Post by Patty
((Part one can be found
here. Hope you enjoy, and I'm awaiting your feedback.))
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Shala and Kyrael jumped, frightened. Naia’s screams soon turned to giggles of delight as the panther playfully licked her face. Shala almost erupted with anger “Do you know how worried we were?” She yelled.
“Oops, I must have forgotten to tell you, Darkclaw here has been following us the whole time.” Giggled Naia playfully, patting the panther’s head. He reciprocated, leaning towards the Night Elf and purring smoothly. “Nice job” She whispered in the cat’s ear.
“Well, next time, tell us! We thought you were attacked.” Sighed Kyrael, lowering his weapon.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Ky. Really,
very sorry. Can I make it up to you?” She replied flirtatiously.
“Yes. Go collect some more wood for this fire.” He said sternly. Naia sighed, and stormed off. Darkclaw looked at Kyrael wide-eyed, and rushed towards his mistress.
“I really do hate it when she does that.” Said Kyrael, turning to a scowling Shala.
“I know. She could have been being mutilated for all we know!” Said the Druid, rolling her eyes.
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Naia and Darkclaw walked through the forests, looking for spare wood, mumbling to herself about how “Shala was a horrid person” And had “Stolen Ky from her.” Darkclaw brushed towards her reassuringly.
They heard the sound of footsteps, hacking axes, falling trees.
“
Excellent…” She thought, running back to the others with a smirk on her face, Darkclaw in tow.
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“Son, here we are. The Warsong lumber camp.” Spat Drakthog, dismounting his wolf which was retreating from the camp.
“Father, can you hear it? It’s so…loud.” Asked Tal’ruk, placing his hands over his ears.
“We will make a great Shaman of you yet, son. That is the Earth spirit, calling for healing. It screams for the pain that the Warsong have inflicted upon it.” Replied the Older Orc.
“Okay, so we are going in, and asking them to stop on behalf of the spirits, right?” Asked Tal’ruk again, facing his father.
“We will try that. If not…The Spirits will unleash their fury upon these war-mongering fools.” Sighed Drakthog.
They walked on foot, treading carefully as not to harm the Earth any more than it had been. The Shamans heard whispers
“Help us…” They cried, before being blown away by the wind. Tal’ruk nodded, and Drakthog pulled a hood over his eyes, bowing his head. They approached a guard wearing the Warsong colours.
“Grunt, where is your leader?” Asked Drakthog.
“Who’s asking?” Sneered a female Orc, with narrow eyes and a vile demeanour.
“We are.” Replied Tal’ruk.
“And…who are you?” She asked, cackling lightly at the younger Orc.
“We are here, on business from the Warchief, Thrall.” Lied Drakthog. Tal’ruk’s eyes widened.
“He is south west of here, not too long on wolf back.” She replied, lowering her axe.
“Thank you. Let us go, son.” He replied, walking off. After walking out of Warsong lands, the two shamans called their mounts. Drakthog petted his wolf, Earthclaw. Tal’ruk mounted his younger wolf, called Firebite. They rode into the Night, heading south west.
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Naia sprinted back, with a shocked look on her face.
“What is it, are you hurt?” Asked Kyrael.
“No, Warsong. They are….nearby.” She panted, looking at Shala.
Shala’s hatred swelled, she grabbed her staff and stood up. “Where?” She asked, ready to fight.
Naia felt smug, her plan was going perfectly. “To the East, I can guide you there.” She gestured eastwards.
“No. Shala, I won’t let you do this!” Exclaimed Kyrael, placing his hand on his head,
“She will be alright, me and Darkclaw can help her out.” Responded Naia.
“Indeed. It’s time for revenge.” Said the druid, clenching her fist.
“But, you don’t even know how -” Kyrael was cut off by the sound of running feet.
“Oh, brilliant…” Thought Kyrael.
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They reached the Warsong encampment, and Shala leaned behind a tree, near a peon who was hacking down an Oak tree nearby. Naia looked at her, bow in hand, and nodded.
Shala ran forth, firing nature’s wrath at the Peon, instantly killing him. Darkclaw was about to charge into the fray, but Naia pulled him back, shaking her head.
Shala looked back, Naia waved at her before walking back, further into the forest.
“No…” She thought, fighting off a Warsong guard with her staff. As she turned around to fight another, she was struck by a heavy weapon in the head. She fell to the ground slowly, before hitting it with a loud thud.