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Kaira's Beginnings

Born in Feralas, Kaira grew up in a militant household. With her parents mostly involved with long hours in the Long Vigil, what time they had to spend with Kaira was usually put into rigorous training. This stretched from practicing swinging with wooden dummies to subduing enraged wildlife. The prior would be where her mother Alani takes the lead, considering her huntress status with the sentinels. The more nature-oriented lessons are picked up by her father Thorel. Although, he too became distant to the family as he'd turned to helping restoration through the men's countless sleeping efforts.
Growing up to become an introvert due to this lonely way of living, Kaira learned the lay of the land from a very early age. Gathering food and learning choices in which are healthy and dangerous by doing so due to the lack of parents consistently feeding her, she'd become completely self-reliant at the young age of 15. Shortly afterwards, she'd be allowed to tag along to her mother's watchtowers. Waiting until Alani's routines were completed before moving to the next. These moments in Kaira's childhood were the most prosper; regularly seeing her mother, practicing with off-duty sentinels and being around the ones she was primed and groomed for to join — the Sentinels. With Feralas being only partly covered by the Long Vigil, there were dangers aplenty in the forests that had to be taken care of. Although not traditionally accepted at this young age of 19, Kaira was frequently allowed to join these excursions. Yes, she'd get hurt; and yes, she's gained scars, but these young years are where a person learns most. Her mother saw to it that she kept going, debating with the other sentinels. These years were challenging for Kaira all the same, meeting obstacle upon obstacle with threats to overcome. Having spent so long on her own, conversations and other socialities with the sentinels were mostly restricted to exclusively her mother. She claimed victor past it all battle-scarred however. At age 100, her rite of passage had gained the attention of not only her huntress mother but as well the sentinels that Kaira'd fought alongside with. Swathed with markings of the serpent from eye to eye, she blinked once or twice and then took a proud stance. They celebrated thereafter, yet something slipped word of tongue amidst the commotion that caught Kaira's particular attention. "Serpent, huh? Have you heard about that other serpent that's performing like crazy? Valesong, I think?"
She'd come to remember that name further throughout her militant career, ultimately meeting it at the very final trials to becoming a sentinel. Due to positional requirements, Alani had to travel to an outpost in Ashenvale. Deciding to leave everything behind to travel with her mother, Kaira'd soon be sent to answer a call to arms after sighting of a Grimtotem war party down the southern border of Ashenvale. Among the collecting group of sentinels from the local area was one with green hair that approached Kaira individually. "Hey. Nightrend, right? Valesong."


Nadira's Beginnings

Raised by her mother, Nadira had exclusively her mother to rely on from a very young age. Bitten by a venomous spider, her druidic father fell to the creature's poison too quickly to be helped with household remedy. At the very young age of 10 it was when Nadira lost her father, experiencing death and what it entails very quickly — becoming familiar with it and how it slips the life away from one's eyes as she saw what happened to her father. This event hardened her resolve, turning her from a sociable elf to one favouring the quiet; her father's last words pleading her not to weep for him. She took that all too seriously, over time emotionally turning to stone. Although not showing sorrow or negative emotions, too were hidden the precious moments of joy when it was deserved. She became increasingly withdrawn, her mother teaching her how to hunt and handle a glaive as she was among the many ranks of the Sentinels. Her mother took Nadira out on many hunts, learning the survivalist skills and the lay of the land from a very young age. Eventually, she'd begin hunting by herself — it is then that she stumbled upon a dying nightsaber matriarch and her single cub, three dead cubs and a mangled grizzly bear laying closeby. The mother looked to Nadira with pleading eyes and shoved its last cub forth towards Nadira with the size of her large nose, brushing it forward. Awakened by this sense of compassion within the huntress, the young elf decidedly took care of the nightsaber cub from thereon. She ended up trading with the nightsaber, seeing to it that she is fed and looked after while the cub (named Shika) provided Nadira with opportunities of moving past her father's death in ways that she couldn't do her own. Past that, Nadira aspired to become a Sentinel like her mother, protecting the forest and its precious trees with as much vigor as she can muster.
Later, at the age of her trials, Nadira kept still and closed her eyes for the time it took for two emerald serpents to get painted across her eyesockets. Blinking in rapid succession when done, she looked to her mother before standing tall and proud; gradually starting to show a true maturing Kaldorei from hereon, unblemished by the early death of her father, set to fulfill her own potential. Due to the harsh conditions that she'd be put through from such a young age, word of mouth spread about her rite of passage, a pair of sentinels present at her rites loud in dialogue taking the attention of Nadira: "Serpent, huh? Have you heard about that other serpent prodigy in Feralas? Nightrend something?" Stood bemidst the commotion, she continued to focus the attention of her ears on the conversation, listening in on this supposed serpent's physical attributes and appearance for later recognition.
Sooner rather than later, she'd come to run into this particular individual when returning to her watchpost after another regular scouting day. She froze upon first noticing every bit of information the sentinels' conversation shared to be true. The colour of her hair, Nightrend's broad build and her overall imposing aura. Reports came through about a Grimtotem war party sighted further down the forests, urging many of these local sentinels to answer the call, including Nadira and Kaira. Nevertheless, the proud sentinel continued to step up to the newcomer and welcome her into the local area. "Hey. Nightrend, right? Valesong."


