle in the arms and thighs. Looks like she had a tumble through a bush half the time with dirt smudges on clothing and the occasional twig stuck in her hair. hair pulled back in a messy ponytail with half still down around her neck. No care for her appearance when on missions, basically.
5: What is your character's primary motivation? Keep Kaldorei lands safe, purge all Orcs and Demons from Azeroth.
6: Who is the person your character trusts most in the world? Kyran, her lion companion. Doraku is climbing back up there as he's an old family friend.
7: What is your character's greatest strength: Patience. Be it when tracking, waiting for a fish to bite, or holding her position before letting loose with a lethal arrow shot. Evira has learned to be patient.
8: What does your character think of social norms and laws? The Kaldorei laws obviously make sense. Arcane magic shouldn't be trusted and demons are a blight on Azeroth. Other races bemuse her, but she tries to respect their curious customs.
9: What is your character's opinion of their race? Kaldorei are obviously the superior race, ignoring that whole sundering thing... Evira doesn't like to think about that.
10: Is your character in a relationship? Nope.
11: Does your character have any prejudices? Anyone dealing with demons is not to be trusted, all Orcs are abominations from another world, mages are people to be wary of unless they're taking care to mask their magic use from the Burning Legion, Undead are an affront to nature. the Light worshipers are silly, but charming in their own way.
12: To whom does your character owe the most loyalty to? The Kaldorei and anyone who protects nature.
13: What are your character's favorite and least favorite things? Fishing, tucked away in the wilderness with Kyran beside her and the quiet of nature is Evira's favorite way to waste time. She's not one for parties,fancy dresses, large crowds, or alcohol any longer
14: Does your character have any recurring mannerisms? Being utterly oblivious to her state of dress. She's prone to reach for Kyran's fur to stroke when stressed or slips into avoidant behavior.
15: What are your characters emotions and how do they display them? Overall, Evira is friendly and open to fellow Kaldorei and curious of the other races. She's mostly bemused by all of the other Alliances races, how childish they appear in their mannerisms and desires. It's endearing to her. On the other hand, being in Horde territory or near Horde members makes Evira anxious and trigger happy. She rather pelt an orc full of arrows than give them a chance to attack.
16: How would your character handle a subordinates improper behavior? General disgust at the out of bounds behavior then immediately reporting the incident to a higher up.
17: How would your character be described by their parents? "An honorable ranger of the Kaldorei. She has shaped herself into a fine woman these past few eons, shucking the frivolous ways as our people did. Evira hasn't fully found her niche, but we expect Elune will guild her to her true calling soon enough."
18: What is your character highest ambition? Currently, Evira has had a taste of the world outside of her sacred forests and wishes to indulge fully in that.
19: How religious is your character? Evira fully believes in Elune, but will tolerate the blasphemy of lesser races. They're simply confused, that's all.
20: How will your character die? Most likely in a bloody skirmish on the battlefield in Warsong Gulch, if we're being honest.
The strangest thing happened today when Doraku and I stopped in Ironforge to re-supply before heading back out into the wilds.
A human shouted me down while I headed towards the gryphon master.
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The strangest thing happened today when Doraku and I stopped in Ironforge to re-supply before heading back out into the wilds.
A human shouted me down while I headed towards the gryphon master. A human. I can count on my fingers how many Humans I have exchanged names with since departing Kaldorei lands, yet this one shouted across the Great Forge as if he knew me!
The little Human ran right up to me, calling me his wife!! I still am uncertain where the man learned my name, let alone managed to match it with my face but he swore up and down that he knew me!
Again, I have met a scant few Humans in my time. Certainly many joined us at Hyjal, but to me they were faceless soldiers concealed by all that armor on the battlefield. As a Ranger, I didn’t exactly mingle with Loderon foot soldiers! Those that wander into Ashenvale, up to Darkshore, or Teldrassil itself are rarer still. Barnabus and that mage child were a curiosity for that.
This Human went on to tell me we were childhood friends. That we exchanged letters and that’s how we fell for one another. At this point, all I could guess was the man was deep in his cups yet nothing of his manor hinted at any recent drinks.
All in all, it was a peculiar meeting I rather not repeat. Having strangers claim such a bond with you is unsettling at best.
Though, most peculiar was Doraku’s reaction. He seemed all but crestfallen about the whole thing, needling about never telling me I had been wed.
The nerve of him! Why in all of Azeroth would I bind myself to a Human in such a way??
I've been remiss in keeping up with you, journal. I have not been keeping track of all my antics and fear I have forgotten all of the proper details, or even the proper order since I haven't been ending my nights with a write up.
