Tyrande Whisperwind

Tyrande Whisperwind was the definition of night elven beauty. Her people dominated the ancient lands of Kalimdor for over 10,000 years now, and not one female was born to surpass her beauty ever since then. Yes, Queen Azshara was regarded to be so, but she managed to outplay her. Azshara had been swallowed by the sea and Tyrande stood triumphant by the end of the Shattering. And the few thousand Ancients and druids beside her, but she was the main figure of the war. She sparked the conflict that resulted in Azshara's downfall... and the loss of half the continent, but it was necessary.

Many say it was Tyrande's talent and dedication to the goddess Elune that made her the High Priestess of their religion, but it was her unearthly beauty that won her favour over the more experience and talented Maiev Shadowsong. Not that she would ever acknowledge that. Elune liked to be reperesented by pretty faces, even if they were crazy like Azshara used to be. And while Tyrande prided herself on her angelic look, she also loved bossing her inferiors around. And in a religious society, everyone was an inferior to the High Priestess of Elune. Well, not the human and dwarf allies from across the sea, but that little mistake would be corrected in the near future. Until then, they were adequate cannon fodders.

But first they had to deal with the Horde... Even the name of the faction made her skin crawl. Hoooorde. A bunch of savage barbarians, who invaded and conquered Middle-Kalimdor, desecrated their ancient ruins and chopped down half of their sacred forest. Archdruid Stormrage saw potential in the Horde after their temporary alliance against the demons, but Tyrande knew better. I mean, who was Furion Stormrage to decide such matters? Yes, her boyfriend for the last couple of thousands years, but that didn't give him the option to disagree with her. She was the High Priestess after all. What she said went.

And now they had the conflict locked down around the Gulches. The one the stupid orcs named after one of their tribes. Or was is clan? Whatever, savages. None of them could push the other from the forest. One day her people held the Gulch, the next the orcs did. It was a deadlock. She visited the Gulch a few times. Of course only when her people held it. Who would want to walk around with orc filth falling from the skies? Yes, she did that when it was necessary, but those days were well behind her. She was an important leader, with important leading stuff to handle. She had no time fighting battles over a rocky Gulch. She was above that.

The peaceful part of the forest was much more to her liking. The part untouched by the Horde. Ashenvale was an enourmous forest, covering most of Northern Kailmdor. The orcs pushed in, but the night elves still held most of it. Of course the northern parts were heavily corrupted by the demonic invasion, and her stupid boyfriend managed to level Mount Hyjal in the last war, but much of the forest was still calm and peaceful. For her to enjoy. Actually, that was what she was planning to do on this early morning as well. She found herself a secluded spot along a clear pond. Most of her people enjoyed the bigger lakes of Moonglade or the shores along the capital, but she preferred solitude. Too far behind the frontlines for the warriors to reach, but too close for the civilians to visit. It was perfect for what she had in mind. A beauty swim in the crystal clear waters of the pond. It used to be a moonwell with magical powers of Elune, but the little pond swallowed it a while ago. Ever since then, the waters retained some of the healing powers of the moonwell. Animals used to visit the pond when they got themselves injured. But it was also an excellent way to make her skin nice and smooth. Not that it needed it, but it couldn't hurt either. Elune knew how to treat a lady. They had a mutual understanding of what was important. She took a look at the crystal clear waters glinting in the early rays of the morning, and began disrobing.