Hello my people who aren't actually.. my.. people. ._.

Ahem. '-'

This is my first fan-fiction i have shared, so let's see if i succeed or fail at this story.

I'll be updating as much as possible, most likely once a week... possibly Friday's. X3 I'm loading a few chapters this week though. ~Huehue~

sorry if some of my chapters sUcK. My writing is weird, sometimes i'm great at it and.. sometimes you'll want to choke me. Hehe~ anyway.. please review~!

ENJOY! ;D

-Woe for the Dead.

Side Note: I'm writing in Cataclysm, just entering Mists of Pandaria. I've played enough of World of Warcraft to know what i'm typing. But i ain' peh'fec, mon. Hehe, i'll be sticking mostly to the game/ WoW lore. But i'll be making a few... minor and major.. MAJOR.. tweaks.. but just a few.. Dun' Kill Me. *winks* LIKE HUMAR THE PITCHLORD, had gotten a LO~OT more powerful VIA my story because of Deathwing. So he turned from a little low level cub to a powerful monster that stalked the barrens. *coughs*

xDD Also, any and all ideas for plots and twists are accepted, i might need them-use them. I really need practice on how to space my paragraphs, just ignore it for now. :p

Warning: Rated T for safety, torture, censored rape/sex, might be upped to R-rated, less censorship, less fading in and out for sex, ETC. Depends on my thoughts, and yours. some male-male, female-female love. (Main Characters are male x female.) Dun' Read if you cun' take et. Okay, I'm done,

FOR REAL ENJOY :P -Still Woe.

Bloody Paws and Bloody Elves.


All she could remember was that damned desert. Hot sand under her dry, cracked, bleeding paws. Rinahe felt that she had been too prideful letting peer pressure get her like that. She never left the little dry forest she called home and out into this.. this barren, known as The Barren.

She remembered the little meeting her father had placed for some night elves in her little village-tribe- place she called home, he had said something of a small band of horde patrolling too close to home and they needed to be disposed of, any means possible, for they could not be found so close to Orgrimmar, her least favorite night elf, no, least favorite person, had spoken up saying that we need not some a bunch of recruits after the small group of horde, but instead a powerful druid would suffice, a druid who was the next leader of the tribe and needed to do some prideful work for the tribe, he called her lazy and selfish and said more on how she needed to work for her tribe, she gave him glares of poison ebbed daggers. She had started to protest when her father urged her, saying it was her duty and blah blah blah. She still didn't want to, that is.. until Mr. Stuck up Challah, her least favorite person, called her snobby and selfish, and afraid of the "big bad horde." She was not afraid of anything, she had yelled, leaping over three people and pounding him into the table, she was removed from him and the last thing she had done was swear oath upon her loyalty to her clan and that she would get the job done. She departed without even thinking of packing anything.

She wished she packed some food.

She wished she packed some water.

She felt sweat dribbling down her muzzle and stinging as yet another scorpion stung her, or was it a spider.. right now it was looking like there were four scorpions.

Her gaze started to blur and she stumbled sideways awkwardly on her paws, she stumbled the other way, swaying back and forth like in some kind of weird cat-dance routine. She fell forward into the sand, her chest emitting a thud and she gave a kitty grumble and puff of air as she drifted into unconsciousness.

Rinahe awoke in the midst of the night, the hot sun was not making her fur stick to her flesh anymore, but the cold of the desert night was making her hair stand on end now.

Rinahe put one paw below her and pulled herself up some, she was laying on her side propping herself up some more when she heard a growl and two glowing eyes looked at her. She pursed her lips back in a snarl and looked at the creature step out of a cave, wait.. when did she get by this cave? She shrugged the question aside and attempted to stand, only to fall, she looked and saw her back legs tied to a stake and a rope wrapped around her neck attached to the same wooden stake. She turned her head back to the thing before her, only to see it sitting right in front of her. A large black lion, a bit taller than her at the moment, seemingly mocked her with a shake of his large ebony mane. She knew this rare beast's name by heart, Humar.. the pitchlord. He was almost untamable, killed hunters left to right for years, he went missing months before and she had gotten into a fight with him once, accidentally bumping into him whilst hunting. He was a force to be reckoned with. She pulled forward at her reins, wanting to shred him then and there. A voice sounded in Thalassian, which was surprisingly understandable to Rin, it was very close to Darnassian. "Humar, calm yourse- oh." a lone blood elf stepped out of the small shelter, he was adorned in leather armor and had different hair than most of the blood elves she had seen. His raven black-blue hair was cut short, with a fringe the parted to the left of his face. His creamy skinned face wasn't as primal as the men of her own race, but soft and radiant. When he saw her staring at him, glowing amber eyes shooting curious and hostile daggers across his skin. He reached at his back, drawing a crossbow. He called something in Orcish over his shoulder, a tauren and a troll strolled out. The troll was obviously a warlock, having being dressed in black robes, having a black staff that curled at the end and was shaped like a dragon's head. Or maybe it was noticable that she could smell the black magic on him. He had a red mohawk and was a fair blue skin-tone. He grumbled and stared at her for a moment, soon turning to look at the Blood Elf, speaking to him in Orcish, even though she couldn't understand what he was saying she heard his Troll-accent and heard many a 'mons.' His head bore a large red mohawk and he had some stubble on his fair blue skinned chin. He grumbled something hostile-sounding and glared at the cat. She hissed through her teeth.

