A Tauren with a lost past, a wanderer looking for his home, his people, a pupil of the ever wise Hamuul Runetotem, but most of all a druid seeking to aid Por Ah in returning to her balance that was so violently disrupted.
Masax Thornhoof a simple looking Tauren if not for the feathers and other pieces of nature weaved into his furry mane. All tokens he took during parts of his training. Stood quietly outside of the lodge of the Ishnu Por Ah, his gaze lost to the birds circling above. "If only life could be that simple", he grunted; turning to return inside. A new friend recently injured, to an extent that he couldn't hardly believe lay on a mat in the center of the lodge. After a strange trip to the realm of Ragnaros, the proud Red Earth Red Skin lay bandaged and badly burnt from an attack in the Firelands. Her kindness welcomed him to the their tribe, and his caring and worry convinced him of his new duty to aid in her recovery.
This is were he stayed most of his days, tending to bandages, redressing her wounds, muttering druidic spells of healing. Never convinced he could do enough for her, the damage done to her was greivous and the time needed to recover was unknown. Emotions would flood in at times, leaving the middle-aged bull near tears, most times other members of Ishnu Por Ah were far enough away to not notice, it was simple their Matriarch and himself. Fledging with one of the bandages on her arm, "Damn you firelords, why do this", he quietly mumbled. Dropping the roll of fresh bandage he snorted at his frustration and removed the now fouled bandage. Pausing for a moment to collect himself, trying to reach inward for some sort of strength. Shocked suddenly with the touch of someones hands on his arm. To his surprise, a new member of Ishnu Por Ah knelt at his side.
"I can take care of this wound brother, take your leave and rest, you seem troubled" said the attractive young hunter
"She has done much for me, I should aid her to the best of my ability, young one" he grunted in response
"Ah, but the best of your ability is not present", the young Tauren quickly snapped, pressing herself inbetween Red Earth and Masax, "You need rest and food, I will tend the wound, and you may then rest and tend to yourself"
Realizing the truth in her speech, he lowered his resistance, and slowly stood, quickly glance down at the hunter, she was quite beautiful in his eyes. Her seemingly polished horns, and groomed mane pulled together into two large braids. Not realizing he was staring, he was again caught, "Is there something else I could help you with brother Masax?" smiling up at him.
Shaking himself back to the now, "No, that is all, thank you ..." he trailed off, embarrassed he couldn't remember this beautiful Tauren's name
"Merrar" smiling, "It is a pleasure to help"
Bowing Masax turned and left the lodge, quickly biding farewell to Mishkwaki, and Reknor outside he made his way back to the Center Rise of Thunder Bluff; returning once again to the Inn that Pela had made available to him. As he walked he found that someone quite curious was following him. An intriguing snow leopard, very unusual for these parts, keeping its distance, stopping when he did and watching him intently as he walked. Once masax reached the inn; returning to his carefully laid out mat. He glance over to the Snow Leopard that followed him, "Your master is quite interesting" smiling with a chuckle to himself, "You may return to her now and tell her I am indeed resting"
To his surprise the sleek cat curled up near him and appeared to doze off.
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