Neutral territory, such a confusing place. Technically for everyone, but divided none-the-less. So when the human so small she could have passed off as a Dwarf walked into the mostly Horde inn, all eyes went straight to her. Most weren't hostile, but confused. What was this tiny little civilian doing here?
Her eyes immediately landed on the bartender, an Orc. She smirked and held up a large clear bottle with a clear liquid inside. She shook it slightly.
"I'm baaaack," she spoke in perfect Orcish. Everyone except the bartender's eyes widened in shock. It was rare for a human to speak Orcish, and no one, not even the other Horde races, except the Orcs could speak it so perfectly.
"You got it?" the bartender shouted happily. She nodded her head smugly and started walking over to him. Everyone's eyes stayed on her but the males eyes drifted. The way her hips swung so seductively as she walked reminiscently reminded them of a Troll. A pair of green shorts hugged her perfect ass nicely. Their eyes drifted further and stopped at the long jagged gash that ran from just under the back of her shorts to just above her kneecap. It had long since stopped bleeding but would require attention soon lest it get infected if it already wasn't.
"Yeah, six. Now fix my hair, I had to take it out to go into town," she said vaulting over the bar. His eyes immediately drew down to her leg as she shook her hair a bit with her hand. As she pulled it back slightly another long cut was revealed. This one was less serious but just as shocking. It ran straight down from her cheekbone to her jaw.
"Later, looks like I need to patch you up first," he said nodding to her leg and face. She looked annoyed but didn't put up a fight. By this point, people had mostly lost interest in the small girl. Only a few groups still watched her. A trio of Alliance, two Humans and a Night Elf, sitting in a corner and quartet of Horde, an Orc, two Trolls and an Undead, sitting only about 15 feet away from the bar.
One of the humans, a paladin, stood outraged and stomped over to the bar. The girl was sitting on the counter as the bartender tended to her leg. The human tapped the girl's shoulder a bit roughly and she turned her head lazily to the other woman.
"Why are you letting that… Orc... touch you?" she spat in disgust, sending a glare to the bartender who paid her no attention. She spoke in common so the Horde members could not understand her but did not anticipate the girl not understanding as well.
The girl blinked after a moment and gave a slightly apologetic look. As she went to turn back to her leg, the human spoke again.
"Can you not understand me?" she asked incredulously. The girl gave her another blank look and finished turning away. The human put her hand on the girl's shoulder and turned her a bit leaning forward over the bar. She didn't want to hurt her. "Common?" the human asked. The girl shook her head.
"Orcish," she replied. There was a slight annoyed undertone to it but the human didn't notice. The human's friends had since come up behind her.
"Darnassian?" the Night Elf, a hunter, asked helpfully. His tone was much less rude than the paladin's. The girl made a combined motion with her head and right hand to show she knew some. "My human companion asks why you would let an Orc touch you," The Night Elf translated. It took a minute but the girl finally answered.
"He's my friend," she said in broken Darnassian. Her accent was wrong and her sentence structure was atrocious but she was understandable. A lot better than many humans. The Night Elf looked very surprised and translated back to the paladin woman.
"What? How can they be friends? He's a fucking ORC! A dirty fucking savage! It's unnatural!" The paladin exclaimed outraged. The Night Elf politely and calmly translated. Before he was even finished, the girl looked murderous. She swung her legs around to the other side of the bar and jumped off. The bartender held an expression of thorough annoyance and worry for his friend.
"Tell this bitch that if she says one more thing about him I'll fucking kill her," the girl growled angrily.
"Ani," the bartender said in warning.
"Shut up Barral, I'm defending your honor," Ani snapped at him.
"Well defend my honor after I'm done with your leg," he rolled his eyes.
"What is she saying?" the paladin asked, oblivious to the threat Ani had given her.
"She said not to insult the Orc or she'll kill you. I don't know what their saying to each other," he said a bit coldly.
"Ha! Like she could even touch me!" The human laughed haughtily. Ani's head snapped back to the woman and her eyes flickered to her hunter friend for translation.
"Bitch I could snap you in two with my little finger!" Ani threatened and wiggled her pinky. The two females went back and forth for a while, the Night Elf translating. The whole inn was watching again, even some people from the rooms upstairs had come out to watch.
"And what's with those eyes! What are you? Half-Orc?" the human teased with a smirk. Ani's eyes flared and in less than a second, the paladin woman was flat on the floor while Ani ground her face into the floorboards. Barral leapt over the bar and ripped her off the woman. Ani was screaming curses in Orcish, teeth bared to reveal sharp canines. As other Alliance members stood to possibly assist their comrade Horde members stood as well. Including the quartet who had been watching from the beginning.
"BARRAL! FUCKING LET ME GO YOU DICK! I'LL KILL THE LITTLE CUNT!" Ani roared. She ripped free of her friends arms and went once again after the other woman. The Night Elf and other human moved into the way, but were knocked over by the sheer force as the small girl crashed into them.
In a blind rage, Ani went after the two in front of her and quickly knocked the other human, a mage, out of the way. The Night Elf grabbed her around the waist and chucked her backwards into a growing crowd of Horde. She was quickly assisted and spat back out into the newly formed circle, Alliance on one side, Horde on the other, greatly outnumbering the Alliance crowd.
"Don't fucking throw her back in!" Barral yelled at the Horde crowd. "Someone grab her!"
