A/N: Hey ya'll! I'm back and with something I've been working on for a long time. I've always loved the WarCraft series but I never got into the WoW for whatever reason. That being said, I'll freely admit that some facts might not be spot on, though I have done lots of research so I'll do my best to keep things within the universe. I may take some liberties here and there but they are minor and this is fanfiction after all and the fun part is being able to go outside the box. Anyway, this is my attempt at writing a sort of TV series within the WoW along the same lines as Avatar TLA. A fun adventure with lots of laughs, heart felt moments, action, drama and more laughs. You can think of this story as a pilot I suppose as I'd like to see if people like it enough for me to continue it. So I hope you enjoy and leave a review if you like it! Enjoy!

WarCraft is property of Blizzard. Aema and Kayden and random other characters belong to me.

Exploding Sheep

Episode 1 – The Beginning Part 1

"Come on! Keep moving or I'll have your guts torn out and thrown to the buzzards!"

Aema felt herself roughly pushed towards and iron barred door and as soon as it was opened, she was shoved forcefully into the sand and dirt. She growled at the guard, her long black hair covering her eyes but not her snarl.

"Make all the faces you want, worgen. It ain't gonna make your stay here any easier," the armor clad guard told her, slamming the door of the dungeon shut. "We don't get many of your kind here, much less a woman for that matter, but just because you're a woman don't expect any special treatment. In fact, I'd sleep with one eye open from now on. Some of these shit stains haven't had a woman in years. You might be a monster but you still got what they all want."

"Lucky me," she thought, brushing back her hair.

Her sky blue eyes followed the guard as he walked away, his heavy boots steps echoing off the stone walls. Aema stood up and brushed off her newly appointed prison uniform. A ratty top of what almost appeared to be a potato sack and pants to match held up by a torn and stringy piece of rope. It was itchy as hell and stunk worse than an ogre's loin cloth but at least it covered all the right places. She shuddered having to do this naked.

The worgen made her way down a series of stone steps that led to the dungeon floor, her black fur almost causing her to disappear into passing shadows. As she padded her way down the last few steps, a few of the 'locals' had already gathered to greet their new occupant.

Most were human, particularly the small group that was eyeing her with extreme displeasure but there was no shortage of night elves, dwarves and the occasional draenei. Some were chained to the walls, others sat in their cells and some merely stared at the wall, carving small knicks in the stone to count the days they had been there. Whoever and whatever they were, their eyes all eventually found their way to her. An uncomfortable and tense silence hung in the air as the entire dungeon focused entirely on her.

"Yeah…'Cause this isn't creepy at all," Aema cringed.

"Well now, what's this?" a stocky and rather sweaty bald man spoke up who stood at the front of the small group of men. He waddled his way up to her, belly jiggling as it hung over the waist of his pants. Aema wrinkled her nose in disgust. She could smell him from where she was standing and that was without her natural worgen abilities.

"Looks like the guards got us a new pet, boys!" he smiled and spat a rather large wad of saliva off to the side. Most of it didn't clear and it hung off the end of his lips though he didn't seem to notice. There was a low murmur of chuckling from the dungeon and the bald man got closer to her. He looked Aema over and looked back to his posse.

"What do you think, boys?" he asked.

"What a dog!"

"Think she likes it rough?"

"I'd let her bury my bone!"

"I don't care if she is covered in fur; I'll be getting into that before you assholes!"

A roar of laughter erupted from the responses and the bald man stepped closer to her. Aema narrowed her eyes at him but stood her ground. He looked her over again and offered a grin full of yellow and black stained teeth.

"Been a while since I had a woman," he spoke softly, his dirty fingers trailing along the fur on her arm. Aema suppressed a disgusted shudder and forced down the feeling of having to wretch. His beady grey eyes drank up her lithe and athletic figure, following up her shapely legs, past her slender hips and finally resting on her ample chest.

"Don't have much of a liking for your kind but with a body like that, I'll make an exception. The rest of the boys will get a turn at you of course but I'll let you have the honor of being with best thief in all of Grim Batol," he declared, his hand reaching up and roughly groping her.

Aema's right eye twitched with pure unmatched fury at the feel of his hand on a place where it wasn't welcomed in the least, but she offered him a surprisingly sweet smile. "Well, how could I say no to such a tantalizing offer?" she purred, her own hand gently urging his own to fondle her even more. The human was surprised by her sudden cooperation but was certainly not going to argue.