Shaking hands, they'd strike conversations of how they were the only serpents among the group, explaining to one another how they handle situations. Finding clear and exact similarities therein, they swiftly come to a agree about tagging up together. When arriving at the reported site, the scouts' reporting of disheveled ground up ahead is answered with a quick sprint, only to be lured into becoming surrounded by Grimtotem from behind various trees.
A horn sounded before several of these hulking behemoths charged into the group. Taller and more enduring than the sentinels, they swung strong and without constraint — beating many of the forest's protectors with simple rage. The sentinels worthy of fighting were either veterans or, in this particular case, Kaira and Nadira. Being true to those serpent-marked, Kaira and Nadira moved tactically and slower than the rest of the impulsive pack, effectively making them less of a target than the bulk of the sentinels. Upon first spotting the ambush, the two disperse themselves from the main crowd and pick their targets carefully, choosing fatigued Grimtotem that'd just finished a fight; making sure they don't draw the attention of bigger numbers. Kaira jabs her spear with precision, keeping them at bay and yet distracted at the same time that Nadira has to continuously flank them together with her saber. This tactic became their signature in combat. Even when facing multiple foes, Kaira effectively knows how to keep her opponents' blades busy while Nadira can deliver lethal strikes. Fights go on and brute strength and numbers overpowered many of the individual battles, the tauren wielding complete boulders attached to sticks to demolish the group of elves with. Tactical and deadly do the two mow through the tauren's numbers. Their bodies dislocated, broken and bruised eventually stood in victory over the last of the tauren. Where all the other sentinels fell, these two elves survived and were alone to tell the tale. This does not account for Shika though, Nadira's saber that battled through the fights with bruises and shattered bones. Another saber had survived the onslaught without her rider. Nadira recognized the saber for being Reyes, companion to Maharoka. Kaira went on to accept Reyes as her own considering she was still lacking her own saber, a gesture Nadira thanked her for.
They'd go on to return to the post, explaining the situation and sending the condolences out to the concerned families. Quite taken aback from what had happened, the two decided to gradually visit one another more often over the passing weeks. Deep conversations go on about how they process seeing what they'd seen. What days Kaira spent with her mother were instead spent with Nadira. Alani noticed this within no time and went on to engage Kaira about this, encouraging her to go for what she's doing. From thereon, Kaira tagged along to Nadira's routines and practices — refining their effectiveness over the coming centuries. They move in with one another over this time, becoming highly dependent on one another not only in combat, but as well in simple daily moments.


