The dark-clad orc kneeled on the large tree stump on which he stood and squinted his eyes, staring into the deep Ashenvale woods. His companion, the large golden-hued feline beast, sat alertly next to him, its blue eyes crackling now and then with small blue cracklings of energy. She cannot have gotten far, the orcish hunter thought to himself. He could still see the scurrying of wildlife which had been stirred by the elven lady's hurried escape. The orc fidgeted with his long goatee and his eyes widened. He promptly jumped from the top of the giant tree stump, and his feline companion purred out of curiousity as it did the same, staying close to the orc. She has gotten far away. This should be a challenge.
The orcish hunter turned to the recently-arrived Warsong guards as they convened on his location at the western entrance to Warsong Lumber Camp. This camp had been home to Kallokain Farcrusher on many nights. He had served the Orcish Horde on many nights as a scout into the contested forest of Ashenvale. Tonight, it seemed, his skills would be needed again. The night elven lady, a suspected druid of the Cenarion Circle, had recently been captured while she was trying to sabotage the camp. Kallokain had been the one to capture her. He frequently worked out of the camp. By doing this, he ensured that he could work in the wild, while yet being able to maintain communications with other orcs from Orgrimmar should the need arise. Kallokain hated the crowdedness of cities, but understood their usefulness. He had been born in the wilds of Alterac after the Second War, and was never exposed much to civilization. He learned tough lessons of survival in the lands of Alterac while the land was fought for between the forces of Lordaeron, the Horde, and the Syndacite. The young Kallokain never witnessed much of any kind of stable civilization. Thus, even as an adult, he seemed more at ease away from the trappings of society. He understood beasts. Kingdoms come and go, but the wild remains. The desires and fears of beasts were primal, easy to understand. The politics of civilization were something he loathed. Such things brought forth excessive greed, and excessive greed brought forth bloated slothfulness, which thus frequently led to a quick death during times such as these.
A young Kallokain accompanied Thrall and his followers on their exodus to Kalimdor. His skills were vital in the creation of what is now known as Durotar, and its great city, Orgrimmar. After Orgrimmar's safety was ensured, Kallokain turned his attention to the Kaldorei and their ancestral land of Ashenvale. He joined the ranks of the Warsong. It was against the Night Elves in Ashenvale that Kallokain learned most of his combat prowess, eventually gaining the name Kallokain Farcrusher, He Who Slays From Afar. Wherever fate took him, Kallokain could never turn his back on his comrades in Ashenvale."The Cenarion elfling has escaped! Tell your leader to mobilize the scouts! I shall be on her trail!" Kallokain exclaimed to the guards as the approched him. Acknowledging his order with a barrage of zug-zugs, one hurried back to the main fortress while the others followed Kallokain to the edge of the camp as he followed his prey.
Kallokain stopped in his tracks, having noticed that his feline companion had stopped in front of him. He walked slowly to the beast, and kneeled, close enough to whisper "What is it, Ellitos?"The beast sniffed the undergrowth of the path, and growled, blue crackles of energy emitting from its eyes, nose, and mouth as it did. It motioned its nose to a small pool of red fluid on the dirt. Kallokain quickly took a black leather glove off, and touched the red fluid with his bare hand. He rubbed the fluid between his thumb and forefinger, then placed his hand to Ellitos's face. "It is her, Ellitos. This is her blood," he told the beast. Ellitos "hrmmmed" curiously, sniffed the fluid, and gently licked Kallokain's fingers, where the blood was. Ellitos has her scent, and her taste, Kallokain thought. This shall be a rather simple hunt.Ellitos was but one of a few beasts who ranked among the companions of Kallokain. All were unique, but Ellitos was special. Ellitos was one of the legendary offspring of Har'koa, the great feline Loa goddess of the Drakkari. Kallokain had rescued him from a group of God Hunters in death-ridden wilds of Zul'Drak. Ellitos was pure, free of the corruption that had ridden the land. Now, Kallokain and Ellitos walked as equals, both learning the foreign ways of the other.
Eädrielle wheezed as she knelt near the small stream. She tried her best to calm her panic-ridden thoughts, calling upon The Great Lady whom she placed all her faith in. "Elune! My Great Lady! Please preserve me!" she cried into the night. She knew that her captors be near, but desparation had somewhat overridden her sense of caution. "Please, Ancient Mother! Bring calm here! I cannot escape! I implore you! DO NOT ABANDON ME!" she cried, tears streaming from her glimmering eyes. Her strength was gone, her wounds too much to bear."Stop there. It seems that your Lohn'goron has come to an end," Kallokain loudly ordered in heavily-accented Darnassian.
Eädrielle stood quickly, the best she could, arms raised in panic. She saw the orc, his crossbow pointed at her, with the feline beast she'd seen before, blue crackles of energy emitting from its mouth as it roared. Fear gave way to defiance, and, her jaw clenched in anger, she cried in her own language, "WHY? I sense that you and I are alike. We both walk with beasts. I see the bond with you and your beast. Yet your people destroy the forests! Your Horde will be the death of all homes of the beasts! Why do you serve the Horde if you walk with beasts?"
Oddly enough, Kallokain replied in a heavily-accented Darnassian."Beasts need no protector. Do not appoint yourself as a guardian. If we must tear down your forests in order to make what we need, so be it."n"Us beasts, we take care of our own."The orc steadied his crossbow. His companion roared.The orc pulled the trigger.
"Elune... you have brought me... peace.... Take your daughter home."