"Looks like we hit the jackpot, boys! We got ourselves a whore!" he yelled, causing the dungeon to erupt with cheers. He looked back to her and licked his lips. "How about we get started?" he asked. Aema met his gaze and her features suddenly turned dark, causing the man to frown.

"Let's not," she snarled and with quick twist of her hand, she ripped his off her chest and twisted painfully to the side.

The man cried out and fell to his knees. The other prisoners all stared wide eyed and some even took a step back in surprise. The man pitifully pawed his other hand at her iron grip but she only tightened the awkward angle on his arm.

"Listen, you little worm, I don't have time for your shit and I have someone I need to see. So keep your filthy hands off me and your dick even farther or I'll make sure the next thing you grab will be the stump where it used to be. Got it?" she threatened through clenched teeth.

"Worgen bitch…" he panted.

The next thing that was heard was the loud snap of bone and a cry of agony as Aema broke the human's arm.

"I guess not," she muttered, watching the letch writhe on the ground in pain. She took a defiant look at the rest of the faces that were currently staring at her. "Anyone else want to get lucky?" she asked them.

"Look at the time! I got to go!"

"I think I'm late for my whipping."

"Not really into worgens."

"I'm actually gay so…"

Aema watched as they all dispersed, either going back to their cells or merely conversing with each other as if nothing had happened. The wolf looked back down at the man and toyed with the idea of spitting on him but he probably would get off on that so she simply left him as the whimpering mess that he was.

Aema made her way deeper into the dungeon, her eyes searching the dark cells and dirty faces she encountered. She ducked through a small tunnel and came into an even smaller room where the full moon shone in through a heavily barred window more than fifteen feet off the ground, easily out of reach. Some prisoners were sitting with their backs up against the cold stone wall, their arms chained above them while others merely sitting around playing dice or wallowing in their misery. Aema studied each one until she came across the face of a familiar looking gnome.

He sat with two night elves and was currently engrossed in a game of cards. By the unhappy looks worn by the elves, it was clear as to who was winning. The gnome sat crossed legged, a sly smile on his lips, highlighted by his neatly trimmed blonde goatee. The moonlight reflected off the shine of his half bald head, the other half sporting a dirty blonde skullet. The gnome toyed with the edges of his mutton chops and scratched behind one of his large ears. His little eyes shifted from one elf to the other before laughing triumphantly and throwing down his cards.

"Read 'em and weep my purple skinned friends! A Stromgarde Flush!" The night elves threw their cards up in the air in disbelief and grumbled to themselves as they left the gnome to his winnings. "For such a mystical and wise race, they sure are a bunch of saps," the gnome chuckled to himself as he scooped up what looked like a pile of…silk paper?

"What con did you pull to earn all that?" Aema spoke up, causing the tiny man to snap his head towards her. He squinted in the dimly lit room but soon found who was speaking to him and laughed.

"Aema! My favorite resident of Gilneas! What brings you to such a lavish and pristine place as the Quillback Prison?"

"Can the formalities, Gervais. You know why I'm here so grab all of your…whatever that is and we can get down to business," Aema said.

"Quite right, my dear. Silk paper is better than gold down here," Gervais stated with a groan as he rose to his feet.

"Why's that?"

"Ever try to wipe your arse with coins?"

"Ah."

Aema followed the gnome through the tunnel and back to his cell where he stuffed the paper under a suspiciously out of place feathered bed. From what she had seen earlier, most inmates were sleeping on shoddy cots or the floor. In fact, once Aema took a better look around his cell, there were a few other things that seemed out of place for a prison cell. A table with rolls of paper and quill pens, a dresser with an arrangement of much nicer clothes than the standard uniform and various trinkets.

"I see you've been able to make your stay here more comfortable," she muttered.

"It helps when you have the gift of gathering information like I do."

"And extorting it."

"Aema! You wound me, my sweet wolf!" Gervais cried with mock hurt in his voice.

"I should be doing more than that after what you did last time," she hissed.

"You're still mad about that?"

"You sold me out to those blood elves on that quest in the Headlands! I nearly had my head cut off!"

Gervais offered her an embarrassed shrug and laughed. "You know me! I'm a slave to the highest bidder! Besides, you were going to assassinate their leader anyways. I believe in a fair fight."

