#virelith

"It was back when I threw in my lot to hunt in Val'sharah. Back when the Satyrs of Shaladrassil were awakened and overran Shala'nir. Seeing what they were doing to the land as the nightmare was spreading put me on edge. But worse was what it was doing to the wildlife." He said with a deep frown."In that area, they call panther's like her Nightsabers. I don't know how old she was exactly, but I know she wasn't even fully grown yet and under or close to a year if that. I had shot her mother down, she'd been lost to the corruption of the nightmare, her fur already starting to rot." He grew still as he reflected on the memory, a cold chill of anger showing in his gaze.

"She was only trying to protect her mother when she came at me, the nightmare corruption hadn't fully taken her yet. She'd caught me off guard, impressive as that was and so my shot didn't hit its mark when I fired at her." He went silent for a moment as if that part of the memory wasn't one he was proud of. "I wounded her good, but I could tell when she ran off that she was only going to suffer if I let her be or suffer a fate worse than her mother's." He rubs his palm over her face.

Not even Virelith could look at you without a slow blink. It was enough to make Vael laugh as he motons to her expression which was but a perfect reflection of how he felt. "Neither of us are nice, you just haven't seen our true sleves yet because we're trying to make an impression. Or in her case to get what she wants." He nudges his dark lady with his knee earning a snarl. "Around ten years ago, when she was just shy of a year old if that much." He answers with a look that shows he was still doing the math in his head to check if he was right.

"Short answer, she has." "Sometimes it's unintentional, she's a large feline and those claws and teeth both were made to rend flesh. She only looks and occasionally acts like an oversized house cat. But I'm here to tell you she's not." "Virelith is a wild predator that's built for hunting. Her strength and instincts make her dangerous, even if she seems familiar or cute or cuddly. She's an older well aged companion that's been with me for some time now. Years ago I'd never have brought her into the city with me. And if you saw what she's capable of when we're hunting or on the job, you'd gain a respect for her and rethink how friendly she really is." "She can drag prey weighing 500 lbs or more into trees. Her shoulder and neck stregth will forever rival mine. She has a bite force strong enough to crush my bones or even pierce a turtle shell and when we're on the hunt or at war, she kills by holding struggling prey and targets with her jaws if they manage to escape my shot." "You might want to think she'd never hurt me, but I don't own her. She chooses to be with me as much as I chose her. Sure she may obey a command or two when she wants too but we've a mutual respect for one another. And when she has had enough or isn't in the mood, she'll bite me or swipe at me no matter who you are. We may have a strange understanding of each other, and at times we both aren't immune to the pull of companionship. But make no mistake, she knows how to put on an act to get what she wants just as well as I do. She's not afraid to hurt anyone or anything to get it. I taught her too well."