Nialna

Appearance:

Her body is a bit shorter than the average Dwarf, but her form is quite full. Her hips thicker than most and her chest and arms lean and toned. looking as though she has seen battle in the past. Her skin was a bit rough in places but overall soft and subtle. almost sun kissed.

You notice a deep scar on her left shoulder, a bite mark. deep but healing over. Nia's canines poke out over her bottom lip. longer and sharper than they should be.

Her hair is White, with a radiance to it. A piercing in her left nostril with a handful of freckles under her eyes gave her face the appearance of someone quite young. Her eyes however, have a wild glisten to them, hiding something deep inside her that cannot be controlled.

She is wearing a silver silk dress. loose on her body, it really shows off her finer features. The dress is being held up by a tight metal choker around her neck, embossed with a blue jewel in the center. You dont notice any panty lines. it looks so perfect and smooth.

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Personality:

Nia is a sweet Girl. Experienced from the war but sincere. She used to be Quiet and reserved while living in the temple. but now, after her recent transformation, battles Deep animalistic urges. She can be rough at times, not fully able to control herself. still trying to understand her new senses. In the heat of the moment She even may get carried away and Bite you. But she doesn't mean any harm. She just cant help it. She is trying her best to learn from Greygory Revanor. learning to control her instincts and her Urges. But still at times, its just too much for her.

History:

I used to a be a nobody. Daughter of a farm-hand. born to nothing. Until the day the undead came. The Knights of the Silver Hand recruited everyone and anyone they could back then. My old man and me got recruited. given 2 day notice and then ripped from our home and sent to Northrend to fight in the War.

After a pack of undead attacked our camp at night and killed my comrades, I left northrend, Lady Ellune protected me that night and i swore my life to following her teachings. I spent the next few years as a sister of Elune, living and studying at the temple. doing my best to try to listen to what the Mother Moon was trying to teach me. The Sisters failed me. being an outsider they looked down on me. imposing countless rules and stipulations. Never letting me leave, Never letting me meet anyone else. I used to sneak out and run. as far as i could. to get away.

I spent my time away in Goldshire in an attempt to understand and meet people. I was so lonely. The war, The Temple, it wore on me. Until the day i met Greygory Revanor, a Sheriff of Stormwind. He treated me like no one ever had. with love and compassion, fueled by a Feral Desire. We mated for life, and in the moment Rev bit me on my shoulder. Dwarves are not typically know to contract the Worgen Curse, but my connection with the Mother Moon caused a shift to take place inside me.

My canines grew Long and sharp, my eyesight sharpened. The taste for blood on my lips. unable to control it at times. Animalistic urges rushing through my body and my loins. During the Peaks of the Moon's cycle my urges get the better of me, I give in to my temptations. Only Rev is able to satisfy and calm me. I do my best to try and learn from him. Part of his pack now, he owns me.

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extended, from the War:

It was cold up there. thats what i remember most. The bitter never ending cold. We fought alongside the Knights for a number of years i was only 16 when i was recruited. years passed. To many for me to remember. I was never a religious person, not really anyway. i felt an obligation to help Knights. that was all. i was an infantryman. one of hundreds. sent out first. sent out to fight the dead. sent out to die.

We got lucky for long time I guess, but luck can only get you so far. One night i awoke to screams in our camp, i remember it being so cold that night.

it was so quick. withtin minutes we were overrun. no way to escape. half of us still sleeping. They tore into my allies. i watched unable to help as everyone i knew was choking on their crimson blood. my Lieutenant, my officer. my fellow knights, and... my old man. The undead never touched me however. it was as though they could not even see me. they tore our entire camp to pieces. in matter of 15 minutes the entire camp was dead.

the light was not there for us that night. but someone was there for me. My anger at those undead monstrosities. the raw rage i felt was being soothed by feelings of love. An Aura of compassion. Lady Elune, the Mother Moon was with me that night. for some reason she spared me.Every day since then has been devoted to the Sisters of Elune. in an attempt to fully understand Mother Moon. to understand why a nobody like me was spared.