"You're a slave to greed is what you mean. Those elves were going to plan a raid on a worgen village that had no defenses! If I had died from your snitching than they would have been slaughtered!" Aema yelled, taking an aggressive step towards him.

"But you made it out! Everything was fine! And we both know if you were really going to follow up on that killer look in your eye, I'd be dead. But I'm not. And we both know why," Gervais stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Aema growled loudly at him, partly because of his treacherous ways but mostly because he was right. Gervais was a greedy, conniving, traitorous little creature who deserved to be killed a thousand times over.

But he had what she needed.

"Just give me what I need so we can get out of here," she sighed, brushing away the long ebony bang that tended to hang over her eyes.

"I couldn't agree more. But…"

"But what?"

"I'm afraid we need to alter the deal a little more," Gervais said, rearranging the paper on his desk.

"Alter how?" Aema asked through her teeth, the anger building up inside her.

"You help me escape first, then once we're safely in Dun Algaz, I give you the information you seek. I give you my word."

"Hell no!" Aema roared, grabbing the gnome by his collar. "After what you pulled last time, I'm not doing shit until you hold up your part of the deal first!"

"Well, then you don't get your information," Gervais told her, his face twisting into one of seriousness and confidence. Aema flashed her sharp teeth at him but he did little than blink at her feral threat. "Snap and growl all you want, wolf, but you scare me about as much as a child with a stick. I know what I have is very important to Genn Greymane. He wouldn't have sent a rogue of your caliber thousands upon thousands of miles away from Gilneas, across Azeroth to a dingy shithole prison in the middle of Stormwind. So kill me and go back empty handed or help me escape first. You only get what you need with one option."

Aema brought him closer to her fangs but reluctantly dropped him back onto his feet. "I can't wait 'till someone cuts out that lecherous heart of yours one day, Gervais."

"Well, until then let's just focus on the task at hand shall we?" he said with a triumphant smile. Aema shook her head in sheer ire but stepped aside for him. Chuckling, Gervais led her through the dungeon's corridors and tunnels. "How did you manage to get in here anyways?" he asked as they walked the torch lit paths.

"Apparently being a worgen is enough to get arrested here. And a few bar fights helped as well. Not that I started it but that seemed of little importance to the authorities," she answered.

"Ah," Gervais nodded, "your kind may be part of the Alliance but that seems to do you little good outside Gilneas, hmm?"

"The humans take more to the Horde than they do us, even after Garrosh's war mongering. I'll never understand them. Most of us were humans once. We aided in the destruction of Deathwing during the Cataclysm and the siege of Ogrimmar and three years later they still treat us like monsters yet members of the Horde are allowed to roam freely across the lands."

"Well, with Vol'Jin now as War Chieftain, we have another uneasy truce on our hands though still damaged by Garrosh's actions. We've known the orcs and the rest of the Horde for a long time, my dear. Worgens are still relatively new to us. And if I know one thing about humans, it is that they always fear what's new and unknown to them. I'm sure you felt the same way when you experienced your first full moon."

"Just shut up and keep moving," Aema ordered, not wanting to get into any more deep of a conversation with him. The gnome did as he was told and continued to lead the way.

The two prisoners came to another room similar to the one she had found Gervais in. Complete with another barred window out of reach. Only this time, instead of a few inmates, there was just one. A human sat with his back up against the wall, his arms chained high above him and his face covered with a look of sheer boredom. He looked up as they entered, shaking some of his shoulder length brown hair out of his eyes. An amused smile broke across his lightly bearded face.

"Hey, Gervais. Who's your new friend? She's cute," he asked, a light humor evident in his voice. Gervais laughed and gave him an amused shrug of his shoulders.

"I'd be careful about what you say around this one, Kayden. She's immune to even your charms I'm sure."

"A pity. Not many worgens cause me to turn my head," the man said, looking Aema over. She narrowed her eyes at him and let out a low growl. "Of course, my taste in women has always gotten me into trouble," he laughed.

Gervais laughed with him and walked over, giving him a pat on the leg. "I will miss your humor, Kayden."

"Finally breaking out?" Kayden asked with raised eyebrows.

"You didn't think a mere prison could hold me did you?" Gervais asked.

"Honestly? No. I just thought someone would have slit your throat before you could do it," Kayden responded with another smile. Gervais frowned and gave a mock laugh before waving him off.

"Kayden is a good lad but has trouble keeping his tongue in check. That's probably why he's in here," he said to Aema.

