In Dalaran there lived a draenei hunter by the name of Psystar had many fair beasts whom spent most of there time in the stables, these are the tales of how they spend their time.
Episode1: Bird's eye view
Loki as his name demanded was ever a tricky raven he spent most of his days with his Mistress, though most recently he had been replaced by an eagle by the name of Ethon. Those eagles always thought they were better than everyone else but, enough of his purposeless hatred of his bird co-worker he'd deal with him later. The stable hand was asleep again and it was time to have fun, though he would be sure to let out Tyr first Loki may be ready to dive in front of the Mistress but, he would always bring big Tyr for his forays off into the wild. Loki pecked on one of the post of Tyr's pen, Tyr looked up at Loki his raptor eyes half lidded from the nap the raven had disturbed. What do you want Loki I was having the most wonderful dream about chasing a felboar I almost had him to, Tyr's reptilian features curved downward into a scowl. Come on Tyr the stable hands sleeping lets go see what we can stir up.
The two pets walked down the street heading for the portal to StormWind it being the first step to getting off the floating rock that is Dalaran or well at least a floating precious gem as it is Dalaran after all. The raptor had around his neck a satchel that had a spare hearth stone where their Mistress had gotten it they did not know, the stone would take them back before they were truly missed. They reached the portal, the mage standing near it was about to stop the two pets but, thought better of it when Tyr roared and Loki squawked dangerously daring him to do something. The two stepped through the portal reappearing in the mage tower in StormWind.
Loki flew through the door way out of the tower, Tyr following behind him. Loki landed on Tyr's back, happy to let the raptor do all the work as it was easier for the beast to walk it took far more energy for Loki to fly all over the place, he remembered how the Mistress would let him perch on her hand and how she would tell him he was a good boy after feeding him a bit of mouse and stroking his crest gently. Loki was broken from his daydream by Tyr stopping suddenly they had to his surprise made it to Strangle Thorn then remembered that aside from anything that could fly Tyr was the fastest of the pets even beating both Sasha and Ash in a foot race they had at one point. It was in fact quite a race, Indrid had marked the path with dust from his wings, such a race it was that Marlu had set up baskets and jars and took people down with bets on who would win, they had made the Mistress a pretty copper that day. Loki was again brought back by Tyr who let out a snarl. Loki turned to look at what made Tyr so angry standing there before them was a bloodelf hunter eying the two of them in a creepy way.
The elf began to say something to them and pulled out some meat, oh boy did that meat look tasty Loki hopped off of Tyr's back and walked over to the elf offering free food. As he edged closer to the elf he noticed that Tyr didn't move he just glared at the man never even taking his eyes off him for a second. His mind then flashed back to when he first met the Mistress he had been hungry not like he was now but, more so and cold both physically and some how he felt he had been cold deep down some where deep inside him he believed that Indrid the wise and knowledgeable moth whom had been the first of the Mistress's pets, he believe he called it a soul. He thought back further and could clearly remembered when he met her she to gave him food except the look in her eyes wasn't like this elf her eyes were...kind...not like this elf his eyes seemed sadistic somehow. Then it came to him the Mistress offered him food she offered all the pets food and she had a funny looking stick too it had magic in it, Loki suddenly felt cold, did this man have one too? Loki looked at the mans other hand and sure enough he too had the magic stick.
Loki squawked with rage he flapped his wings launching him off the ground and right into the bloodelf's face, who managed to cover it with his hands. The man swatted at the bird but sadly for him there really isn't any point in swatting a bird as big as your entire arm. This only made Loki angrier, he began pecking the top of his head and squawking his fury. The elf ran as fast as he could but there was really no escaping Loki as the fastest flyer on the team he could keep this up for hours and he did, with Tyr running behind them so that Loki wouldn't get lost and not be able to get back home. After awhile the bloodelf made it to a horde controlled base and so Loki had to stop chasing him. He set down on Tyr's back as Tyr used the hearth stone taking them back to Dalaran back to their home.
Loki sat miserably on his perch, he had trusted the Mistress but, she used magic to make him listen to her and if she could do that were any of the feelings real, what about his memories were they fake too just made so that she could control him more easily. He sat there thinking these deep bitter thoughts when Indrid flew over and landed on a side of fence. Indrid looked at Loki his insect eyes unable to convey the worry he felt for the raven. Loki whats wrong why are you so down the Mistress is coming home soon I here she is switch Ethon out for you. I don't want to see the the Mistress Loki said as much to himself as Indrid. Indrid looked at him studding his eyes, she loves you Loki she loves all of us, you have to realize that she may have used magic to subdue us at first but if she did not care for us she would not have tamed us at all. Indrid fluttered away to let his words sink in. Loki did think on them but, it didn't matter he was still mad at her he sti-, he heard hooves clop gracefully over the ground and heard Ethon squawk and fly to his perch. Loki turned his head and saw her, his Mistress, he saw her smiling face heard her call his name and watched her lift her delicate wrist. Oh bother how could he stay mad at her he squawked joyfully and flew to her arm. Psystar offered a bit of mouse to him which he ate gratefully as she stroked his crest gently telling him what a good boy he was.