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I've been remiss in keeping up with you, journal. I have not been keeping track of all my antics and fear I have forgotten all of the proper details, or even the proper order since I haven't been ending my nights with a write up. I admit, I have been too drained to bother picking up a quill. Ranging across all of Ashenvale is one thing, but traipsing all over Azeroth? A different story. Granted, the portals of mages and gryphons have helped a great deal in making such large leaps from place to place but we've done so much in between!
Prior to my solitude being so rudely interrupted, I would meticulously write down all of the happenings in Ashenvale nightly and catalogue any and all Horde movement I tracked. I would check in and give my reports in Astanaar when Elune watched from her highest point once a week.
Like clockwork. I may not be the most social creature any longer, but I was faithful to my schedule and could be counted on for my patrols. Ever since Kyran got sick, I had taken a leave of absence for his well being and my Darkshore trek only to extend it as I was swept up in the antics of an old friend and new.
Now? I got a knowing look as I switched from ranger duties secluded to Ashenvale to extend them where the Alliance need me. To Blackfathom Deeps. To within Stormwind's walls, in their own dungeon of the Stockades. To Redridge and back again. Many a Defias, Naga, Murloc, and Orc has died to my arrows these past few days.
All with Doraku, Barnabus, and a young Druid known as Manasa. She is a sweet thing, but a Druid who seems to need to nap within the Dream a little longer...
Still, she is a master of natural magic. She managed to keep the lot of us on our feet while all sorts of creatures crowded round, trying to get their pound of flesh. The dear managed all on her own with the four of us despite that Guard Captain insisting a fifth would do us well. Hah! I think he forgot Kyran, who obviously counts as our parties' fifth.
This group seems to ebb and flow, Barnabus and Manasa wandering off one day only to meet up with us once more to delve deeper into territories with far more threatening enemies.
Yet, Doraku stays. He insists it's to look after me and get me back 'home', but he's doing a piss poor job of it. The Warrior is all too willing to let something side-track him.
I wonder if this is how he has been traveling about all these years, letting the wind and a request of a stranger take him where they may.
I admit, traveling with Doraku has been-
Enjoyable? Not exactly the correct word. The fool had us stalking through Stonetalon Mountains Monday night. He insisted on finding multiple horns from the chimera who stalk through the Charred Vale because some random sod asked and he needed the new armor the exchange would provide.
Sigh. My childhood friend has become a tad obsessed with the armor he now meticulously cleans.
Now, Stonetalon? The last time we'd traversed there with Warrior Barnabus, we encountered many a Horde but they fled at the sight of two warriors in full mail and a Hunter. The other night?
Oh, they fled. Solo adventurers, groups of two or three or four. They'd flee and my arrows would decorate their back.
Then the Horde managed to get smarter if you can even imagine. They'd wait for us to engage with a chimera, or come at us en mass.
Now, I am a skilled shot but there isn't much to be done when Warlocks have sent curses ringing through your ears and one of those mangy cow Druids happens to be gnawing at your knee.
I can at least say I managed to fell a few before we departed swiftly.
Journal, it was a rough night. Eventually, we got those blasted horns and limped back to Ashenvale. Yesterday I can say we scarcely moved beyond tending to our wounds.
Now? Now I'm back on a boat, if you can imagine it. A letter came through the post and now aid is needed in Duskwood. I've never been to such a place, but the name alone sounds more appealing than the sprawling open spaces we've visited previously.
Human lands are all well and good with their rolling plains and meadows, but it doesn't feel right until the woods are thick and only moonlight manages to break through the leaves.
We will have to see what this Duskwood holds for us.
Journal, I don't really know where to start with this past week. I made the journey to Teldrassil with little issue and never saw a familiar face.
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Journal, I don't really know where to start with this past week. I made the journey to Teldrassil with little issue and never saw a familiar face. Getting to Dolanaar was just as simply and I grabbed the requested herbs from the Innkeep quick enough.
I would have been on my merry way if a familiar voice hadn't flagged me down. Of all the people to run into, it was Doraku who had hailed me.
By Elune, I haven't seen the man since back in Hyjal and even then we'd only exchanged pleasantries and certainly hadn't acted as the friends we had been.
..I suppose that unfortunate party is as seared into his memories as the foggier version has been to mine. It twists my gut to think of it and who I was back then. A careless thing with little thought to Azeroth as a whole.
It's been so long, yet he looks almost the same. Perhaps a little more filled out now that he's taken up the mantle of a true warrior of the Kaldorei. He wears the armor well, truth be told.
Still, he greeted me as a friend and introduced me to a Human who was visiting the area. A curious man, that Human. His name is Barnabus and he is a near insufferable chatterbox. Fancies himself an adventurer. Insists he's the best one in all of Azeroth and by Elune he's determined that everyone knows it.
I don't quite know how it happened, but these two warriors decided that we were now a trio.
