BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
A groan was heard underneath a blanket.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
SLAM!
A hand extended to slam off the alarm clock on the nightstand. The room was painted a light blue and had matching carpet. The walls had pictures and awards, a large bookcase full of books. A desk held a blue laptop and scrolls. There was a large entertainment center as well. In one corner, there lay a white tiger on a large pet bed. He wore a black braided leather collar with a large purple amethyst hanging from it.
Finally the figure in bed sat up.
The figure was female, young. She had large breasts and long brown hair. Her elf ears stuck out from some of the mess of hair. She had glowing blue eyes, unlike most of her kind with glowing green. She yawned rubbing her eyes as she stretched a bit standing up as she walked to the window throwing it open to stare out at the large city.
Origrimmar was already abuzz with activity.
Cars and other forms of vehicles lined the busy roadways as some people walked to work or school. Looming over the area was the large company called Horde & Sons. It was the largest cooperation in the city and also the main one. Unlike the casinos of Thunder Bluff, this one ran the world of the Horde. They were also in competition with another cooperation called Alliance Inc.
The high elf studied the morning world around her as she moved to shower and change clothes. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and pulled on black pants, a blue shirt, a black trench coat, black combat boots, and shades to hide her eyes. The shades were the idea of her adopted father, who so happened to be the head CEO of Horde & Sons, Thrall. She pulled on her black fingerless gloves and moved to sit down turning on the television.
Only to find out that the father of one of her friends had been killed.
Cairne Bloodhoof was known as the owner of several casinos, starting out of Thunder Bluff in Mulgore. His son, Baine, would be the first to inherit the chain, but he loved his father so much. To hear Cairne was dead was like a kick in the gut. She wanted to change the channel, but couldn't. She shut her eyes and sighed. "Kamara! Let's go!" she called as the tiger ran to her. She stood up as she was about to head to get something when she looked over seeing another news story.
"And in more Azeroth news, underground sources have said that there has been a disturbance within Blackrock Mountain. A source out in Northrend believes that it's the work of the infamous Deathwing, the dictator who wants to buy both Horde & Sons and Alliance Inc for an incredible amount of money. Repeated calls to both Mr. Wrynn and Mr. Thrall have been unsuccessful. This is also coming from the light of Mr. Thrall about to announce his successor. As some remember, he came under controversy when he adopted a young high elf, who turned out to be the daughter of Kael Sunstrider, the late high society actor and playboy. Even though this hasn't tainted his reputation, we all wonder who he has in store for his head. Now onto the weather with Arthas!"
"Ugh," the elf sighed and turned off the television. This was when the doorbell rang. "Kali! Are you home?" a voice rang out as the door opened. "OW!" A crash also was heard. She looked over and saw the hooves of a tauren, who had fallen over. She walked to see it was Dksunite, one of her best friends and was a tauren death knight. She chuckled. "You need to look into getting your door extended," he said rubbing his head. She then got a better look at him and blinked like mad.
DK, as he was known, was only wearing a speedo.
"Damn, man, what the hell?" Kali helped her friend up. "You smell like an ale house!" "It's not my fault, all the tauren have been…tense," he finally finished a bit of the hangover finally hitting him. She sweat dropped. Yet she couldn't blame them. She had to wonder if even Baine was drinking his sorrows. "Surprised Rograx didn't see me," he said. "He would've had me in a drunk tank before I know it."
"Why don't ya lay down?" Kali suggested. Yet she saw her couch sag under the weight of the tauren and shook her head. "I might have some clothes you can wear…I doubt a speedo's appropriate." "Everyone hangs around your place, so I bet you have clothes for all of us," he said. "Had to throw out some of Laf's," she said. "His didn't last long enough to put it on a hanger."
Lafulci was another good friend of theirs and their guild leader at the local guild club. He was an undead warlock, who worked as the mortician and medical examiner for the city. He was so good at what he did, many of the other cities that were connected to this one called for his help. He had taken Kali under his wing when she started out as a hunter and a doctor. So she safely could say he was her mentor.
Kali looked through the closet. The mansion had so many rooms, she could have her friends come and stay. Thrall was always nice about that, letting her friends come over. Yet she had heard that he was expecting company from his hometown and this worried her. But she refused to show that worry in front of anyone. "Have you talked to Baine?" she asked as she heard DK snort. "No," he said. "But I figure he wouldn't mind a visit from you."
"I plan on it," Kali said. She finally found a red muscle shirt and some jeans handing them to DK to put on when he was ready. "Which I'm 'bout to take the subway to do. I'd suggest you come with me. Father's expectin' major company." He seemed to frown as he looked at her. "It happens to be Garrosh Hellscream," he said as she froze. She shut her eyes.
Garrosh here would mean she would lose her home if she dared go against him.
Kali knew how proud he was of orcs. However, she remembered when she first met him, the day Thrall went to meet his grandmother for the first time. She was a mere child or teenager, yet Garrosh wasn't hesitant to display his displeasure on Thrall adopting an elf…saying it was shameful and against the way of life. It was in front of her and a direct blow to her. She then felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up the flashback disappearing.
"I know what he said to you, Kal," DK said. "But what Thrall did wasn't a disgrace. He saved your life as he did countless others." "I know," she said. She sat down a moment and heard the door open. Her eyes widened as she managed to drag DK into a room and threw the clothes to him in time to see Thrall and Garrosh enter the room followed by a few guards.
"Kali, you're up," Thrall said as she bowed nodding. "Yes," she answered. "I was 'bout to leave with DK. He's here…in the restroom." He chuckled nodding. "I'm sure you remember Garrosh Hellscream," he said as her eyes wandered to the now larger orc, who wore a business suit. She nodded politely biting back a few words she wanted to say. "Yes, I do," she said feeling his brown eyes on her. Thankfully, DK chose that moment to come out of the room dressed as he bowed to Thrall. "We'll be leavin'," she said as Thrall nodded.
Once the two left, Thrall looked at Garrosh. "She seemed to be holding back a few things," Garrosh said gruffly. "Does she know that I'm taking over?" "I'm sure she does," Thrall said sitting down. "Yet she lives here and her friends are welcomed here. That's part of the deal." "Yeah, I know," Garrosh said and looked at Thrall. "Cairne's death has put a damper in things." "No one knows who did it," Thrall said as he sighed. "I assure you, we will find out," Garrosh said.
"I know you will."
Thrall knew by the time he returned, it would happen.