Chapter One: Captured!
A rust-furred worgen raced through Durotar, rushing for the Barrens. four green-skinned brutes chased after her, two holding nets, the other two with large saronite clubs. "Just my fucking luck..." She cursed, still running. The river was just up ahead; from there she would be in the Northern Barrens, then to Ashenvale and safety! She took a running dive and plunged into the warm waters of the river, quickly swimming to the other side. The green-skins were slowed down at the river due to their full-plate armor, but as soon as they clambered out they went into a maddened sprint. They were gaining, and fast. She looked over her shoulder and saw that they were only a few yards behind her, soon they would catch up. The worgen threw two of her knives behind her wildly, and was rewarded with a pained grunt and a thud as one hit an orc. She leaped over a fallen tree, and stumbled upon her landing. She could see the forest from here! She was almost there!
In her desperation, she sped up just enough to narrowly be missed by a thrown net. She was almost at the border into the forest. She ran straight through the Mor'shan Ramparts, causing even more orcs and tauren to join the chase. A horn sounded, and she cursed under her breath, moving a strand of fur out of her eyes. She was almost to the gate when it slammed shut. "Fuck!" She grunted, leaping onto the gate and attempting to climb it. Right as she reached the top, an arrow pinned her hand to the top of the wooden doors. She screamed and squirmed desperately as poison seeped into her blood. The last thing she saw was a green hand reaching up and ripping the arrow from her hand, and then she fell, and was unconscious before she hit the ground.
She woke up to find herself striped of all gear down to a set of black undergarments. Her hands and feet were bound and there was a muzzle slipped over her snout. Within a moment, she realized that she was being drug rather roughly by the legs around Orgrimmar. Damn it, she thought, I was so close...
She looked to see who was dragging her and found it to be a rather large tauren dressed in full plate with a gargantuan sword sheathed on his back. He looked back at her and grunted, and spoke in broken common, not realizing she spoke Orcish fluently, "You wake. Good. Warchief wish to see you. Trial." He swung her up with one hand and slammed her over his shoulder, breaking into a sprint.
Soon they had reached the Ring of Trials inside the Valley of Honor. There she was bound between two iron posts, standing with her arms stretched above her head. Her muzzle was taken off and she looked up and found herself surrounded by what seemed to be high ranking denizens of the Horde.
"Good Evening, great members of the glorious Horde," Garrosh Hellscream said, clearing his throat, "Here, we gather to judge the fate of this filthy mutt, found to have been spying on our wonderous city! Worgen, speak y0our name!" She snapped her head up, snarling at him. "You DARE defy me? Bring forth the brand!" Garrosh barked out.
A young female troll walked out, holding a small, white hot sigil in the shape of the horde symbol. The worgen's eyes widened in horror as the tauren advanced on her. Without even a moment's hesitation, the tauren pressed the sigil into the worgen's stomach, her screams drowning out the sound of searing flesh as the smell of burning fur filled the room. After what seemed like eons, the tauren removed the brand, and the worgen dropped her head, panting. "Y-you… monster..." Her eyes teared up as she looked at her belly, the mark of her sworn enemy forever burned into her flesh.
"Now.. your name." Hellscream growled, leaning in.
"K...Kirathra..." She whimpered a little, swallowing.
"That's better, bitch," Garrosh smiled, "Now then, we're here to decide your fate, Kirathra, Slave? death?"
"I would die before I served you, scum." Kirathra panted.
"A shame it's not your choice," He smirked, "Your fate lies in the hands of these Horde members who are in attendance" Immediately mixed shouts of "DEATH!" and "SLAVE!" rung out, and Kirathra cringed, realizing that there were far more for slave than death.