Aftermath of the Third War
Hearing word of the waging war between the orcs and humans, Kaira and Nadira answered the call as soon as it was rung. They were one of the first to sight the logging excavations ongoing at eastern Ashenvale. Nadira specifically widened her eyes like a doe struck by headlights, watching as memories are chopping down one after another with brutal swings of axes. Holding back until grouped with a bigger force, they were part of an initial sweep through two lumber mills.
The first was of orcish architecture, its peons and few grunts swiftly slain by the large opposing group of sentinels. In order to not become overwhelming, the group made their way further down south to repel a human establishment. With most of the workers fleeing, its guards refused to surrender the lumber mill. With word already spreading to the other human settlements, the sentinels made quick work of the guardsmen with swift and fatal strikes. Sabotaging the lumber mill thereafter, the group then retreated back to the central watch-post to avoid facing the brunt of the entire encampment.
They'd continue to plan these mission over time, delivering quick and destructive threats to the logging camps gathered around the borders of Ashenvale. Nadira suffered many lapses of anger over what she'd seen happen to her birthplace during this time. She in specific was decisive with every swing she brandished at orc and human alike, dismembering them over the ground that she grew up on. She fought with absolutely no remorse; the emotions rushing through her when swiping through blood becoming dull and, in some way, connecting to the Grimtotem trauma. She'd let her body do its work as the only thing she could clearly think about is what weak point her enemy exposed next. Kaira followed her to the tee, making sure to keep her next target busy with vulgar shouting and big, quick swings of the sharpened end of her spear. Particularly during one of these assaults, Nadira dragged a human's corpse atop the lumber mill's production line and toggled its saw on — destroying it after it's done its job, leaving the aftermath to be dealt with by the first to arrive at the scene. She performed the exact same ritual at the following orc mill, intent on sending a threat to the opposing forces.
At a given point, an enraged pack of furbolg around the forest's border came to the attention to the sentinels, driving them to arrive at their shattered homes in an attempt to quell their tantrum. Upon reaching the furbolg home however, the Kaldorei found the sizable tribe to have become corrupted, their fur ashen and their eyes filled with anger. The only thing they needed was a sudden outsider to turn them deranged. If not attacking elves, the furbolg turned on one another. This particular tribe being rather big in size, the sentinels broke their bones to triumph over the crazed tribe. Accounting for several casualties, this fight was iconic in one linear fashion — the duo stood last standing of the group, fending off the enraged furbolg for the sentinels to retreat with. The group couldn't stand to put an end to so many creatures closely attuned to the nature of the land, choosing to retreat from the ursine camp and head back to the central watchtower. Upon their way back to the central point however, the two run into the adversary responsible for the furbolg's corruption; a satyr with hair as red as crimson. Supposedly powerful enough to taint a tribe like that, the two approached the demon with sweated care. They knew that if they were to win this, they'd have to go for the quick victory. As a result, they swiftly moved in to overpower the satyr with pressure. Kaira immediately begins a flurry of violent jutting with her spear, reaching its full length while keeping the strength in her back-most hand to quickly retreat her pole-arm for its next attack; not fully committing to every stab. Contrastingly, Nadira went from wide swings to up-close cutting while making her way around the demon. It took her some time to reach the satyr during Kaira's distraction however, ending up with a blast of shadow straight into Kaira's chest. It knocked her back, providing the satyr with his complete attention now drawn to Nadira. He fended off her attacks and manages to land a number of wounds around her arms with his sharpened claws. Fatigued and concussed by the blast that just struck her, Kaira needed naught but a few moments to regather the strength in her arms. Although not fully consciously there, she knew she had to keep attention drawn to herself and shouted to the demonspawn, hefting her dazed body forward to continue her stabbing at the satyr's chest over and over; her actions slouched as if drunk. Although this left Kaira vulnerable to a series of deep cuts into her exposed skin by the satyr's shadow-tainted claws, she endured through the pain for the time that Nadira needed to recollect her strength and cleanly sever the demon's head straight from its neck. Their chests pumping with damaged breathing from the past fights, they make their final return to the watchpost. Tending to their bruises and other more heavily injured, it is there where they hear new instructions. The satyr threat can wait.


