(Mystera's PoV)
While sitting on a small out-cropping of rocks, my golden glowing eyes stared off into space. Not the smartest thing to do in the barrens, but I was not worried. I could not sense anyone or thing but a few plainstriders wandering around. My pet, Lulu, lay near by, enjoying our break from hunting. Her purple hyena fur creating a slight contrast on the rocks, was warm to the touch. My own blue skin was warming nicely in the sun. I was glad for keeping my auburn hair short or it would have been overbearing in this stifling atmosphere. My name is Mystera. I am a Draenei hunter and I love to explore new lands, even if it means getting into trouble.
Lulu and I have been exploring the Barrens now for a good couple of weeks. This place is horrible. The only good things around are the small oasis'. Aside from those, there are dangers to watch for such as centaurs, raptors, hyenas and the occasional horde member that may pose a threat.
A sudden, low growl quickly brought my mind back into focus. "What is it, Lulu?" I asked just before sensing another humanoid heading my way. I had been resting close enough to Ratchet incase I needed to get some supplies. I had thought I was far enough away not to be bothered by anyone, but appearently I misjudged.
When the humanoid came within my view, I could tell it was definitely an Orc and with him traveled a raptor. "Well that explains why he was heading straight for me. He is a hunter as well!" I whispered to myself. Now, I do not harbor any prejudicious for other races, no matter what side they are on. However, I have no qualms about removing any threat to myself either.
I am not one to brag, but over the few years I have been traveling and hanging out in neutral towns, I have learned how to speak that atrocious Orcish langauge, so then if he spoke it, I could understand and reply. I remained seated, waiting, watching for any aggressive signs from the other hunter or his pet. He came to a halt just outside of my bows' firing range. 'Smart hunter.' I thought, smiling to myself. But then came the offensive words, "What are you doing here, Draenei filth?" I tilted my head to the left, surprised to hear him speaking Common. "Resting," I answered with a hint of sarcasm. "Didn't notice anyone else around and Ratchet is soooo boring. It's much nicer here." I said, with a smile forming to show I was not in the mood to be bothered. Evidently, that was not the correct answer. The look the Orc gave me was a mixture of disbelief and anger. It really made me want to laugh at him.
The Orc barely moved, but I had sensed the unseen command and saw his rapter tense ready to attack. Lulu was already in motion, as was I. No way was I going to let the fool get me first. From my vantage point, I easily jumped from the rocks, landing and sprinting for the Orc. He quickly found himself lying flat on his back, with one of my hooves firmly planted in the center of his chest and with my sword resting on his throat. Lulu had the raptor pinned down, her teeth slowly sinking into its throat.