Satyrs. They're notorious pranksters associated with the Naga clan. This satyr's sided with none, however.

Anr'keth is a periwinkle colored satyr with mismatched eyes. The one on the left is silver while the one on the right is rich purple, like the color of the Alpha's fur. The satyrs of his clan were wiped out either by the Elves from the past or the orcs from the North. Left alone, he trained himself to never trust strangers and fight to survive. His only meal would be boar's meat or roasted bird, if he can cook the beastly fowls properly while trying hard not to burn the meat too far. He was all alone to himself, wielding broken weapons, some supplies looted from Human camps and his father's cloak, the only thing to remind him of his bloodline. Until he met Rexxar.

Because of him, the eight year old satyr kid started to learn many things. At first, he still doesn't trust Rexxar until he discovered his reasons that he continues to teach him. Resolving his resolutions to himself, he fought along with Rexxar and even travel with him and Misha, his bear companion.

Anr'keth bid farewell to Rexxar after the last battle against Proudmoore's army and travelled all the way to where Shan'do Stormrage retired. Declaring that he'll side with the Night Elves instead of causing trouble to them, Shan'do found great potential for the satyr and granted him his blessing to be part of the elves, hence the strange mark on Anr'Keth's left eye. It symbolizes his freedom of choosing sides, except the Undead.

When Anr'Keth's not at a batyle against the Undead, you would find him hiding at the forest near my mansion. The small jewels on his knuckles were from Tyrande, the Priestess of the Moon. These allow him to travel different forests during moonlit hours, where he guards the will-o- wisps from each tree. The Fairy Dragons are part of his small army.