Battle of Hyjal
It was only when their new allies were announced that they quelled their lumbermill-centric assaults, continuing to condemn the orcs and humans alike in their own tongue and private chatter. As the battle of Mount Hyjal approaches, Nadira and Kaira become increasingly xenophobic of their newfound allies, expressing a clear negative attitude throughout the entire call for battle; from initially hearing the command up to arriving in Hyjal. Any attempt at conversation from anyone but fellow sentinels were met with a quick sneer, their noses drawn up into annoyance and spite, some mumble chatter frequently ongoing about the importance of nature and their defiance of it. Even when stood prepared and readied for the battle to come, what excusable nervousness is accompanied by this continued hate. For what battles to come, every opportunity laid out for the two to help any humans or orcs were left unanswered — this was caught by someone of a higher status. This would eventually lead them to be stripped of rank within the sentinels, out of direct order from Whisperwind.
Before long, the still bruised group of Kaldorei heard the first mention of warfare and the commotion of combat that rose over the horizon. That noise of battle between the undead and the opposing forces soon became overpowered by the bone-jarring destruction that the Legion wrought thereafer. Loud bangs, ear-deafening screeches and shouting bellowed from the sky as pain on the ear drums alone. With the first of the factional fortresses stormed through by Archimonde's forces, the next checkpoint to pass was Tyrande's outpost. Kaira and Nadira, traditionally acting as serpents, laid still and expecting around the outpost for hours on end, waiting for the battle to come to them — and that it did. The first sign of action was an infernal spawn hurtling into the mountainside with meteoric speed. Extending into its full strength afterwards, the primary group charges in on the large elemental. Before the pair could even react to the imposing threat, their eagle's nest was overrun by a swarm of felstalkers. Swift to gather themselves to their feet, the two completed their envigorating cry for battle and went on to swipe through the pack of feral demons like beasts themselves — their sabers in tune with their every move, having had centuries to perfect this craft. Although bitten and plagued by the creatures' attacks, they dip the bladed ends of their spears into the remaining of the pack. The two help eachother get back up to their feet and scan eachother once-over. They glance at their damage — the bruises from the furbolg, the addled wounds inflicted by the satyr sapping their stamina and now the fresh felbites singeing their skin. They each give one another a tired huff and glance to the battle ahead, returning to fight alongside the larger group fighting bigger spawns of nightmare. There was no room for thought with every second spent on focused attacks, making deliberate choices on which demon to swarm next with their and their sabers' collective attacks. The serpentine duo went unrivalled by opponents their own height, cutting through the spawned numbers battling shoulder-to-shoulder with their sisters. With their orders being to protect where Tyrande goes, sister upon sister start to fall defeated on the battlefield, the sheer number of demonspawn simply outnumbering the factions' own. The defending sentinels still fighting alongside the duo being blissfully unaware of Archimonde and his forces already having made it past their checkpoint and destroyed the last orcish stronghold. They were simply too distracted in playing their own part in the war, fending off and bringing the assaulting Legion down. Ultimately, when hearing and feeling the devastating blast surrounding the World Tree, they take a moment to consider what'd happened before finishing the fight. Although few remain, the duo were part of the battle-hardened survivors that punched through the war. Painted in blood and wounded with deep cuts and bruises gained anew from the warfare happened throughout the battle, the two eventually drop their weapons and clutch to their knees. Fatigued, traumatized and stuck in a body that does nothing but hurt — and will not change to do so for the coming weeks. A dislocated shoulder put back in place, fel-tainted wounds around the arms and fractured bones having needed a long time to heal.


Retirement
Shortly following the trauma-inducing battle and as soon as their most severe injuries were recovered from, the pair decided to shelter away from their broken civilization. Having been stripped from rank over being suspecting of damaging foreigners, Nadira and Kaira went on to live in isolation and peace; or so it was planned. Once time passes and matters are more or less settled, their bond blossoms into love within due time. The number of deep conversations about what happened during the war had them step back and remember one another what really matters most; each other. These following years were closely rivals to their very earliest years, spending time with one another day in-and out. The pair shelved their equipment, retreating to the comfort of a home for a long period. Over that time, the two did still openly talk about the events of the war; in particularity to the loss of forest and the traumatic battlefield moments. With nobody to contest their opinion with the recovering civilization's ways, the two go on to grow a deep resentment for outlanders and their little care for the land around them. After they make a full recovery from the wounds of war, the two eventually decide to unearth their old equipment and travel to the Eastern Kingdoms in pursuit of the fled Highborne and supposed human kingdom. Perhaps they could change their mind.