Youkai Chronicles Book One: The Forging of a Horde
Chapter One
The young man tracked a large deer through the forest at the edge of Ashenvale. Unlike most youkai this boy was not raised on the islands that would one day be called Japan, nor was he raised by his fellow youkai. He was raised by orcs in the world of Azeroth. Specifically by the Blademaster Sanjuro. He was taught swordsmanship by Sanjuro as well as how to hunt. Those skills were to be put to use in the near future, but this young man had no idea what would befall him in the coming months.
"Coreth, go around to the right and we can take the deer from two sides."
"Alright," Coreth said to his adopted brother.
'I swear Grakhan better not screw up this time,' thought a rather angry Coreth as he remembered what happened last time they tried this.
Coreth goes around to the right of the deer he and his brother are hunting. He dashes from his hiding place. At the same time Grakhan makes his run at the animal…right into Coreth's spot. Coreth tries to stop his dash.
"You fool, what are you do--"
The sound of their collision was enough to cause their dinner to flee and to cause them and the unit they led to go hungry. Needless to say Sanjuro's sons--both adopted and otherwise-- were not treated to kindly by the hungry orcs.
'That won't happen this time we have it perfect now. I won't start early and mess it all up' he thought.
The relatively small orc dashed out of cover with speed that rivaled that of his father in his prime and frightened the deer into the path of Coreth--and Coreth's ready spear. The deer was completely knocked off his feet by the force of the blow that severed its spinal cord and killed it instantly.
"Thank you Spirit of the Wilds for your gift of food we will honor it be not letting any part of it go to waste." said Grakhan as he examined the kill, "You were off by an half the width of my finger Coreth."
"I know I'll need to work on that, you want to take the deer back to camp?"
"Yeah," said the young orc as he hoisted the deer over his shoulders.
They walked in silence for a while through the thick forest in the direction of their Grakhan's father's camp.
"So how are things between you and Drasena, eh Grak?" said Coreth with a small smile on his face. He loved torturing his stepbrother about his love life.
"That's none of your business, jerk."
"So do you think you'll take her as your mate?"
"I'm only fifteen and a half. I shouldn't even be thinking about that yet!"
"Don't get your undergarments in a wad I was just kidding." Coreth said as they passed a sign indicating that they were half a mile from the outpost where they lived along with the rest of Sanjuro's soldiers.
Drasena was a commander's daughter that ole' Grak had a strong affection for. Too bad her father didn't want her to have anything to do with Grakhan or his stepsibling, both of whom he considered 'Insolent children with no respect for their elders.' It must have something to do with the sack of flaming wolf crap the hanyou and his brother had left outside his tent a few months ago, but Coreth wasn't sure.
That had been fun.
They entered the camp and walked straight to the tent of the quartermaster to drop off their kill. As they entered the perpetually angry quartermaster gave them his death glare.
"What do you kids want?"
"We're just here to drop off our unit's kill." the hanyou said with a grin.
"Okay now get the hell out." grunted the quartermaster as he relieved Grakhan of his burden.
After the brothers were a safe distance from the tent Grakhan muttered, "Isn't that guy just absolutely jovial?"
"You guys run into the quartermaster?"
"Ahh don't do that to us, dammit!" Coreth screamed at the orcish officer.
"Heh, anyway here is a message from Sanjuro, he's sorry he couldn't speak to you guy's in person but he's busy." he said as he handed Coreth a paper.
"Thanks for the message," said Grakhan as he mock saluted.
"No problem" the officer said over his shoulder.
When Grakhan and Coreth got to their tent Coreth summed up the message, "You know those strange human sightings on the border of the Night Elf's area of Ashenvale?"
"Yeah, but aren't those humans not part of the Alliance?"
"Yes, most likely. Sanjuro wants us to take our unit there and investigate in cooperation with a small Night Elf force."
"You think there might be fighting involved?" asked Grakhan with a gleam in his eyes.
"Perhaps."
"S'bout damn time we put our training to good use."
"Yeah, that's true. Let me know when food is up. I'm gonna go sharpen my sword, I think I might need it." Coreth said as he entered his small tent.
"Okay then see you at dinner. I think I might sharpen my weapon too." the orc said thoughtfully as he walked to his own tent.
After dinner as Coreth laid on his cot and wondered if his father would be proud of him. He hoped so, since he accomplished quite a bit in his sixteen years. To be that young and to have your own unit was unheard of. He was somewhat nervous at his first possible combat mission as leader of his unit, but tried not to worry too much. He figured his men would be fine.
He questioned if the Night Elves would be willing to work with him considering his heritage and all, 'Oh well, no point worrying about it' he thought, then fell asleep.
Author's notes: How'd ya like my first chapter? Please review and only CONSTRUCTIVE criticism if you need to criticize my work. The next chapter may not be up for a week or to depending on school and church and what not.
P.S. I would like to thank my fans (all two that I know of at the time of writing this) for their reviews.
