My hair is the hue of midnight, my name evokes the stars. I traverse the darkness without leaving a trace, an expert tracker. No prey can evade me forever. My bow and cat are an extension of my body. My fingers curl in his fur, and we are one. He hunts with me through hell and back, takes the blows so I can hurl fire down upon my foes. I am death, wielder of daggers, master of beasts, deceiver. I straddle chrome and dragon with equal ease. No longer shall they wreak havoc upon Azeroth. All without breaking a nail.