Post by Groax on May 23, 2009 0:06:12 GMT 1
The young elf sighed. She expected that a forest like Ashenvale wouldn’t get boring ‘till she would be at least few hundred years old. But sadly it didn’t seem to be so for Sindel Windfall. Not that she was hoping for anything bad to happen, but there could be something exciting happening a bit more often. Something more than a handful of lost furbolgs ending up in Astranaar to cause little panic. It had been a good while since Sindel had seen an actual member of the Horde roaming around in their forest. Most of them had been weak and had stood no chance against the Silverwing Sentinels. Only back when she was just a child, more fearsome Horde warriors had invaded Ashenvale.
Suddenly Sindel blinked, remembering that she was actually suppose to do something. Yawning slightly, she eyed around for any mageroyals she could pick up and bring home. She spotted one growing next to a tree quite quickly. As she started approaching the plant, she heard a cracking sound. Windfall quickly turned to look over her shoulder.
Not that far away, she saw a shadowy figure approaching her. As the large figure came out of the shadows, she gasped. A large tauren wielding two big blades on his back eyed around the forest. With each part of his gear looking more or less war like, Sindel slowly backed away while taking hold of two of her swords. As she took few more steps backwards, the tauren finally noticed her. Swallowing quietly, the elf stopped her movement, standing still with her swords held midair as she eyed the tauren. Both stared each other for a moment that felt like an eternity to her.
The tauren was the first one to move. As he did, Windfall took few sideway steps, tightening her grip of the swords. “By Elune...this is it now. My time to show that I can be one of the Sentinels...” she muttered to herself with a quiet voice. The tauren kept approaching as she also took a step forwards. “I’m not afraid of you, horde filth!” she yelled. “These blades have cut down more enemies of the elves than you can imagine, tauren!”. Despite her angry voice, the tauren didn’t seem to stop. “Did you hear me?!” she yelled again.”I’m serious, I won’t mind cutting you in half!”. Now she was able to see a change in the tauren’s neutral expression, though it only seemed like he would’ve sighed deeply. Considering it as a mocking of sorts, Sindel’s voice angered even more. “If you think you can just walk over me, you’re wrong! I will cut you and...” before she was able to finish, she saw the tauren stopping. Slowly he seemed to kneel next to the plant that she had spotted earlier. With his huge hand, the tauren ripped the mageroyal off the ground and slowly put it in his leathery bag that was hanging on his belt. Sindel Windfall was only able to stare at the tauren as he turned around, seemingly not paying anymore attention to her while walking away, soon fading back into the shadows.
“Oo, oo! Thar he iz now!” elder Bonkhron shouted, as he saw the tauren approaching. Groax nodded towards him and other members of the tribe who were sitting around the campfire. “I hope you didn’t forget anything.” one of the taurens said. “No, I didn’t...” Groax grunted, while throwing his filled bag on the ground. “Didn’ bonk annnyy elfies eitherrr, rite?!” Bonkhron added. “No, I didn’t...” Groax repeated, with some annyoance in his voice. As he hopped down of his bear, Grail opened the bag and examined all the ingredients, muttering. “Yes...yes, these are enough to make soup for all of us. It’ll be highlight of the meeting!”. With a forced smile, Groax sat down by the campfire, looking forward to enjoying the exciting soup with the annyoing noise caused by the windmill being one of the few sounds that broke the almost perfect silence. Closing his eyes for a moment, he pondered what exciting adventures would he get into during the next meeting...
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So yeah, wer'e a bunch of carebear hippies, that's what I mean!
Not really, I love our carebears <3 But I won't take any responsibility of Groax's opinions! Even if we aren't quite that peaceful yet at least.
Suddenly Sindel blinked, remembering that she was actually suppose to do something. Yawning slightly, she eyed around for any mageroyals she could pick up and bring home. She spotted one growing next to a tree quite quickly. As she started approaching the plant, she heard a cracking sound. Windfall quickly turned to look over her shoulder.
Not that far away, she saw a shadowy figure approaching her. As the large figure came out of the shadows, she gasped. A large tauren wielding two big blades on his back eyed around the forest. With each part of his gear looking more or less war like, Sindel slowly backed away while taking hold of two of her swords. As she took few more steps backwards, the tauren finally noticed her. Swallowing quietly, the elf stopped her movement, standing still with her swords held midair as she eyed the tauren. Both stared each other for a moment that felt like an eternity to her.
The tauren was the first one to move. As he did, Windfall took few sideway steps, tightening her grip of the swords. “By Elune...this is it now. My time to show that I can be one of the Sentinels...” she muttered to herself with a quiet voice. The tauren kept approaching as she also took a step forwards. “I’m not afraid of you, horde filth!” she yelled. “These blades have cut down more enemies of the elves than you can imagine, tauren!”. Despite her angry voice, the tauren didn’t seem to stop. “Did you hear me?!” she yelled again.”I’m serious, I won’t mind cutting you in half!”. Now she was able to see a change in the tauren’s neutral expression, though it only seemed like he would’ve sighed deeply. Considering it as a mocking of sorts, Sindel’s voice angered even more. “If you think you can just walk over me, you’re wrong! I will cut you and...” before she was able to finish, she saw the tauren stopping. Slowly he seemed to kneel next to the plant that she had spotted earlier. With his huge hand, the tauren ripped the mageroyal off the ground and slowly put it in his leathery bag that was hanging on his belt. Sindel Windfall was only able to stare at the tauren as he turned around, seemingly not paying anymore attention to her while walking away, soon fading back into the shadows.
“Oo, oo! Thar he iz now!” elder Bonkhron shouted, as he saw the tauren approaching. Groax nodded towards him and other members of the tribe who were sitting around the campfire. “I hope you didn’t forget anything.” one of the taurens said. “No, I didn’t...” Groax grunted, while throwing his filled bag on the ground. “Didn’ bonk annnyy elfies eitherrr, rite?!” Bonkhron added. “No, I didn’t...” Groax repeated, with some annyoance in his voice. As he hopped down of his bear, Grail opened the bag and examined all the ingredients, muttering. “Yes...yes, these are enough to make soup for all of us. It’ll be highlight of the meeting!”. With a forced smile, Groax sat down by the campfire, looking forward to enjoying the exciting soup with the annyoing noise caused by the windmill being one of the few sounds that broke the almost perfect silence. Closing his eyes for a moment, he pondered what exciting adventures would he get into during the next meeting...
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So yeah, wer'e a bunch of carebear hippies, that's what I mean!
Not really, I love our carebears <3 But I won't take any responsibility of Groax's opinions! Even if we aren't quite that peaceful yet at least.
