Haha my first try at WoW fan-fiction, I've been playing the game for awhile xD And I finally decided to try writing something. The main reason I play the game ( the online version ) is because of the lore, it's all so fascinating, ya know? And...I like trolls. Trolls are nice. Yes I know v.v I'm horrible at writing a troll, dun judge.

Keina really did not like deserts.

The sand was blistering around and under her paws. The desert itself was far too open, and there were scorpions everywhere. She honestly wondered why she accepted this mission. She would much rather be in Darnassus just avoiding the attentions of a disturbing human diplomat. Dway Proudmoore was a pest of a paladin. She should have let Asirani curse him, mind flay him or something…

While she had been in Darnassus, avoiding Dway, telling Asirani that she couldn't just go around cursing people, her old teacher, Dalnaar, had come to her with a mission. She was at first ecstatic to get away from the paladin, so of course she had accepted. Dalnaar had taught her the ways of a druid, and he had told her that she had been his finest student. She was positive she could do this. It's not like she hadn't accepted missions before…she had. She had even gone to the Outlands.

So she had thought Tanaris would be easy, easier than going to Northrend to face the Lich King's minions.

No, she really thought she'd prefer the Lich Kings minions at the moment as she avoided another disturbing pile of something unidentified.

Keina Dawningstar was honestly regretting her decision. She should have at least let Asirani come with her; the crazy human shadow priest would have been a balm on her soul. Asirani always managed to make everything better. She sighed, and flexed her claws into the soft blistering sand beneath her.

What had been her mission in the first place?

She could vaguely remember something about a troll, and that was about all she could remember.

She let out a disgruntled rumble, just about as vocal as she ever got in cat form aside from the roar she let out when clawing people to death, but that was a different matter. Keina was positive she wasn't going to win this battle against the sun. Her fur felt as if it were on fire, she didn't have dark fur that blended in with the night, no, Keina had light fur, so light that it was almost the color of moonlight. Asirani still couldn't figure out how Keina managed to stealth all the time and not get noticed.

The disgruntled night elf trudged through the sand for a few more moments before one of her ears twitched at the sound of laughter. Laughter meant people. People meant water.

It was something she was definitely interested in checking out.

She slid down the hill that was in front of her, not caring that the sand was leaving a definite trail that someone or (in her case) something had recently been there. Keina still didn't know who the camps inhabitants were, so it wouldn't be wise of her to give herself away.

At this point in time though, Keina didn't care, she was focused on the possible water in the camp, yes she was stupid in her packing, and if there was ever a next time she'd probably try to be more careful.

Laughter seemed to surround her as she crept closer to the camp, her paws treading carefully over the sand, avoiding any twigs, leaves, holes with possible scorpions in them, anything that would make a sound. She looked in surprise at the people sitting around a fire in the camp. There was large, mean looking orc, his skin tone almost like those of the orcs in Outland. It wasn't the fact that he was an orc that made her wary of him; it was the vibe he gave off. She had the feeling that he enjoyed killing, more than enjoyed it.

Craved it.

Her gaze moved onto the next inhabitant, it was a large male tauren with a peaceful look about him. His size was the most overwhelming thing about him. She liked the way the firelight played off his black fur, the flames seeming to dance across him, highlighting his face so she could study it.

Most of the Alliance referred to them as cows, Keina didn't agree with most of the Alliance, she thought most humans were too cocky, too stuck on the achievement they could get, the rewards. They never stopped to consider that both sides of the war had living beings.

Why should such a thing as someone's faction matter?

Keina tilted her head slightly, she did have to admit that the tauren had great horns, they were thick, and the same color as his fur. From the pair of large maces lying next to the large tauren she figured he was shaman. She looked over the rest of the camp, noting that their mounts were nowhere to be seen, the small fact disappointed Keina, she had wanted to see a Kodo and a Worg. She was tired of most of the alliance mounts.

Besides her Issa, Issa was an adorable fluffy saber with an attitude problem. Said saber had run off on her awhile back. It was a bad habit of Issa's.

She was shocked out of her thoughts as she took in a bundle of blankets that were arranged in such a way that someone had to have been sitting on them.

Where was the blankets previous occupant?

As if fate was answering her question, she was suddenly pushed down; a large hand was holding the scruff of her neck while another one was wrapping a piece of leather around her snout, a makeshift muzzle. Instantly she tried to twist her body around so she could sink her claws into the attackers flesh, but whoever it was had planned this beforehand. Her attacker was now holding her in such a way that she couldn't twist around, not one bit.

