Chapter One
The sun was blazing hot and she'd walked for hours trying to find water in the dense forest. Her imp was the only companion she'd had for seven years besides the first five years in the dank Undercity with her trainer. Brushing past some bushes, she came upon some nice Silverleaf, exactly what she needed! 'Ah Mulgore…what a place…' she thought to herself.
Once she had all from it she could harvest, the young female warlock turned and caught a whiff of running water. The musty smell of something it always caught her attention to find it. Or maybe she was just lucky. Shaking her head, she ran towards it, her imp hopping happily along. Demon or no, the little creature enjoyed water as much as the next living thing on Azeroth.
Scooping some into her mouth, Grimora failed to see the gigantic white Tauren moving her way. But to her luck, the little hopping demonic soul saw the big bull first. Taking out her fishing pole that was portable, she stuck on a worm found from rain that she stored away as well. The hook plopped in the water and she waited patiently for anything to give a tug.
As the big male got closer, he scratched his fur and looked in the warlock's direction. Warlock? Where had he heard that before? 'Ah well, I'll ask her what business she has in Mulgore.' Moving slowly, he made his posture proud but slightly threatening incase the smaller creature meant harm to their land or kin. Getting closer, he kind of liked the look of the female orc. 'Female? Wow, I must be a lucky Tauren to find one of these around!' he chuckled to himself. But the huge behemoth failed to sense the wolves that trotted closer.
One snarled and grabbed his ankle. Letting out a loud bellow, the young Druid grabbed the wolf and hefted him, chucking the weight of the dog towards some rocks. Turning, the Tauren started his stomping run towards the Warlock, hoping to the Earthmother she'd help him.
To his luck, the young female sat up when her imp tugged on the battledress she wore. It was thick blood red, with gold trim around the neck and low enough to show off the bust she though to her self was impressive. Around her stomach there was a hole, and the back was bare. On the arms of the one-piece outfit, the sleeves were one piece, a hole for her forefinger, one for her thumb, and one large hole for her other fingers. Around her lower waist area, it splayed open, showing off her legs and some of her underwear, or, what she called, 'battle short shorts'. Around the top of the large cut open bottom was a spider web like design, gold material from her former teacher in the pattern.
Putting her staff on her back, she summoned fear like no other. Thrusting the power out, it caught the wolf closest to the running giant. The feeling chilled the mutt until it ran around aimlessly. Howling and snarling, the third wolf from before came after the heels of the Tauren now. Letting the other wolf run around, she summoned dark powers from the depths of her Will, she cursed the wolves and her imp fried the one as it got close.
As the bull passed her, he looked her over even more, wondering who she was and why her face brought up old memories. But Grimora was intent on saving the Tauren's life, not wanting him to die too young and in his prime. Giggling, she feared the other frying wolf until it died along with the other two who were long gone.
Turning back to her fishing pole, she saw the snug line leading to the water. Pulling at it, she pulled out a well over twenty pound Whitesclae Salmon. Handing it to her fellow demon, he fried it and put nice fresh spices on it, making sure it was well done for the two mammals. Rummaging through her pack, she took out a healthstone. Smiling, she handed it to the huffing, worn, and bleeding Druid. Searching more, she took out a pack of bandages; she cleaned the wound and made it 'all better' so to say.
Upon touching his fur, she noticing and felt the texture of it. Looking up into the eyes of the now eating Tauren, she recognized him and lovingly white fur. Touching his horns, she turned him to face her. The sitting Tauren blinked, wondering what was going on and also wondering why, in all the world, he wasn't panicing…
"Winter?" she asked softly, her blue eyes amazing, like the wide open sky but darker like the vast sea. Snorting, the Tauren scratched his head, remembering the little female orc he'd met long before his training.
"Grimora?" he murmured out the name in a gruff voice. Their two blue eyes meeting, his heart gave an extra beat and she burst out a smile, jumping at him and hugging him close.
"I thought I'd never see you again! I mean, we met so long ago, and we were so long and far apart, but this, this, this is destiny or something like!" And as she rambled on, he couldn't help but feel more clam than he'd ever been around anyone, even his shan'do, his good master. Chuckling, he plucked her up from the ground in one swoop. And as he stood, he sat her on his shoulders again.
Her dress bunched up again, but in this meeting, no one seemed to mind. His hump had grown in and she sat up much taller than years ago. And he'd added at least four more feet to his height mind you. Winterpaw was a lofty bull and very wet fit (and lanky) for his race. After chatting up a storm, Grimora yawned, laying forward gently on the big guy, but he pulled her down and carried her. Exactly resembling a horse would carrying a child. No trouble at all.
But their loving luck ran out when it started raining. The imp pointed at the lit area of Bloodhoof Village. Nodding, Winterpaw hovered over the still tired Grimora, trying to get out of the cold droplets and to see if the female would like to join him in his numerous quests.
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Puffing in exhaustion, a young man trots up, whispering to his group and eyeing the lone elf of them. The lithe elf had no great reservoir of magic, but he got by with his great skill of the blade. Smiling to himself, he rubbed the edge of his new axe that was his training weapon. The humans of the tiny group had frowned on him since the General had demanded that someone take him. Only Sayric, the human Paladin, had had pity on him but it turned to a friendship that he wished would never break.
Getting up, he noticed the rain pattering down on them. He went roaming off a little in the field. Even though he was a warrior, he still had his Night Elven tie to Nature. He watched as a hawk caught up a mouse for his dinner.
Suddenly, a bulky bounding Tauren came running his way, growling and snorting, telling the elf to move. Being a warrior and all, the Night Elf stood his ground. He flung his arms around the big creature, hanging onto the white fur. Winterpaw growled at him but couldn't stop. Grimora coughed, her whole body shaking with the newly acquired cold. Even if Winter was warm, he couldn't do enough to get her properly warm.
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Arriving at the Inn, the elf dropped off of the huge being, not even conscious anymore. Winterpaw himself passed out, but he made sure to fall on his side. The guards outside saw the scene and went over to help them. The goblins took in the elf and orc, putting them in one bed, and huge Winter in another.
Breathing evenly now, the lavender skinned elf and sweet orc snuggled, not even aware of whom they were or where. His dark green hair was pinned back but coming off loosely. Grimora's was already frayed around her face, tickling the Night Elf's nose.