She stared down depressed from her constricting bonds and cold iron cage to the soft lush looking grass below. The muzzle on her mouth was both embarrassing and frustrating; speaking was completely out of the question, all she could do was growl and moan. All around her were pets and other forlorn animals of assorted shapes and sizes; from the rare white elekk to a brown cockroach scratching away in its box.
Northrend was a very dangerous place for those who were unfamiliar with it, as Seheilvia had quickly found out. One of Nessingwary’s wannabe goons had caught her unaware, with a tranquilizer to her tushy. All this while she had been adventuring in her shape shifting form which resembled a panther. While most druids end up closely resembling the tough bears and panthers of this day and age with their heavy dark fur, Seheilvia was different. Her coat was a shimmery sky blue with soft patches of white. It all started with her mother long ago…
Seheilvia’s mother, Lasietha, was a very magical night elf with quite the talent for restorative powers. She was also a bit of a daredevil and risk taker. As luck would have it, she and a lot of her girlfriends at the time decided during the Brewfest events to venture to Orgrimmar and take on the Orcs in drinking contests. There just so happened to be some buff looking Tauren there as well that caught Lasietha’s eye. One in particular whose name she claims she couldn’t pronounce, or as the case probably was that she was too drunk to remember, was a pure silver Tauren.
Both of them seemed determined to outdrink the other and as the free brew was pushed between the two of them the night went on late into the morning both having retired with each other somewhere in Durotar. Lasietha was woken to find herself back in Darnassus and had sworn off the event, claiming to be the obvious winner of the drinking contest. Time revealed she was pregnant, though she claims it was probably one of the high elders of the grove that took advantage of her back in Darnassus, many were wiser than that.
Time blessed Lasietha with Seheilvia. Many saw poor Sehsi, a nickname from her mother, as an abnormality or a curse to the Darnassian race. Most night elves had silky smooth deep blue and teal skin. Seheilvia was the colour of the silver bluish white moon cast upon a crystal clear ocean, with short silky smooth fur all over her. She was also much shorter than any other night elf standing at four feet rather than the respectable six and seven foot tall night elves. Ignorance of any kind was not welcome among Darnassians; however that didn’t stop most from snickering at the sight of her and casting disdain. Yet, all this was of the past; she had proven strong no matter her size and was building up her talents and abilities by fighting the scourge of Northrend when she came upon her current predicament.
All the animals, including Sehsi, were loaded up and hauled out to the Borean Tundra. The goblins and humans loved to sell their wares to those new to Northrend in hopes of making a few pieces of gold. Though they often tried to swindle as much as possible, from younger adventurers. Upon the road, far east from the Cenarion druids, the bunch set up their tents and camps and began to shout their wares to those gion back and forth on the roads. Sehsi, still confined to a very tight fitting cage with bonds and a muzzle, was on the brink of tears surely someone would come and save her… Right?
