Harrowheart laughs at 'aliens' and softly corrects, "Draenei. They are aliens, but they're called Draenei. And heck, there's loads of races on my world. All the different types of elves and all the strange things they turned into, like naga and satyrs. There's the short races like dwarves and gnomes, goblins... There's..."
He glances at his sister, but just as Anna opens her mouth he blurts out, "FORSAKEN. They're the bad kinda free-willed undead. They got yellow eyes and they don't do nothin' but badness."
"They're part of the Horde," Anna clarifies. "The faction opposite the Alliance, which the humans are part of. The Horde has trolls–" and she quickly raises her voice before her brother can say anything, "Which Harrowheart hates! We know." He looks put out and crosses his arms as she continues. "And some of the beastfolk. Like the tauren – cow folks. The Alliance and the Horde both have pandaren, a type of bearfolk."
"There are tons of beastfolk on Azeroth," Harrowheart clarifies with a nod. "Most of 'em don't live with the factions, they're out on their own with their own kind. But the Alliance has one kinda beastfolk: The worgen. People who're cursed by the wolf god Goldrinn, they can turn into wolf-men or take a human form at will."
Anna looks up at her brother with an unspoken yet tangible expectation. He returns her look with thought and uncertainty, his lips shifting left and right as he mulls over his options here. Finally he nods.
"I'm a worgen," Harrowheart says. Just gonna lay that little factoid out there.
Anna, bright-eyed, eagerly says, "The whole family's thinking about becoming worgen! We really don't see the downside. Honestly, I think it'll be fun. Kind of adventurous, you know? And we'll all be so strong. Farm work will be so much easier in worgen form."
Has she met a shapeshifter?... http://imgur.com/a/wn9nz
He glances at his sister, but just as Anna opens her mouth he blurts out, "FORSAKEN. They're the bad kinda free-willed undead. They got yellow eyes and they don't do nothin' but badness."
"They're part of the Horde," Anna clarifies. "The faction opposite the Alliance, which the humans are part of. The Horde has trolls–" and she quickly raises her voice before her brother can say anything, "Which Harrowheart hates! We know." He looks put out and crosses his arms as she continues. "And some of the beastfolk. Like the tauren – cow folks. The Alliance and the Horde both have pandaren, a type of bearfolk."
"There are tons of beastfolk on Azeroth," Harrowheart clarifies with a nod. "Most of 'em don't live with the factions, they're out on their own with their own kind. But the Alliance has one kinda beastfolk: The worgen. People who're cursed by the wolf god Goldrinn, they can turn into wolf-men or take a human form at will."
Anna looks up at her brother with an unspoken yet tangible expectation. He returns her look with thought and uncertainty, his lips shifting left and right as he mulls over his options here. Finally he nods.
"I'm a worgen," Harrowheart says. Just gonna lay that little factoid out there.
Anna, bright-eyed, eagerly says, "The whole family's thinking about becoming worgen! We really don't see the downside. Honestly, I think it'll be fun. Kind of adventurous, you know? And we'll all be so strong. Farm work will be so much easier in worgen form."