I’m not an author, nor do I aspire to be one. But I wrote some fan-fiction.
Which is a tad ironic, as I don’t really read that much WoW (or any) fan-fic. But I thought it would be fun to write out a little story about a new pet my hunter recently tamed. All I wanted something a little more interesting than saying, “Hey, look what I have!” /screenshot
So I started writing.
And then I kept writing.
And then wrote some more.
So yeah, it’s a lot longer than I had intended and I’m not even sure if it’s any good. I’m also not sure if I care.
But it’s after the cut if you wish to read it.
(Don’t worry, there is still a screenshot – and it even works into the “story”!)
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Yesterday, he loved this place.
After what seemed like an eternity making deals and helping out with the Goblins of Tanaris, this land presented itself as a wonderful contrast. Instead of the dry, drab, and emptiness of the desert, this place teemed with life. Amongst the towering trees there was a plethora of wildlife – from scores of large raptors, or ravasaurs, to walking flowers. Quite dangerous in their own right, but it was a nice change from those unbelievably stupid ogres that infested the ruins in Tanaris.
But that was yesterday. Today, he hated the Un’Goro Crater.
For today he lost one of his closest friends.
Voriel was a Springpaw Lynx that had been with him ever since he escaped the confines of Silvermoon City. When he was first learning his skills as a hunter in Eversong Woods, she would help keep him safe. And when he was honing those skills in the Arathi Highlands, she remained his stalwart protector. Voriel, ever loyal, stayed by his side while traveling through the scorching heat and unbearably hot sands of Tanaris. They were inseparable, their bond unbreakable. Todays events proved that.
Despite rumours of some Alliance activity in the area, he and Voriel traversed deeper into the Un’Goro Crater than they had before.
This is because he had agreed to help perform some research for his Tauren friends while he was in Thunder Bluff getting some additional hunter training. Contrary to what their imposing size might suggest, the Tauren were a kind, warm people and he had grown quite fond of them. As such, he was more than happy to help them collect some samples of the soil from the crater.
Not wanting to disturb the land any more than necessary, he searched for any exposed soil that would be viable for the research. Of course, knowing that there might be Alliance nearby, he kept an eye out for any hints of humanoid movement – one of the many skills he had picked up in his travels. There was no evidence of Alliance, so he remained at ease while he sent Voriel to find any more exposed soil.
Although the humidity was staggering, the search for good samples was proving to be quite fruitful. The thought of how pleased his Tauren friends would be excited him. Unfortunately, this excitement distracted him to the point that he didn’t notice the light rumbling of the ground. No, it wasn’t until he heard the deafening roar behind him did he realize his mistake.
He turned to face the creature that made such a dreadful noise. As he gazed upon the most fearsome beast he had ever seen, he struggled to shake off the shock and fear . Was it a ravasaur? It looked similar, with scale skin, long body and tail, and seemingly useless, little arms. No, no…it couldn’t be. It was far too large for that. He shook his head to clear his thoughts because it didn’t matter what it was. It just mattered that it was huge. And angry. He cursed the rumours about the Alliance, for he let his guard down for all the other things that lived in this crater.
Finally, he collected himself and drew his bow. In the process, he shouted out for his friend, Voriel. She was nowhere to be seen, but she knew to stay close enough so he could be heard. He launched an arrow at the beast and hit where he figured would be the shoulder. The arrow barely penetrated the natural armour of his new-found enemy. The creature roared, more annoyed than injured. He aimed again for its face, but the arrow got flicked away by the monster’s snout. It was then he knew that he was outmatched, particularly without Voriel. His voice strained as he called out for her again.
Knowing that running would only result in death, he grabbed another arrow and aimed for the throat. The beast was unable to deflect this shot, but the movement prevented it from being fatal. Indeed, rather than killing the animal, he managed to only make it more angry. Enraged, the reptile charged. Unable to react fast enough, he was struck in the chest by the snout and sent flying back. He landed hard and was losing consciousness quickly. But not before he heard the familiar growl of his longtime companion and a pained shriek from his gigantic assailant.
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He was jolted awake by the spatter of water on his face. His quick movement made him grimace in pain – he hurt all over. He noticed he was still at the same spot where he had been rendered unconscious. Gaining his senses, he looked around for both the creature and Voriel. He tried to call out for his friend, but the impact to his chest made it difficult to breathe, let alone shout. Again, he was hit by more drops of water. In no time, the intermittent drops turned into a downpour.
He mustered the strength to get up as he had to find both his friend and some shelter from the rain. Going back to where he last saw the reptilian monster, he tried to find any sign of a trail. Tracks, blood, anything…but the storm was washing it all away. Looking up, he noticed some broken foliage. Instantly, he moved as quickly as he could in that direction, driven mostly by hope that Voriel would be there, somewhere.
