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My bf says Pizza Hut is good. Is this true?

((Yey SRESRE! Good to see another not forgetting the Pride in our tabard! Rashka will commend this. *Nodnod*))

Rashka the family lady! Who would have thought. ^^ Glad to see hear making a return as well! And glad that it will still be with red hair. Will surely suit her much better. *nod*

Oh trust me, there is a lot to her that people doesn't know. story was kinda quick made. What do you think?

Always Red

It was late 'noon as Rashka sat below a waterfall in Pandaria, washing her hair throughly. It had been completely white for several moons now; Presumably due to a great amount of stress and self-loathing. Had she done what she could to keep the Tribe together? She had tried. But was it enough? It hadn't been.
One by one, they disappeared. Some called to war to fight against the Legion, and some deciding to walk their own paths. And when the Spirit Link disappeared too, she had assumed her beloved Tribe to have perished for good.

Sighing she peered over her shoulder at Korgara, she was playing by the edge of the water, Sujing, Rashka's first real tutor, by her side. She couldn't help but smile. She had grown so much lately, already being two and a half year old. Time went fast. Faster than she liked, at times. Groshnok'd of been sending her letters every now and then, but he had not seen his daughter for many moons now.
It annoyed her, angered her even, but she could not keep him on a leash, she knew that, he simply was a wild spirit, not to be tamed so easily. The letters would have to do. At least for now. She had been sending him letters in return, a picture attached every once in a while. Finally something useful those Gobbos had invented.
She even had received a letter from her Blood Brother recently, that she had thought long lost.
Massaging her scalp she mumbled quietly to herself. She missed war. Fighting. Blood, adrenaline pumping and surging through her veins-.. She'd of enjoyed the time off with her daughter, teaching her how to wield a weapon properly; She had to learn from an early age!She would become a fine warrior some day, that was for sure.
With a smirk settled on her features she retreated from the waterfall, her mane no longer white; She had dyed it back to its original color, or well the same shade, at least. Red. Her favorite color.

She had wanted to return. But there was nothing to return to. No Tribe, no real family. No, she would stay here in Pandaria with her daughter and her aging tut-.. What was that? Peering over her shoulder, her brows furrowed as she turned in one swift motion, her muscles tense as she scanned the surrounding area. But there was nothing to be seen, she could of sworn-... Hm, no. Perhaps it had just been the wind-.. Korgara was now tugging on her leg. "What's that Mommy?" Rashka arched her brows, peering down at her. "Wha's wha'?" She asked, her voice soft spoken, yet with slight confusion.
She pointed at her hand.
With a swift movement Rashka lifted her hand, observing the letter that somehow had made an appearance within it. Her eyes narrowed. "I don' know. A letter." Korgara simply giggled, as if she had seen something her mother simply hadn't picked up. Ruffling her daughters hair she proceeded to walk a bit further ahead, before opening up the sealed envelope, her eyes scanning over the text. The further she got, the more furrowed her brows became, her expression turning into a slight snarl.

"Friend
I write to you in haste, for time is of the essence and eyes are everywhere. Even now, agents of the enemy threaten to silence me. I do not know their intent, nor do I know how it is that they have burrowed themselves so deeply into our society. They live among us; share our roofs and eat our food. Even in Orgrimmar, none are safe from their clutches. What I do know with certainty, is that you are in danger. You may have no cause to trust me or see reason in my words, but see reason in this: the spirits themselves cry out for blood.

I have enclosed a map that shall lead you to a desolate camp in the Stonetalon Mountains. Meet me there on the 26th day of the 11th month. I promise you answers and refuge there. In the meantime, see to your blood kin should you have any. They too may be exposed.

Trust no one.

Signed,
Kozgugore Feraleye"

Sujing couldn't help but notice Rashka's growing worried expression.
"What is wrong, my Student?" Rashka peered up from the letter briefly, a snort escaping her nostrils. Her Chieftain had need of her, he wasn't dead; he was alive, and seemingly in danger. She knew what she had to do. She trusted him, and he had trusted her to come to his aid. She had been called upon, and it was not something she would turn down. It was time for her to return to her spot as a Nag'Ogar for the Tribe-.. If they were there too, of course. She hoped they would be. Blinking she realized Sujing still was staring at her with a confused expression. She cleared her throat before speaking; Her voice booming with strength as a slight smirk crept onto her features once more. "It appears I 'ave been summoned. Ye think y'can watch over Korgara fer me fo' a bi'?" Sujing merely smiled, albeit a worried smile, but she nodded, she understood the call very well herself, having been a Shado'pan under Taran'zhu. "Very well, but be careful. We both need you back alive, and in one piece."

Grinning Rashka set into a run, the air flowing through her once more red mane, her body almost already feeling the adrenaline rushing through her veins, at the thought of fighting with, and for, the Tribe once more.
She quickly packed her most essential items, donning on her mix of chain-mail and leather armor. Within an hour she'd of set off towards the nearest maintained portal to Orgrimmar that she knew of.
They would soon know that anyone that threatened her Chieftain, threatened the Tribe, and if they threatened the Tribe, they threatened her personally.
Their blood would flow, just like her red mane once more did. They would learn that when you threaten one wolf, you face the entire pack. She would make sure of that.

Where was that poll, btw?

Aaalso updated!

Updated in time for the new soft reboot of the guild!

You think a Blackrock orc would fit with Rashka? Hmmmm time will show xD

Nooo!! Gashlesss whyyy!! Who's Rashka gonna be buddies with now?!

Oh no.

You already know, I'll be there! For the Blood of the Tribe!

Well the thread isn't locked yet so..

*Rashka snarls as the bullet flies clean through her leg, her fangs barred at the pirates. She'd waste no time as she aims to lunge herself at her attacker, her axe going straight for his face.*
Attack roll (14)

*Bares her fangs and roars as the pirates starts boarding their ship. She'd rush at the closest of them, slashing her axe at his abdomen, her sword going for a slash at his arm.* (roll 12)