The chained man laughed again and shook his head. "He hates that I haven't told him why I'm here," he told Aema, "gnomes love information and they can't stand it when you keep it from them."

"Good to know," Aema responded, raising a mischievous brow at the gnome.

"Enough of this. Goodbye, Kayden," Gervais muttered and headed towards the iron window.

"Bye, Gervais. And good bye Miss…?" Kayden started, waiting for the worgen to reveal her name. Aema merely ignored him and followed Gervais. "Okay then," Kayden mumbled and leaned his head back against the stone.

Gervais looked up to the window then back to her.

"You did get this window, right?" he asked. Aema answered him with an irritated stare. "Okay, relax. Just want to make sure here. You stashed your gear and the rope up there as well?"

"I did everything that needs to be done so let's hurry this up," Aema barked at him, walking towards the window.

She turned around and cupped her hands together creating a make shift foot hold. Gervais stepped up and with a solid heave; she tossed him up, the tiny man reaching for the bars. His hands came in contact and he swung to and fro above Aema, struggling to get a good footing against the stone. Once Gervais had a solid footing, he gave the iron window a hard shake and a few of the bars simply fell off from someone's handy work with a file. He smiled and wiggled his way up farther and slipped through the opening. Gervais rose to his feet and breathed in the fresh night air.

"Ahh! Glorious freedom!" he sighed happily, stretching his limbs.

"Yeah, it's great. Now throw down the rope," Aema called out to him, her foot tapping impatiently. Gervais's head poked out and he smiled down at her.

"I thank you, my dear. I've missed the feel of grass between my toes and the wind on my face these past months."

"Throw down the rope, Gervais."

"You mean this rope?" he asked, holding up the item in question. Aema narrowed her gaze at him. She didn't like where this was going.

Gervais smiled again and casually tossed the rope into the bushes. He looked down to her again and leaned on his elbows. "Oh, Aema…You really make this too easy."

"Don't you dare, Gervais…"

"I'm so sorry, Aema, but it turns out I'll be canceling our arrangement."

"Think about this, Gervais. Who's going to protect you on the way to Dun Algaz? You won't make it a week without me. Don't be a fool," Aema said, her whole body trembling with rage. Gervais scoffed at her feeble attempt to bargain with him and shook his head.

"Really now, Aema. Did you seriously think that I needed you for some muscle to get through the wilds and unscrupulous towns to Dun Algaz? I've hired two ogres for practically nothing! They may be stupid but no one will bother me on the roads with those beasts at my side."

"You little snake…" Aema hissed, her claws springing forth and her fur standing on end.

"Sticks and stones, Aema. Sticks and stones. But do not think me ungrateful, love. I'll leave your gear right here, hidden from sight. Think of it as incentive to find your own way out of here. And don't worry about the window. I'll make sure a guard notices it and they seal it up to protect you from the scary monsters out here."

"Gervais!"

"I'd love to stay, Aema, but I'm no good at goodbyes."

"Tell me what you know, Gervais! You gave me your word!"

"Hmm. I did, didn't I? And I do suppose it would be cruel to leave you here without what you worked so hard to seek," the gnome mused, his finger tapping his chin. He cracked a sinister smile and locked eyes with her before speaking, "Then again, if Genn Greymane thinks it's so important, I can only imagine the wealth he would bestow on whoever brought him such a prize. Yes, I think perhaps Dun Algaz can wait and I'll seek it out myself."

Aema leaped at the window in a futile attempt to get to him, clawing at the stone. "I'll kill you, Gervais! I swear to the Gods, I will kill you!"

"And I wish you the best of luck, my dear. Until then, Aema, farewell…and good riddance, beast," Gervais finished with a snarl. With that, the tiny man disappeared into the night.

Aema continued to claw and reach for the opening but no matter how hard she tried, she would slip down to the ground. Eventually she exhausted herself and collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily. She punched her fist into the dirt and let out a cry of anger and disgust. How could she let him do this to her again? How?!

"I take it this isn't the first time you've dealt with Gervais," Kayden remarked, his green eyes now focused on her. Aema leered at him but simply fell onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

"Shit."

A/N: Dat Gervais. What a jerk. How's Aema gonna get out of this bucket o' syrup?...I'll stop now. Stay tuned for Part 2!

Also, for pronunciation of names if you're wondering; Aema (A-Ma), Kayden (K-Den)