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- Fantasy ANYTHING, magical/medieval fantasy, modern fantasy, future fantasy, high fantasy (mages and magic) sci-fi, horror, Flowing Romance (no love at first sight and nothing fluffy), vampires, werewolves, space odyssey, epic quest, adventure, combat, action, HUMOR <3, Anthro, World of Warcraft. Non-Human races.
The ancient forest seemed to be on edge, the wind rustling the green and purple leaves restlessly. Even the shafts of light coming down between the massive tall trees was fleeting. More so than normal in this Night Elven forest, the limited light seemingly foreboding. Not that this was unusual in a forest like this. Trees taller than any building in Orgrimmar and trunks that surpassed even the girth of the fattest kodo. Lush vegetation seemed to cover the land evenly, even as the dirt road cut a winding path through it. The air was thick with the hint of smoke and death. Visually you'd never know the elements and spirits cried out from the blood shed. But the scent was only detectable because of the druid's sensitive nose. Cat like yellow eyes scanned the green but colorful forest. The tauren doe's ears perking to the slightest sound heard over the raucous rabble of the pair of squatty goblins she was to escort.
She sniffed the air deeper, her bovine nose twitching at the smell from the west in front of her. The wind blew through her burgundy fur, tossing the locks of dark auburn curly mane from her eyes. Revealing a deep scar down the right side of her face. A scar that matched with her broken horn and notched ears. Being a smaller tauren she had a smaller more delicate head. But her short body was stocky and strong, looking to be a young adult in age. The black faded leather armor she wore covered her enough that one might be fool enough to assume she was a traveler. The only extra armor she wore were a pair of leather bracers that covered her white and burgundy patched arms. She narrowed her eyes on the goblins as they laughed exceptionally loud.
The brown wolf she rode seemed to share her feelings at the moment and growled as he trotted after the kodo driven caravan. "You need to be a little more quiet." She barked in a young voice. The two goblins sitting at the head of the carriage tossed their hands flippantly at her. "And you need to loosen up, toots." One with a black pony tail said, trying to sound suave and dashing. This made the tauren sneer. The sneer only gained strength as the other laughed. "Yea got nothing to worry bout anyways. Hear Garrosh's little army took Silverwind Refuge." The blonde headed goblin said most cockily as he laid the map in his lap as he spoke. "Yea big victory for da Horde. What ev's. Long as we get to Zoram'Gar Outpost with out incident I'll be happy." The dark haired one replied. The tauren grumbled and sighed as she shook her head.
"Hey Zap." The blonde said as he looked to his dark pony tailed business partner. "Wha'cha got Zep?" The blonde haired Zep moved the map other to show it to his partner. "We can totally cut time off if we cut through here." The tauren didn't like the sound of a 'short cut' as goblins tended to have a poor sense of direction. Meaning their 'short cuts' always led to more danger. "Let me see." She demanded. "No way Lostpaw. Your gonna say 'no way! It's too dangerous!" He mocked in a whiney voice. But she'd seen where he was pointing before he tried to hide it from her. "What you can't be serious? Do you want to die? You want to hug Astrannar Lake right next to the Night Elven stronghold? No. We stay on the path I chose!"
"See! Told ya you'd say that. Look toots. Your our body guard. Not our guide. Look! It's the shortest route!" Zap said as he held up the map in front of both him and his companion as he tried to show her the route they wanted to take. A sudden silence took over them both as an elven arrow slammed the space between them, cutting a hole through the map. Both gasped as they looked at the arrow then one another. "Holy crap!" Zep said as he shot his head towards the lion like snarl that sounded beside him. "She ditched us man! I'm outta here!" Zap said as the wolf stood on edge with out his tauren rider. Both goblins darted into the back of the caravan, trembling as they listened to the silence of the forest.
Upon seeing the arrow Lostpaw wasted no more time. She shifted quickly into a sizable lion with burgundy fur and white patchy fur and a dark auburn mane. Her tauren horns still present in this form, even the broken horn. Her padded paws moved quickly and silently as she vanished in plain sight. In this form her sense of smell was far better, telling her there was more than just the one archer that fired the arrow. Five more to be exact, from the different smells she was getting. Silently she crept closer as she spied her Alliance enemies. Two humans and three night elves whom were clearly not a hunting party, but a well armed band. Had she met her match? Possibly. By all reason she needed to avoid this conflict. Getting the goblins to Zoram'Gar Outpost was her priority as well as the urgent letters she carried on her person. But she never listened to reason.
Silently she stalked towards the party as they now moved quickly to over whelm the caravan, circling around till she came behind. With a mighty leap a roar erupted from her as she became visible again, clamping her jaws down on the night elf rider that fell behind. Their saber steed roared in shock and darted away from it's fallen rider and the druid that pinned him to the ground. Lostpaw was savage in her attack as she killed the unlucky man, the others turning back in surprise. They shouted in a tongue she didn't understand but it was clear they aimed to avenge their comrade. Lostpaw drew them away from the caravan, away from her idiotic charges. An arrow cut into her side but she didn't react to the pain or blood. Instead she whirled around, shifting into a great burgundy bear as she stood up and roared. Her wide paws dug into the ground as she charged the group, slamming her massive body into one of the men and knocking them to the ground. Even as arrows cut into her shoulder she still attacked the human on the ground. His plate gauntlet punched her and gave him enough time to grab his great sword.
Lostpaw decided to quickly change tactics as the two archers were hitting her hard and fast. She charged again this time aiming for an archer. She managed to knock them to the ground but the others were quickly taking their toll on her. She'd be able to kill at least one more but she'd die during the fight. Was this it? She briefly wondered, if this was the epic battle that wound honor her memory. To die in combat like this was a great honor but she regretted that she might not ever know her past.
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