Rinahe turned her amber gaze to the large Tauren. She couldn't tell what he was, but he had a peaceful, strong aura around him. It felt familiar. His person was dressed in a pair of grey trousers, and he wore a large black cloak that was pinned across his chest, which bore a white shirt, he was a deep sandy tan and above his head, right beside his ears were two, very large, very pearly white, and very.. very.. sharp horns. He often only replied to the other two with snorts and grunts, but when he spoke it was a mere whisper, yet it was low and boomed.

Rinahe started thinking, what was to happen next. As she heard the blood elf snap scolding-ly at the troll who cackled some, she knew they must be planning something.

Her death. She knew it must be that. She, Rinahe Wolfrunner, the hardy, stubborn, not scared of nothing, druid, the druid next in line to rule a very powerful, very important, very respected, tribe of night elves. And she was to die on this adequate mission to scare off a tiny pathetic blood elf, and this black ball of fluff known as his pet, a lumbering troll and a- she caught the Tauren's eyes. His eyes screamed power, but his body was inevitably calm. She knew what he was. Druid, she knew her own class like the back of her paw.

He stepped one hoof forward and put his hand on the hilt a short sword at his side, she took the leap and started thrashing about, she swore she wasn't to give up, she was not going to die at the hands of these creatures. She snarled and pulled at the stake, willing it to free, when it snapped from the ground she reared her head back, roaring to the sky. She turned to run and was grabbed by the scruff in such a way that she was held defenseless, when she looked at her captor she saw two disappointed black eyes glare at her, the tauren set her down on her side and kept her scruff pinned, tying her legs together around the ankles, he staked the rope tightly to the ground.

And now she couldn't stand, or move, she was so afraid at this moment.

The blood elf and the troll glared surprised at the scene that played in seconds in front of them. Everything had slowed for Rinahe and now things were starting to speed up. She shuffled around, trying to escape again. A disapproving snort sounded and her world was shadowed as a towering druid stood over her. "Stop." he said sternly in Thalassian, she understood and complied.

"So, what are we to do with you?" The blood elf kneeled beside her, a mocking smirk stretched on his face. She shot him toxin looks with her golden eyes and pulled her lips back, snarling in a crescendo, he frowned. "You're no-" the last word she couldn't understand as a burst of laughter came from the troll. She presumed he said fun, he gave her a fake look of hurt and laughed, standing and walking over her, as if she were nothing. Well, to the horde the alliance should be nothing, the horde was nothing to her at least. Just another target for her animal forms to shred.

"HOLY HELL!" she thought and thought of slapping a hand to her forehead, but obviously she couldn't. She finally remembered this wasn't her only form, she would remember to use that to her advantage. She attempted to look over her shoulder at the horde-scum behind her, but to no avail. As a black kitty was mocking her with his body language, he purred and flicked his tail humorously.

"I remember you." she read in his eyes, "Such a clumsy cat, now."

She spat at him, but her awkward position of her head made the action hurt and she started to hack, turning her head back forward. A hand grazed her back, she pushed happily with a little purr at the touch thinking it was a friendly elf-friend of hers, or her father, comforting her, getting ready to take her home. But she soon froze, remembering her father never cared for her, he thought she should stay independant, and she remembered she avoiding making friends... ever... She snarled and bit over her shoulder, missing the hunter's hand as he jerked it back. He fell on his bottom and started to laugh, amused. "Poor, poor kitty." he teased, his lips tugged up into another mocking smirk.

