The White Tiger , Xuen watched many fighters face his tests of but few had surprised him. Most wore their hatred as a faction’s pride. It was the few who did not that surprised him the most. Most of the Alliance members he had seen had never balked at their hatred. They smiled at the chance to beat down the one who bombed their cities out of existence. Taking the face of Garrosh Hellscream.
It was the Horde who always surprised him. Many put the face of their hatred as the father of the human boy who stood their tirelessly watching the trials with the Sunwalker Drezco. Their hatred for the Alliance in the form of its king, Varian Wyrnn. But others had different hatreds. A small goblin whose hatred manifested as the aspect of death itself came to mind.
Now a image most puzzling stood before Xuen.
“What form is this?” He asked looking to Drezco and Anduin. He looked back to the fight. A Tauren Paladin stood their before what had been a sha that took the form of him in his violence and anger. But now the Sha had grown into this twisted form that borrowed from The Yaungol.
“Your hatred is for yourself! I am you! I will kill you and wear your hide! I will be you!” The sha’s voice cruelly chimed out as it hammered down upon the Tauren.
The fight when on and on as the paladin parried and blocked every attack the Sha made. “Yes. I hate the fact you are my darkness. You represent that which is my blood. I deny you valid purpose as I am no Grimtotem. I am not my father’s son. I am Orberon Dawntreader. Child of the Taunka and Tauren. I carry on with the Sun as my ally to strike down those who seek to destroy others. “ The paladin finally said as he countered on last time and stabbed the sha with his blade. “I have the blood of Grimtotem but it does not rule my destiny.”
Orberon looked at the dissipating sha and sighed. “I am my own being.”