Title: Wound
Author: Dr FooFoo
Fandom: World of Warcraft
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
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Disclaimer: I don't own Warcraft.
Notes: This was just random... My tauren druid chillin' in AB. Yes, I play on an rp server. Bite me...! D:
Damn, Peo hated the sounds of battle. The yelling and clanking of metal and distant roars of beasts unknown to him. He would much rather be back at the Grove with his druid brethren, chatting about trees and stuff, not out here in a pit in the basins of Arathi, nursing a furry arm with a huge gash down it.
Luckily, since he was but a calf, Peo had been taught the healing forces of the Earthmother. He put his free hand on the wound and concentrated on the life all around him. He coukd practically hear the trees whispering amongst themselves, and he drew on that power, commanding it to address his problem.
Soon enough, he felt his arm begin to tingle, and watched as the gash closed up somewhat. He knew it would continue to close and heal itself for the next few minutes, and it had stopped bleeding, so he poked his head up out of the ditch he was sitting in. Immediately, he was almost trampled by four sets of wolf feet.
The riders stopped and watched as Peo pulled himself up from the ground, then one of them -- a young light-green orc -- grunted at the other, and they continued along the dusty path.
Peo watched them go, then whistled shrilly with two of his fingers in his mouth. The ground rumbled and, seemingly from out of no where, a huge gray kodo sauntered up to him. Peo pet the kodo's snout, then grabbed the reins and hopped onto its back.
"We ride, Naja," Peo said softly in Taurahe, and the kodo shook its head violently, then took off down the path.