"She's just a human Barral!" someone yelled back to him. While Ani continued to beat on the Human and Night Elf.
"No she' not! She a halfer!" He yelled back. The whole inn suddenly went completely silent before every Horde member grabbed for Ani. Alliance or not, they were afraid for the Night Elf and Human. As soon as they moved, Ani was up in the air, held aloft by a particularly large troll. The male from the group watching her earlier. As she thrashed and screamed in his arms, everyone let out a sigh of relief. Halfers were the worst berserkers there were and weren't ones to be trifled with. Luckily, Ani was small and the Troll was abnormally large.
He had locked his arms around her arms and legs but had forgotten about her head. He had to fight to keep his hold on the little thing as she bit his arms and shoulders repeatedly. Her teeth were sharp and cut into his flesh easily. Eventually though, she calmed down enough to realize she wasn't getting loose and stopped squirming and attacking her captor. She held a steady glare with his collarbone though. Everyone stood panting and watching as finally, the large troll put Ani down but keeping close as to grab her again if need be.
In a huff, she stomped over to and vaulted over the bar. She grabbed the kit Barral had been using on her earlier and stomped over to the two unconscious humans and night elf. The troll trailed behind her the entire way and grabbed her gently when she got close to her former victims.
She shook off his hands and plopped down next to the trio. She started with the paladin, as her injuries were the worst, then moved to the night elf and the mage. After she took care of their larger injuries, she shoved the kit into the troll's hands and hopped back onto the bar into her original position.
"Barral hurry up, you still need to do my hair too," she said as if she hadn't just beaten up three Alliance members. After a moment's hesitation, Barral took the kit from the troll who still stayed nearby and went back to work on her leg and face. Once he was finished, she turned to face the other way and Barral's large hands moved to Ani's hair. Everyone returned to their tables as he clumsily pulled her hair back and started braiding, all of them whispering about the tiny little thing on the bar counter.
"No no no," the undead woman came up and said in Orcish exasperatedly, fluttering her hands and pushing Barral's out of the way. Somehow, she had gotten behind the bar without anyone noticing. "Let me do this," she said as she undid Ani's hair and started combing through it with her fingers. "My name's Malane, that was quite the show you put on there," the woman joked pulling the girl's head back so she could get to the top of her head.
"What do you mean?" Ani asked, letting the Forsaken woman do what she wanted with her head. It was hard to brush through her hair because it was so thick so Ani usually just left it alone. Malane and the troll sitting on the bar stool next to Ani chuckled.
"You truly are a berserker little one. Can you remember anything?" Malane asked kindly. Ani shook her head a little. "So are you really a halfer? If you don't mind me asking."
"Yeah, did Barral tell you that?" she asked, truly not remembering anything from her little episode.
"Screamed it to the whole inn, Sweetie. You really ripped into those Alliance idiots," she said sinisterly. Ani nodded her head slightly, she didn't really care what she did to Alliance. They were all idiots anyways.
"Did I kill 'em?"
"Nah. Too bad too, dat wouda bean a good show," the female troll joked, coming up to the bar with the Orc. "Mah name's Pi'kola," she introduced herself amicably. She was tall and curvy and very well endowed. Ani assumed she was a druid but couldn't be sure. Her skin was a nice bluish-green color and her white hair was a nice contrast. Her tusks were small and pearly white. She was beautiful.
"Genar," the Orc said simply. He was tall and thick with muscle. His skin was a brownish-yellow and his head held not one strand of hair. He had the same eyes as Ani.
"An' I be Rahz," her captor spoke finally. His voice was deep and sexy but Ani couldn't really see him since he head was pulled back as Malane braided her hair. All she could tell was that his skin was deliciously blue and his hair was the same bright red as her eyes.
"Ani," she said much like Genar. Ani was small by even human standards, only coming up to a normal female's chin, with long dark brown hair with a purple tinge, and big bright red eyes. Her ears were pointed and pierced multiple times, three on each lobe, three on her left cartilage and one long cylindrical tube on her right. If she opened her mouth, you would see pointed canines, sharp molars, and a tongue ring. For the most part though, she looked like a small human.
"There you go, Hun. All done," Malane said releasing Ani's head. Her hair was now in a thick braid going down the middle of her head from her hairline to the base of her neck where the braid stopped and her hair just hung down her back.
"Thank you m'am," Ani said politely with a sweet smile.
"No problem, Sweetie." The woman said as she moved back around to the other side of the bar. Ani spun around and dropped down, tripping slightly on her injured leg.
"You guys want a drink? It's on me," she said. As she looked up she locked eyes with Rahz and heat suddenly swept through her.
Rahz had blue skin and darker blue eyes, red hair and large white tusks. He was absolutely gigantic compared to Ani. He stood at roughly 7 foot 1 and was pure lean muscle. His long ears were pierced many times and two thick golden rings were slid up onto his tusks only a few inches away from his mouth.
She couldn't look away. The man that had totally changed and probably saved her life was sitting right in front of her. She didn't know whether to say something or not. But what would she say? Hi, you basically freed me from being a slave for the rest of my life. Ha, no. She decided to say nothing, it's not like he would remember her anyways.
When she finally looked away and reached for the liquor she had so painstakingly worked for, he decided to speak.
"'Ey, yeh look kind o' familiar, we met befo'?"