The Hunt
And then, after six years, she saw him again. The prey: King Bangalash… One of the rarest tigers in all Azeroth, and Adya Swiftarrow, one of the finest elven rangers, would tame him. It had been six years of hunting… But patience is one of the disciplines in which the rangers mastered the art. To stalk their prey with the agility of the Shadowpaw panthers, the silence of the Deviant Stalker and the speed of the Bloodfen Razormaw. It had been years of training…
She was a Hunter; taming beasts was the Beastmaster's way. They would follow reluctantly at first, but grow to be your only hope for survival. Though you could train them to become vicious companions, it was always better to start out with a master of his prowess… A blood thirsty beast that lived in the harshest jungles was always a better option than a poor wolf pup found in a basket. Though it would mean the hunt would be harder.
This tiger was the King of Stranglethorn Vale. A renowned predator, the alpha male of its pack. Not only was he a formidable opponent, but also had the intelligence of the Dragonhawks and the soft white mane of a Clefthoof Bull… Such a limited number of people had only seen a glimpse of him, and the many others never came back to talk about it… But Adya was prepared. She had been waiting, and now, the cat and mouse game was finally over, now was the opportunity… No longer would she tame the weak Mulgore Cougars, no more would she wait for the slow Durotar tigers to catch up. This was the perfect feline for her.
The jungle was full of scurrying insects, it was a challenge to simply stand still. High up in the old trees, she could see all, and he was alone. Surrounded by none, he was an easy target at this time. But something told her that it was too easy…
Then suddenly, out of the opposite spot from where she was kneeling; A battle cry! A party of two dwarfs and two humans came jumping out, swords unsheathed and guns ready. The chain reaction had been set, and from there, multiple panthers, that were stalking the floors unseen, came rushing at the King's aid. Like a cavalry… It was chaos, gunfires were heard, cries of pain stabbed blindly at the air. Bodies of wounded beasts and humanoids alike came falling to the ground.
When blood painted the soft soiled grass, and all life had been stolen, Adya came down, and searched for her prey. They were all there, every body lying, except King Bangalash's...