Zahasha Whitewolfe
Zahasha learned early in life that everything feeds everything. Ophaned at an early age during an unsuccessful hunting party in the region of Everfrost. Found and adopted by a pack of White Wolves She was raised by them in a snowy cave. Over time Zahasha developed a deep Love and respect for all wolves . Later after returning to Her birth home of Kelethin , She would fondly think back of the days spent learning from Her wolf family. Seeking a furture understanding of balance in the natural world Zahasha dedicated herself to becoming a Druid Priestess following Tunare~ The Mother of All.
May the Blessings of Tunare Be with you.
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Zahasha looked at the bloodstained snow, the lifeless bodies of her parents and the great tainted mammoth before her. It all had happened so fast she thinks to herself as the stinging snow hits her young face. She looks across the tundra as far as she can see in the snowy conditions she is alone. She and her parents had journied from Kelethin to the far north of Everfost to hunt the wooly mammoths. The tainted had come and put up a great fight, but upon its death a corrupted appeared out of no where and quickly overcame the elfin hunters.
Tears of deep sadness spring forth as the young woodelf grieves for the loss of her beloved father and mother. The tears freezing upon her face Zahasha watches as the snow begins to cover the corpses of her parents. Seeking warmth and cover from the storm she curls up under the leg near the belly of the tainted mammoth. Exausted from the shock of the events and overwhelming grief the young maiden falls into a deep sleep.
Zahasha awoke with a start....upon opening her eyes she is frozen with fear. Before her looking directly into her eyes was a great White Wolf! She held her breath, remembering that her robes were covered with the blood of her parents. In that moment the young woodelf maiden accepts and even welcomes her death.
The wolf studies her then began to lick the blood from Zahasha's robes. This was too much for the young maiden to take in , she faints to unconsiousness. The wolf gently nuzzels Zahasha and continues to clean the blood off of her robes.
There comes a point where grief, shock and exhaustion play strange games with the mind. Zahasha upon waking was not sure if she was awake or in a dream. The light was dim as she open her eyes. She could feel the warmth and rythmic breathing of bodies touching hers.
Where was she? What had happened? Was this a dream? She falls back to a deep dreamless sleep.
The cries of the young wolf pups awaken Zahasha. Thier mother has brought them a freshly killed snowhare for thier breakfast. The young woodelf maiden lies very still. The smells of this place tell her she is no longer out on the open tundra. Partly opening one eye to see where she might be, the dim light reveals that she is in a cave. Suddenly a flood of memories come upon the young maiden . In an instant she realizes she is in the home of the great White Wolves of Everfrost.
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Zahasha smiles as she watches the runner pull the Mammoth. Admiring the beauty of the movement as she observes the white wolve bounding and leaping at the wooly mammoth. Hunting with the pack brings great joy to her. She is part of a family that is so close each knows what the other will do and watches out for each other in the process. The mammoth shreaks and goes down with its last breath. Zahasha runs to the warm body salavating in anticipation of food. The wolves have ripped the flesh open and torn apart the chest of the beast revealing its heart. Taking a sharp stone Zahasha growls softly, removes the heart and begins to eat. Sniffing the air the maiden is reminded that the time of roots and berries will be upon them soon. She is quite fond of the wild mint and berries a treat whos time comes and goes all to quickly to her liking. Suddenly something catches her eye.....there appears to be wolf watching the pack from a near by hill. The elfin maiden realises that it is observing her. They stare at each other from across the tundra, Zahasha is intriqued sensing something is very different about this Lone Wolf.
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Perhaps the concept of time can be counted by the appearence of the sun or the moon. Perhaps it can be counted by the passage of suns or moons of the cold, the greening up, the warm or the harvest. Perhaps by growth and change one will begin to understand time. For Zahasha living with the wolves was timeless. All of the pack lived in and related to each other within the moment.
Long ago she had outgrown the robes she came to the pack wearing. Her body had changed , gotten larger and much more shaped like that of her elfin mothers. Zahasha enjoyed creating items to drape over herself for warmth and protection. While searching for young trees to gather suptile bark for weaving a belt with Zahasha was startled by sound. She looked up to see a wolf not too far away. This was not a member of her pack. Zahasha prepared to let out a great howel to alert the others when she recognised this one as the Lone Wolf she had seen before. Something was different about this wolf as she gazed deep into his eyes.