Doraku made some comment that I really should be checking in on my parents, but I brushed him off. Getting the herbs back to Kyran was of the upmost importance.
Thus I made my way back to Ashenvale, but now with these two in tow. There were many distractions along the way, what with that blasted 'explorer' getting into all sorts of trouble!
How he managed to find the site of an Old God's corpse, I'll never know....but it may have been for the best as there was some poor lost Human girl-child stuck within the pit with too many cultists afoot. We helped the poor child out of the pit and directed her up the road to Auberdine.
The trek to Ashenvale and Astraanar was uneventful, save for putting a few arrows into some stray Horde but I was happy to be on my home turf.
I got to check on Kyran and deliver the herbs, but was told there were many days yet before he'd be able to run with me again. His wound is looking well, no festering or signs of infection. He's simply languid, but eager to leave. The stable master assured me he'd make sure Kyran rested well and would get the salve applied daily.
At this point it had been an entire day and a half without my beloved and in the company of two idiot warriors, so I was none to pleased but at least Kyran is doing fine.
With little else to do, I let Doraku and Barnabus take our strange little group where they will. Somehow they got it in their heads that we needed to use this time to help everyone in all of Azeroth!
First it started with helping about Ashenvale, before a local asked us to check a station in Redridge along with culling their local Wyvern population. Along that merry route we happened upon a goblin who wanted help sabotaging a rival company who was cutting all of the trees down!
Oh journal, you should have seen the barren place. Miles upon miles of felled trees and a land swarming with grimy Venture Co workers. The three of us did our part in trying to cut down their numbers, getting some useless papers along the way for the Goblin.
Then the Wyverns... Those accured Wyverns. We slaughtered them wholesale, but ripping out those venom sacs as proof of the kill proved to be cumbersome. Apparently, skinning the beasts wasn't enough. We had to carve into their tails for the fragile venom sacs. Messy work, but the Horde will be severely lacking in air transport now!
I am pleased to report that during this time we felled an Orc warrior, two vulgar warlocks and one of their Shamans. A Tauren, sad to say but he helped his fellow Orcs and Doraku took him out for it. I am a little saddened by the Tauren's death, as they seem to care for nature as much as I, but this is war.
After we finally managed to trek back to Astranaar, get cleaned up and check the status of Kyran feet seemed to be itchy as Barnabus got it in his thick skull that the Eastern Kingdoms needed us.
I don't know about all that, but I can now say I've ridden that clattering monstrosity of a Deeprun Tram and have made acquaintances with Flight Masters all over Azeroth.
Now, apparently these silly little Humans are having some sort of a political kerfluffle. The Human King didn't see fit to pay his people properly and they suffer for it. Yet, Barnabus insisted we needed to aid those under Stormwind's banner as this- Defias Brotherhood was a menace.
Now, a glance from the outside would have me leaning towards helping them except for the fact that they seem to be terrorizing civilians for a slight from their King. They really should have gone through the proper channels for this, instead of harming innocents to vent their frustrations. Really, they were ravaging farms! I'd expect this behavior of Orcs, but Humans should know better.
This mission against the Defias took us through a place known as the Deadmines where I can say we thinned out enough of their numbers to satisfy the Human Commander of Sentinel Hill.
I do admit, there is a certain charm to these Human lands and satisfaction to be found in helping them with their silly squabbles.
Still, I'd been too long from Kyran and told my companions of my wish to return to Ashenvale. Barnibus took this as a parting of ways, but Doraku insisted on accompanying me. I'm uncertain on how I should feel about this, especially since he still keeps dropping hints about visiting my parents...
A mild annoyance for another time, journal as I am happy to report that Kyran is once more at my side. The Stable Master gave him a clean bill of health!
We celebrated our reunion by fishing up a feast for the three of us, dining on Slitherskin Mackerel until we'd burst!
Now I find myself tucked in for the night with Kyran dozing at my hip and uncertain of my next step. Perhaps I need to find a way to shoo Doraku along his way?
If I am being honest with myself, these past few days have been an enjoyable adventure. I don't have such a draw to get back to my solitary patrols here. Perhaps I will see if the locals need a little more help and see if Doraku decides to follow this venture....
I knew the wound didn't look right. I knew something was amiss despite how Kyran acted as if that bite didn't bother him in the least.
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I knew the wound didn't look right. I knew something was amiss despite how Kyran acted as if that bite didn't bother him in the least. Big, ol' idiot has to act tough even if there isn't a lioness around for miles to impress!
Before patrol, I changed out the bandage of Kyran's bite and now there is a strange green tint where the flesh should be healing. The Stable Master showed as much concern as I felt, but told me he'd be fine with a bit of rest and some special tinctures.
Unfortunately, the woman's stores were running low and she would need a fresh batch to last Kyran the week.
