Odyssei was such a woman. She was a huntress, cloaked for the fading grasp of winter as she slipped easily beneath the bare branches of the forest. Padding easily at her side was Skoll, a spirit wolf she found in the Storm Peaks in Northrend. The Draenei hid her features beneath a cowel, the puffs of each soft exhale wafting from her lips and nostrils. The soft glow from her eyes, a trait of her race could be seen from within the shadows of her hood. There were a pair of bumps along the sides of her head bulging beneath her cloak. They were her gently curving horns.
Her journey was of a personal matter. Long ago her brother had disappeared into the snows of Northrend during the war against the Lich King. He numbered among the thousands who did not return after the fall of Arthas. Odyssei had already found the place where he had fallen, but something disturbing and frightening had spurred her. The very shade of her dead brother had beseeched her to find his children somewhere in Kalimdor. Surprised her brother had managed time to start a family, Odyssei none the less decided to do her brother's final wish to the best of her abilities. It never occurred to her the journey would become a pursuit.
She learned her brother had not actually fathered a son, but had instead adopted a human boy...as well as an orphanage compromised of no less than a dozen children in all. Leaving them in the care of a Night Elf and a Gnome, Odyssei's brother had sworn to take them all to the Exodar after the war in the north was ended. The huntress felt the responsibility to see to a fulfulled promise was indeed now her responsibility. Not only because her brother had asked her, but also for the soft fondness she had for children. She never bothered to question the ghost why it was so important to get those children home. Nor did she find it bothersome to accept his responsibilities as her own. Scarheart's last wish came in the form of a spirit and no Draenei could deny the last wish of a dead relative. Odyssei loved her brother and was glad to do this for him.
Besides, she was bored out of her mind.
The house deep within the Stonetalon Mountains she had been directed to had been burned to the ground by the time she came across it. Judging from the markings and the trail, a sizable group of humans had come, captured the children and their two care takers and headed south towards Desolace. Naturally the huntress was concerned for the safety of the children and of course she followed the trail.
What irritated her was the southward movement. Centaurs were all over Desolace and she was not overly fond of the brutes. She had been following the trail of the abductors for the past two weeks. The winter weather had slowly begin to give way to the first signs of spring, but the days were still cold and the nights even colder. The band of humans were easy to follow, as they were guiding a large wagon pulled by a large kodo. Why they had taken the children was not hard to hazard a guess at, but she imagined the slave trade had something to do with it.
Greed was such a nuisance. Odyssei intended to show them the depths of her temper through the mercy of the muzzle of the gun strapped to her back. Besides, she also had her lightning enchanted spirit wolf to terrorize the crap out of her intended prey.
Hunting was fun, but this had the potential of posing a threat to the safety of a group of children she was responsible for, but had not yet met.
It was an interesting dilemma.
(Note: Feel free to comment on this thread. This is something I've been thinking about and hope to continue it as I go along. Constructive feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy it.)