"Hello Zahasha" the wolf said in elfish. Zahasha blinked. Had the wolf really spoken to her? It had been so very long since she had heard her native tongue. How could this be? She stared hard at the wolf.
"Hello Zahasha" the wolf repeated softly in elfish. Zahasha gasped, the hairs standing up on her skin! Indeed this wolf had spoken to her in elfish and it knew her name. Her heart was pounding so hard she was spinning. A flood of memories and emotions swept over the elfin maiden. She gulped a number of times trying hard to regain her composure. Once her breathing had slowed back down she looked the wolf in the eyes mustering up all her courage she replied "Hello." She hoped the sound of her voice did not let on to her fear. "My name is Heartwood" replied the wolf. His voice was gentle and kind. Zahasha stared hard at the wolf. Deep within her being she knew that from this moment on her life had forever changed.
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The sweet smell of the pine trees fills the air as Zahasha looks up towards the sky through thier great boughs. The tree city of Kelethin had been her first home, she had never forgotten these wonderful giant trees. A dedicated Druid, Zahasha sat outside the Soldiers of Tunare Guild hall awaiting her beloved Heartwood Master. " I owe my life my life to him" she thinks to herself as she reflects upon all that He has done to help her. She allows her thoughts to go back to when he first brought her to Halas from Everfrost She had been with the white wolves for a many years. The sites, sounds and smells of Halas were so new and exciting that they were overwelming. The Barbarians were a huge, fierce, but friendly Race for the most part. Heartwood had been so patient with her as she was diffinitly very wild back then. Zahasha will never forget or regret her time living with the wolves. Sneaking back often while she was in Halas to visit them. Heartwood had placed her in the home of Mackare and Osha Blackwolf of Halas. Zahasha blushes as she recalls rolling on her back to expose her belly and throat the first time she met Mackare and Osha, she had much to learn back then. They were amused by her growls, yips and howels, but horrified the first time she bit their son Mackareless on the neck while playing. Heartwood had known that the Blackwolfs were one of the rare families in Halas that did not hunt or kill wolves. They had an understanding and respect for the nature of the wolf. This was very helpful to all of them in dealing with this wild woodelf maiden. Mackare and Oshas son Mackareless became a great friend to Zahasha dispite the many times she bit him. She would follow him and his young shaman friend Insk everywhere. Zahasha reflects upon her memories of these happy times, running through town, swimming, playing in the snow fields, learning to hide with Mackareless and working on casting skills with Insk. While wondering how they were doing her thoughts are interupted as she hears the Heartwood Master say " Hello Eagleheart, Have you been working on your Kiting?" Zahasha catches her breath, looking up to see the Heartwood Master standing with the Druid Eagleheart. A handsome woodelf Eagleheart's face is tanned from the sun , his blond hair sparkling in the dappeled sunlight. For a moment thier eyes meet and the the maiden feels her pulse quicken. Zahasha smiles " Good day M'Lord Eagleheart!" she says. "Ohhh and Good Day to you M'Lord Heartwood." Zahasha blushes while standing up wondering if her inner thoughts are at all hidden from these two as she bows to them. She can't seem to take her eyes off of Eagleheart nor does she want to. The three weeks he was away seemed like an enternity to her. She is greatly relieved and overjoyed to see him safely back home. The Heartwood Master smiles knowingly at the two Druids and slips away from site. "Hail Zahasha" Eagleheart says as He grabs her and begins to dance with her. Zahasha melts into his strong arms and whispers softly into Eaglehearts ear "Welcome back my King". The smell of wildflowers envelopes Eagleheart as He buries his face in Zahasha's blazen red hair. Swirling and dancing the nimble woodelfs move as one. Eagleheart looks deeply into Zahasha's eyes and says "It is good to be home my Queen." Smiling they embrace, Zahasha within her whole being had never experienced such happiness as she did in this moment.
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"It is good to have an end to journey towards:
but it is the journey that matters in the end." ~Ursula K Le Guin |