The herbs she needs? Waiting to be shipped by the end of the week in Darnassus. Of course.
But if this is what Kyran needs to be on his paws and by my side, I suppose I can slink in and out of the city. Granted, it's not as if my folks live there...
It's Auberdine and that blasted boat that would be the problem, but what would the chances be of either of my parents going to market tonight? If I leave now, I could catch a midnight ship over to the city and not risk any chance of my parents spotting me.
If I've avoided them for these past four years, one day shouldn't make a difference.
It'll be all for Kyran, regardless. I owe him that much. One awkward run in with my folks is worth his well being.
I am a stupid woman. An utter fool. How could I be so reckless? I dared skirt close to those accursed woods, knowing that an infected beast or satyr often would stray close to the path.
My folly brought pain to my beloved Kyran.
I hadn’t been paying attention, far sight caught on something deeper in those dreaded felwoods. I wasn’t paying attention, but Kyran had been. There was a felpaw wolf lurking close at hand. The beast had charged me, but Kyran bowled it over before it could take a snap at me.
Before I knew it, the two were tussling and tumbling, with me with no chance to take a shot with how they were tangled. My Kyran held his own against that diseased mongrel, despite that beast being almost as large as him!
Still, somehow it managed to get it’s jaws deep into Kyran’s main which brought the two to a sort of tug-o-war as Kyran bellowed and tried to twist free while the wolf braced and clamped those jaws harder.
That moment was all I needed to stick three arrows in the beast’s gut, but still it clung to Kyran. Even in its death throes, the wolf kept its jaws sunk deep. I had to pry the animal’s maw from Kyran’s fur, only to reveal that my lion’s mane couldn’t keep those teeth from penetrating flesh.
Concerned about what sort of infections a Fel corrupted beast would have, I tended to Kyran on the spot and cleaned the wound as best I could. Kyran for his part, looked nonplussed about the whole situation and expected praise for almost taking out such a beast all on his own.
The idiot.
He behaved enough to let me fuss over him some more before we returned to Astranaar to bed for the night. Despite Kyran acting as if he’d only been scratched, I plan to keep an eye on that wound. It’s in a bad spot, too close to his neck and a hassle to clean due to his mane.
Before tucking in for the night, I snuck him a few extra fish to make up for being so careless with him at my side. The big oaf keep acting as if everything is okay, but every time I look at that bandage I’m wracked with guilt.
A Priestess of the Moon who fell in the battle that took Malorne's life, Evira 's elder sisiter.
Note: Can be adopted as someone's playable RP character with a bit of story tweaking for anyone interested in having a pre-made character with connections.
A Priestess of the Moon who fell in the battle that took Malorne's life, Evira 's elder sisiter.
Note: Can be adopted as someone's playable RP character with a bit of story tweaking for anyone interested in having a pre-made character with connections.
A Sin'dorei mage who currently resides on Sunstrider Isle after his exile from Kaldorei society, unbeknownst to his surviving family and Evira , his little sister.
A Sin'dorei mage who currently resides on Sunstrider Isle after his exile from Kaldorei society, unbeknownst to his surviving family and Evira , his little sister.
The last elders of the Everstar family. They had resided in Zin-Ashari for the majority of their lives, an up and coming family that soon would have joined the ranks of the Quel'Dorei if Azshara's lust for power hadn't torn all of Azeroth asunder.
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The last elders of the Everstar family. They had resided in Zin-Ashari for the majority of their lives, an up and coming family that soon would have joined the ranks of the Quel'Dorei if Azshara's lust for power hadn't torn all of Azeroth asunder.
They had three children between them: Twins, a boy and girl named Kelan and Telari, then a third child, a girl named Evira .
Myala had taken up the life of a Sentinel, while her husband Arwick wore the mantle of a Druid after the fall of Zin-Ashari. Once Teldrassil had been planted, the two retired to Darkshore near the Cliffspring River in a secluded cottage to live out their now mortal lives in peace.
Evira 's faithful companion, a male black lion with green eyes.
After being discovered on the outskirts of the Ashenvale forest near his slain mother's corpse, Evira took the cub to Silverwing Outpost as she had no idea how to care for a cub that had yet to be weened from his mother's milk.
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Evira 's faithful companion, a male black lion with green eyes.
After being discovered on the outskirts of the Ashenvale forest near his slain mother's corpse, Evira took the cub to Silverwing Outpost as she had no idea how to care for a cub that had yet to be weened from his mother's milk. A helpful Druid instructed the oblivious Huntress on the proper care of the cub and Evira soon found herself the nursemaid for a growing lion cub.
It didn't take long for Kyran to grow enough to accompany his new owner on scouting missions and the pair has been inseparable ever since