Character: Amuya Sturdyhoof<br/>Race: Tauren<br/>Age: About 22-23<br/><br/>Ache. Sheer unadulterated ache was what the huntress felt. It had been a long hard day of work, keeping the rookie of platoon in shape, the goblins had given her a bit of trouble today but nothing the threat of a swift punt couldn't fix. She had retreated to Dalaran, more specifically the dark side of the bright city. As always, the huntress moved with a confident stride, quite a sight to behold. She stood tall about 8'5", her fur well kept, white and mottled with black. Her mane was black as well, long and decorated with braids here and there that were adorned with feathers and bright beads that rustled and clacked as she moved. Her armor was well kept and dangerous looking, a medley of black and red spiked chainmail, a tabard of the Horde draped over her front. On her back was a large well kept axe, along with a shotgun, loaded and well oiled. At her side was a large black lioness, the creatures bright eyes glancing about here and there as she and her mistress descended into the familiar territory of the Underbelly.<br/><br/>Making her way to the tavern, she glanced to the cat and spoke lowly in the flowing language of the Tauren, dismissing her to go off and make her mischief in the city. The lioness purred and slunk off into the shadows, perhaps to go tease the goblins about the fighting pit. Sharp blue eyes glanced about, searching for a comfortable place to sit, idly taking note of the human male calling for his refill before she strode towards a table, her black and red trimmed cloak fluttering behind her as she went. She settled down with a low sigh, glancing to the flustered waitress.<br/><br/>"Ale. Strongest you've got. Two mugs." She handed over a few coins for payment and settled in the sturdy chair she'd secured with a low almost worn out sigh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>