It happened! (A.K.A Last of The Alliance)
This story was mainly made by me, but partlyby my cousin and i gave it to Lunasaruka to edit. Its kinda weird and im not used to expressin my imaginative side, so ya... This is based on how i know that, since in the alliance everyone sucks at pvp, everyone will, if giv3en the chance, become a horde member. DONT DENY IT! YOU WOULD TOO! ITS JUST THAT YOUR FRIENDS JOINED FIRST! All characters belong to my neighbor, and are all pretty good in life, but not as good as the story says. It is not warcraft-realistic! Dont be nerdy and copmplain about differences!(warning, some sexual content, not that much though)
A brief history till now:
The Alliance, after having proven it could no longer hold its own in direct battles with the horde, began to shrink. Many people of many races receded from any contact with them, and soon only a handful of very powerful and dedicated knights remained. They were so few, that until recently, they had been unseen by the horde for 10 years. The horde warriors and magicians were amazed by the beauty of these people, and believed that like everything else, they could be taken and conquered. Thus began the tremendous web of lies, murders, assaults, and underworld activities known as the Hunt.
Hachaku, a young tauren of the age of 24, stared across the cavern at what kept him transfixed. There stood a woman, not like any he had seen before. She was at least 7 feet tall, with glowing eyes that had no pupils, and purple skin. She had ears about a foot in length which pointed out behind her hair, which was long and a shade of deep blue. Her body looked like that of a runner, with extra arm and leg muscle added on. Her chest was firm and perky looking. To sum it all up: she was any horde warriors dream. She was wearing some shiny black armor, and a long blade covered in the blood of some unfortunate troll. This troll happened to be lying dead on the floor next to her, having made a movement towards the woman's ass.
Hachaku let out a small grunt as the area between his hooves was poked by a sharp rock. The woman looked up towards him, and he silently cursed her giant ears, and prepared to leave as fast as possible. She walked over to where he stood, stunned by how much more beautiful she was close up, even better than before. She reached her hand into the crevice where he stood, and was inches away from grabbing his beard when a loud crash was heard off somewhere else in the cave. The woman looked up sharply toward the source of the noise, and then ran off when she heard some poor orc roaring in immense pain, probably stabbed through by a rock. This whole damn cave was full of them, Hachaku realized a while back.
He ran as fast as possible and managed to leave the cave after spending a bit of time bumping blindly into walls in the dark tunnels, and listening to the orc's screams of pain from the rock, until they were silenced for good by the woman. He had heard about these women, and some men, from explorers and local perverts. They just appeared recently, and in very small numbers, and now many people wanted to get them into their beds. Now he understood why. The moment she almost touched him, Hachaku had felt his heart leap, bolting back and forth in his huge chest. He was hooked, and wanted to find one who he could get action from.
Later…
Hachaku had returned to Thunder Bluff, where he sat in his favorite in to watch some tauren women dancing slowly. They are hideous compared to that woman in the cave he thought as he downed an ale, calling the barkeep for yet another. He heard a couple of orcs a trolls talking about women, similar to the one he had seen, with purple skin and ears. A very old looking orc said "They can quite a curse to watch, those damned night elves, I remember when they were our common enemies, they would always slaughter us… now we just want to have sex with them." So that's what they were called, Night Elves, Hachaku realized.