She wanted to rip his chest open, rake her hands through his flesh and play with his life in her paws. She gave out a loud 'mroar', giving up, and dropped her cheek back into the dusty sand, letting up a small cloud of dust.

She felt a hand on her thigh and another touch her roped paws, she wanted to slaughter the hunter who touched her leg but waited, scooting her chin down to her chest and watched him, unravel. her... wha-? She scoffed at him, confused why he un-wrapped her legs. When he was done he sat in front of her, watching her lay there, motionless. "Oh c'mon, show me what you got." She raked her claws into the ground, thinking he wanted a fight. "No." he cuffed her paw and scolded her like a pet, "I want you to transform."

No. She was not going to become vulnerable to him by turning into her elven person. She sat up slowly, sitting directly in front of him. She glared defiantly, looking around some to find an escape, there was nothing but desert and the black of the night.

"Hey!" he hit her softly upside the head, her reaction was very aggressive as she leapt atop of him and snapped at his neck, primal rage in her eyes, before she could get a grip to kill him she felt claws rake down her side as she was rolled to the side away from him, he laughed feebly and gripped at his throat, rubbing it and watching as his companion, Humar, tumbled with the white she- cat as they rolled around in a fury of claws and teeth. Soon they thudded to a stop with Humar glaring down at her humorously as she lay belly to the ground under him, her eyes glaring up at him as she panted loudly. Suddenly Humar tensed, his lips drew back to show his teeth and he shuttered in utter fear, his eyes locked with hers in a trance "Humar.." the blood elf stood warily, watching his friend freak out. The cat's pupils dilated in fear as he had seen something in her deadly amber glare, his breath became pants and his claws sunk into her hide, causing her to emit another 'mrar' but in pain. "Humar!" the hunter cuffed him in the side, he stumbled hazily over to the side and shook his mane, his trance of fear disappearing in a gust of wind that pulled the dust and sand around. The hunter kneeled down beside the she- cat as she pulled up and prissily groomed her paws and wiped her face. Humar made a grumbling noise and dashed into the cave, but not with out a glare over his shoulder at the she- cat.

"Do you- err- can i-" the hunter reached out at her, stammering as he looked at her lithe form, so muscled yet so lean. Her muscles which were once rippling under her fur like water under a blanket, tensed. She swung her head to the side and growled at him warning him to stop. He did not listen, he put a hand on her shoulder, turning her some and looking at ten claw marks stretched on her back from Humar clenching his claws. They were the only marks on her, what had come over Him. "Don't touch me.." he had gotten lost in thought for only seconds before he noticed he was now touching a leather armored night elf. Her glare was so hateful that he cringed and looked away. "So finally you show us.. well.. you." he teased, looking out into the distance. She pulled her lips back in a snarl. her canines sharpening slowly. "Why do you care?" she snapped loudly, it boomed angrily around them. "Why do i- wait wha-" he looked at her and was cut off as a snap of bones and small glow of her pink-purple skin turned her into a cat again. She stared at him angrily, but he looked deeper into the girl's eyes, and he saw utter fear. He started to laugh some and she turned away from him, laying on her paws. She longed for home, she longed to be around the people who normally she loathed, she didn't mind some but she normally hated the elves. But they were a better company than these.. these.. horde scum. She was always taught to hate them, and she did.

But something stirred in her chest when she looked at this triplet, wait no. Quad, including the mutt of a cat, she felt heat in the cold of her heart.

Minutes passed for the two as they sat on the desert. Rinahe's back stayed turned away from the hunter. For him it seemed as only seconds passed, for her.. hours.

Suddenly she felt him push her back a little, and she swung around to attack him, but he was walking into the warmth of the cave. She saw fire light flicker on the walls and thought of the warmth of the fire in the cave, she shivered against a gust of cold wind and noticed that the blood elf had set up Humar to watch her. She snarled and turned her back to the cave, watching in the distance. She could easily run at this moment, but she felt the piercing gaze of the ebony lion. Could she out run the old legend of The Barrens? She took her chances and was running forward, she ran for at least two feet before strong jaws clamped her scruff. Humar flipped her over him and into the ground, holding her down with his front paws and leaving a bedazzled Rinahe as he strutted back to his spot, turning with a flick of his mane and watching her again. She stared back in the distance, she scrunched her face as she saw something far off in the darkness.

The flickering of lights. Of people searching for something...

Her face exploded into joy as she realized what they're were looking for.

Her.