She was a cat, a big cat that probably weighed almost two-hundred pounds, it was no easy feat to be able to pin her, though normally she was well hydrated and not having to listen to her stomach rumble for at least an hour.

"Dat dere would be a stupid ding ta do, druid." The attackers voice was low, and deep. Keina could feel the rumble of it from the way the troll was pinning her down. She was surprised that her attacker was speaking in common, the language of the humans.

She had been caught by a troll.

Keina grumbled, but gave up the fight, seeing no way she was going to get out this. The troll hauled her up, having tied her hind legs and her front legs together at some point and carried her into the camp. She now officially felt like some sort of livestock. Her captor strolled into the camp and set her down next to his empty seat, before settling down himself.

The tauren turned his dark gaze on her and said something in orcish to the troll, the troll shrugged and answered, a grin on his face. Keina took this chance to study his features. The troll as a sharp, angular face like most of his race did, but…he was handsome. His tusks were long and thick and stuck out from his face, looking deadly, and rather impressive. If she ever wanted to be face to face with him (and up close) those tusks would be on either side of her neck, acting like a cage. His skin tone was a mix between a purple and a blue, but it was light. His hair was swept back from his face and one thick, long braid, his hair color was red.

The color fascinated her, and she wondered if his eyes turned the same shade of red when experiencing bloodlust. The troll turned his gaze to her, his amber eyes boring into her own silver ones. Her eyes were an odd color for a druid. Normally one blessed with the druidic talents had amber eyes, a rare color among the night elves, but hers were the average, common silver of her kind.

The troll moved closer to her and motioned towards the tauren. "Malar be askin' if ya would switch back ta your natural state, he also be sayin' he will not hurt da little elf." She found it funny how he switched from referring to her as "ya" and then to "little elf" she really did love his voice. She nodded, and made a grumble of discomfort as her bones cracked and rearranged themselves in that of her natural form. She sighed as the long waves of her white hair fell across her face, obscuring her view of the three members of the Horde in front of her. The way she was tied was rather uncomfortable now, the ropes on her wrists that bound them to her feet seemed to dig into the leather of her bracers which in turn caused the bracers dig into her skin.

She picked up movement and was surprised to feel the troll grab her once again and haul her to her feet. "Don't ya run now, mon." The troll grumbled as he yanked at the bindings holding her wrists to her feet. She could have taken that chance to throw him off balance and make a run for it, but she was curious. (she would never, ever admit this out loud.) She was curious about this huge, handsome, troll. She didn't know why she was attracted to him, but she was, and she wanted to know more about him. She didn't fight him as he re-tied her wrists behind her back.

She tilted her head back, her hair falling across her shoulder and down her back, and stared at the troll. "What's your name?" She asked. Her voice was hoarse from disuse, and her throat was dry from lack of water.

The trolls lips twisted into an amused smirk. "I be takin' ya captive, 'nd ya be wantin' ta know mah name?" He shoulders rolled back and shook with the laughter that erupted from him. "Ya be one funneh elf, mon!" His laughing died down and he shook his head, his large tusks barely missing her face. "Mah name be Vojjin, what be yours, elf?"

Vojjin.

It was a nice name, and she was tempted to repeat it aloud. She wanted to feel his name on her lips. She quickly squashed the urge, that so wouldn't help her situation right now. She highly doubted that this rogue would be willing to believe that she wouldn't run, or that she was willing to be friends…

And she was, as confusing as it was for her.

She cleared her throat, trying to make her voice sound normal again. "Keina, my name is Keina Dawningstar." Her voice was still hoarse, but not as hoarse as before. Vojjin quirked his head to the side, his tusks barely missing her again, she swore he was doing that on purpose, he stood up from the crouch he had moved into earlier.

His height amaze her, when standing straight he had to be over seven feet.

"Ya better be getting' ta sleep, elf, ya be needin' it." That was all Vojjin said before settling himself down, his gaze directed to the fire. She wondered if he would be sleeping. Probably not.

Keina's eyelids felt heavy and she decided sleeping wasn't such a bad idea. She laid down, curling in on herself. She scooted a bit closer to the troll, she figured she was safer near him than the orc that had been staring at her murderously since she had been dragged into the camp. (she would never admit that she just wanted Vojjin's heat) Soon she found her mind going silent and her consciousness going dark.

Ya wanna know what's sad? This is by far the longest thing I've written in awhile o-o This...was just an idea I rolled with. xD I have like...nothing planned out, I just had characters I wanted to use. xD Review! I like the reviews. XD Don't judge xD I know, I suck at this.