Chapter One
The young man tracked a large deer through the forest at the edge of Ashenvale. Unlike most youkai this boy was not raised on the islands that would one day be called Japan, nor was he raised by his fellow youkai. He was raised by orcs in the world of Azeroth. Specifically by the Blademaster Sanjuro. He was taught swordsmanship by Sanjuro as well as how to hunt. Those skills were to be put to use in the near future, but this young man had no idea what would befall him in the coming months.
"Coreth, go around to the right and we can take the deer from two sides."
"Alright," Coreth said to his adopted brother.
'I swear Grakhan better not screw up this time,' thought a rather angry Coreth as he remembered what happened last time they tried this.
Coreth goes around to the right of the deer he and his brother are hunting. He dashes from his hiding place. At the same time Grakhan makes his run at the animal…right into Coreth's spot. Coreth tries to stop his dash.
"You fool, what are you do--"
The sound of their collision was enough to cause their dinner to flee and to cause them and the unit they led to go hungry. Needless to say Sanjuro's sons--both adopted and otherwise-- were not treated to kindly by the hungry orcs.
'That won't happen this time we have it perfect now. I won't start early and mess it all up' he thought.
The relatively small orc dashed out of cover with speed that rivaled that of his father in his prime and frightened the deer into the path of Coreth--and Coreth's ready spear. The deer was completely knocked off his feet by the force of the blow that severed its spinal cord and killed it instantly.
"Thank you Spirit of the Wilds for your gift of food we will honor it be not letting any part of it go to waste." said Grakhan as he examined the kill, "You were off by an half the width of my finger Coreth."
"I know I'll need to work on that, you want to take the deer back to camp?"
"Yeah," said the young orc as he hoisted the deer over his shoulders.
They walked in silence for a while through the thick forest in the direction of their Grakhan's father's camp.
"So how are things between you and Drasena, eh Grak?" said Coreth with a small smile on his face. He loved torturing his stepbrother about his love life.
"That's none of your business, jerk."
"So do you think you'll take her as your mate?"
"I'm only fifteen and a half. I shouldn't even be thinking about that yet!"
"Don't get your undergarments in a wad I was just kidding." Coreth said as they passed a sign indicating that they were half a mile from the outpost where they lived along with the rest of Sanjuro's soldiers.
Drasena was a commander's daughter that ole' Grak had a strong affection for. Too bad her father didn't want her to have anything to do with Grakhan or his stepsibling, both of whom he considered 'Insolent children with no respect for their elders.' It must have something to do with the sack of flaming wolf crap the hanyou and his brother had left outside his tent a few months ago, but Coreth wasn't sure.
That had been fun.
They entered the camp and walked straight to the tent of the quartermaster to drop off their kill. As they entered the perpetually angry quartermaster gave them his death glare.
"What do you kids want?"
"We're just here to drop off our unit's kill." the hanyou said with a grin.
"Okay now get the hell out." grunted the quartermaster as he relieved Grakhan of his burden.
After the brothers were a safe distance from the tent Grakhan muttered, "Isn't that guy just absolutely jovial?"
"You guys run into the quartermaster?"
"Ahh don't do that to us, dammit!" Coreth screamed at the orcish officer.
"Heh, anyway here is a message from Sanjuro, he's sorry he couldn't speak to you guy's in person but he's busy." he said as he handed Coreth a paper.
"Thanks for the message," said Grakhan as he mock saluted.
"No problem" the officer said over his shoulder.
When Grakhan and Coreth got to their tent Coreth summed up the message, "You know those strange human sightings on the border of the Night Elf's area of Ashenvale?"
"Yeah, but aren't those humans not part of the Alliance?"
"Yes, most likely. Sanjuro wants us to take our unit there and investigate in cooperation with a small Night Elf force."
"You think there might be fighting involved?" asked Grakhan with a gleam in his eyes.
"Perhaps."
"S'bout damn time we put our training to good use."
"Yeah, that's true. Let me know when food is up. I'm gonna go sharpen my sword, I think I might need it." Coreth said as he entered his small tent.
"Okay then see you at dinner. I think I might sharpen my weapon too." the orc said thoughtfully as he walked to his own tent.
After dinner as Coreth laid on his cot and wondered if his father would be proud of him. He hoped so, since he accomplished quite a bit in his sixteen years. To be that young and to have your own unit was unheard of. He was somewhat nervous at his first possible combat mission as leader of his unit, but tried not to worry too much. He figured his men would be fine.
He questioned if the Night Elves would be willing to work with him considering his heritage and all, 'Oh well, no point worrying about it' he thought, then fell asleep.
Author's notes: How'd ya like my first chapter? Please review and only CONSTRUCTIVE criticism if you need to criticize my work. The next chapter may not be up for a week or to depending on school and church and what not.
P.S. I would like to thank my fans (all two that I know of at the time of writing this) for their reviews.