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Several days later, Ryo lay in a hammock aboard a boat as it swayed and kicked in the rough, choppy seas. The gentle and steady breeze that had filled the sails and given her an evening of comfort had turned into a gale that threatened to capsize the merchant vessel. All hands were at their stations while the few passengers and remaining crew were confined to their bunks. A loud splintering and cracking accompanied by sudden shouts of warning had Ryo looking up, her ears perked. The sudden pouring of water from deck hatch preceded the appearance of a tall, robust figure clamoring halfway down stairwell. He was lit momentarily by a shock of li

I’m dying… I’m going to die… Ryo leaned with both paws resting on the sink, fingers digging into the edge of the wooden countertop. She stared into the reflection of her grey-green eyes, her lip curled into a snarl and her teeth clenched as she rode another ripple of pain coursing down her right arm. Even naked in the coolness of the inn’s room, her fur glistened with her sweat. The fever had set upon her in the early morning hours, pulling her from one fitful dream into this waking nightmare of pain and misery. Her stomach rolled… Not like this… A few minutes later she rested her forehead on the rim

Adventure, betrayal, death of a loved one, and fleeing from bounty hunters. Sounds like a story, doesn't it? Ryo's adventure began when an Alliance airship crashed into the side of Shen-zin Su, the island-sized sea turtle upon which a thriving society of wayfaring pandaren lived. Shen-zin Su's wounds were such that, if not treated, the great turtle would die and take the pandaren village with him. Ryo and her beloved husband, Jiro, rushed to help alongside many others from their village. Aided by healers from the Alliance and Horde prisoners who had been on the airship, Shen-zin Su was saved. Afterward, the members of the Horde and the Allia