Ah a new canvas in such... sorry bout that. Ok this is gunna be a World of Warcraft Fanfic.
The Universe World of Warcraft is set in is torn apart by betrayal and war. This is the story of one of the inhabitants in this war torn world ImmortalBob a Dwarven Hunter and his brave wolf Rabitkiller.
"So Bob the Immortal how has the life of a Hunter gone for ya?" The Tall Brown haired Human Paladin said as he looked at the Dwarven hunter sitting across the table with mug of ale in hand and wolf at side.
Bob smiled "Ah it has gone well, profitable yet perilous. Yet the best part of it has top be ya never get lonely unless ...you get hungry." Bob looks at his wolf Rabbitkiller and starts to recollect the time in the wilderness near Orgrimmar, the Orc's Main stronghold in Kalimador. The view backs away from the Dwarf and his Human companion and puls out the near by window. The weather outside is snowy and cold just like every other day in Dun Morogh.
The blistering heat is not good fer a dwarf from the snow caped mountains of Dun Morogh, the cold mountain lands of the Gnomes and the Dwarfs, so being sent there to destroy some of the Horde's lesser soldiers was working hell on Bob so he did what came natural to him. He took out the pick his father had given him before the trip that ended Bob's fathers life and started the life of revenge that Bob lived in. He started mining into the side of one of the many mountains near Orgrimmar. It had been a day and he had already dug six feet back, five feet wide, and 5 feet high, perfect space fer a dwarf he thought to himself.
The sun was setting as Bob finished up the dwelling. He let out a high pitched whistle but Rabbitkiller did not respond. Bob thought for a moment then heard a yelp. He quickly grabbed his rifle and two-handed sword. He concentrated for a second then pushed one hand in front of him palm open the other closed and behind him then his legs and feet felt lighter. Bob picked up speed and ran towards the area where the sound was coming from. When Bob got there he stopped dead in his tracks, for in front of him were three large Orcs in full red and black armor. The heaved their axes over their head s towards Rabbitkiller but he was to agile and dodge all of the attacks expect for a large gash above his left hind leg.
Bob shouldered his rifle and reached into his ammo pouch ... He felt around the pouch again but all he produced was one shot from the pouch. His eyes widened and he quickly searched through all his packs and found nothing. He looked up only to see a large sharpened chunk of metal heading straight for him. He raised his rifle to block it but it cleaved right through. Bob was now pinned on the ground.
I hate me self fer doing this ... I want to update Abuse but i do not know how i can progress the story I am stumped like whoa ... Hehe paragraphs kinda long..hehe R&R