Much to the hunter’s dismay, he did find Voriel, but not in the way he had wanted. No, his hope had blinded him from what he knew to be true. He had found her the same way he would have been left had Voriel not saved him. She was broken and beaten, clearly left for dead by the beast that they had faced earlier. He kneeled down beside her and gently touched her face. Her fur remained soft, even with the rain. However, the rain did manage to hide the tears that now ran down his face. As her final pledge of loyalty and friendship, Voriel made the ultimate sacrifice for her hunter companion.
Along with the soil he had previously collected, he gathered what he could to bury his friend in a make-shift grave. He knew she deserved better, but he also knew she would understand. She had wanted him to live, and that wouldn’t happen if he didn’t manage to find shelter. It was imperative to find something relatively close, as he didn’t have the energy to make it to Marshall’s Refuge. He found the cliff wall of the Un’Goro Crater with relative ease and headed in the direction that would eventually get him to the outpost. This time he was only driven by the fact that Voriel would want him to persevere.
Drenched and exhausted, he finally did happen upon an opening in the rocks and let out a relieved sigh. The Un’Goro humidity seemed like a nice change from the desert before, but now it felt like a burden. Out of the rain, the hunter wished for rest and headed to the back of the cave where it would be driest and coolest. Losing a friend and being beat upon by both the wildlife and rain had taken its toll. So much, in fact, that the only thing that mattered to the hunter right now was getting some sleep. He removed and laid out his wet clothes to dry and then found the most apt place to lay down, paying no heed to the telltale signs that someone – or something – may call this place home. As the tiredness took over his body, he did his best to not think about the loss of Voriel.
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He was awoken when he heard some shuffling and some grunting. He cursed his exhaustion and letting his guard down. When his eyesight cleared, he found himself surrounded by a troop of mildly annoyed gorillas. Although not nearly as huge as the reptile from the day before, if he didn’t act appropriately, they could be just at fatal. He had witnessed their power and intelligence during his travels in Stranglethorn Vale, although the ones there were brown. The ones that stood around him were a charcoal gray. Unfortunately, he had already made one wrong move by invading their home uninvited.
Thankfully, they hadn’t seen him as a threat and thus had not killed him immediately when they found him. This meant he had a chance of leaving the cave alive, let alone in one piece. The primates moved and grunted with a bit more excitement as the hunter got up to collect his clothes. He cautiously watched the apes as he dressed himself in slow, deliberate movements. His injuries still ached, but the rest did him some good. Thinking that by showing no fear he might earn their respect, he stood at full height and looked at each one in the face. He thought wrong. This action seemed to offend the gorillas, as they started grunting and shouting loudly. Some pounded their chests or the ground. A couple of the gorillas readied themselves to attack.
That’s when the cave filled with a bellow that startled even the gorillas surrounding the hunter. It was clearly another gorilla, and judging by the reaction of the troop, it was a gorilla to be feared. The crowd shuffled to allow some room for the new ape to inspect the intruder. The new gorilla wasn’t much bigger than the rest of them, but it was clearly different. It stood out like a sore thumb standing amongst the rest because it was stark white with a blue face.
Learning from his earlier mistake, the hunter looked towards the ground as the white gorilla approached him. It grunted at him, causing him to flinch, but he forced himself to make no further movements. It grunted again, this time grabbing him firmly by the face and forcing him to be face to face with the animal. This ape was different not just in colour, but it was more intelligent as well. It was like he looked right into the hunter’s soul. It could sense the hunters fears, sorrow, and exhaustion experienced in the last short while. At the same time, looking into the gorilla’s eyes seemed to put him at ease and it looked sympathetic. It was almost reassuring him, letting him know that he will be okay.
The white gorilla moved his massive hand from the hunter’s face to the small of his back. It grunted to the others, who looked rather displeased, but they complied anyway. With a gentle push, the white gorilla ushered him to leave the cave. Passing though the troop was nothing short of uncomfortable as some would grunt or even bear their teeth as he went by. But while the white gorilla was there, they dare not touch him. With the mouth of the cave in sight, the hunter picked up his pace and he felt no urge to look back.
Once he was outside the cave, the hunter got his bearings and started to head directly to Marshall’s Refuge. With the rain stopped and the sun shining in between the trees, Un’Goro almost seemed beautiful and intriguing again. Almost. This place had claimed the life of his closest and most loyal friend. This place has taught him some of his most difficult lessons in such a short period of time. As such, he would be happy to seek out an adventure somewhere else. Somewhere far from here. Even if he had to do it alone.
The hunter saw in the distance the tar pits that were just at the bottom of the hill that led to the outpost. His urge to leave grew stronger as he came closer to his destination. As he walked up the hill, he watched a Dwarf cursing at a bunch of Bloodpetal pests. The Dwarf took notice of the hunter and started to speak while gesturing to something behind the hunter, “Got yerself a new friend, do ya?” Confused, he turned around to see what was there.
It was the same white gorilla that had helped him in the cave.
It seems he would not have to continue on alone.
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He had experienced the heat and dryness of the desert. He had experienced the heat and wetness of the jungle. He had enough of both and longed for somewhere cooler.
Having spent enough time with the Goblins in Tanaris, the hunter overheard a thing or two. He had a good idea where he and his new friend could go…