Mae blinked as she heard the tent open, glancing up as a blood elf walked in waking the orc.
"Grommar, there has been groups of alliance forming outside Stormwind. Word is they are coming to Ironforge and trying to cut us off at the pass. " The Blood Elf delivered the message, and when the Orc grunted he left.
"Grommar?" Mae asked softly looking over to him. She had almost understood everything the Blood Elf had said. Her Orcish was getting better , in the short time of two weeks. She was glad she was a fast learner, though she could understand more about what some of the other horde members were saying about her. Nasty things, some more nasty then others.
"Yes." The Orc said as he got up and started putting on his armour. "My name is Gormmar. I am the general of this raid."
Mae stood up and started getting dressed, she had a feeling they would be leaving in a hurry.
"My named is –" She blinked as she was cut off suddenly. She knew her Orcish was going to have its mistakes, but she didn't feel it was enough to get interrupted.
"Pets are named by their masters." He said to her as he gripped the back of her head, looking into her eyes. "You have no name." He spoke before leaving the tent, leaving her standing there in shock. If she had ever hated Orcs before, she sure did now.
She left the tent and was surprised as Troll grabbed her. He spoke with a harder accent, which made her hard to understand him. She hardly even heard him since she was fuming. She slapped his hand off her and growled. "Keep your hands to yourself, you disgusting ugly pig!" She spat at him and turned. She was honestly expecting a blade to pierce her back, but the group he was with burst out laughing instead.
Everyone was frantic, getting blades and packing up. She knew if they were gathering in Stormwind, it wouldn't take long to get to Ironforge through the tram, and it would take an hour to get here by fast, moving mounts. She marked the tree with a symbol of the Alliance; hopefully if they seen it, they would follow it.
Mae limped towards Grommar's Worg, Bloodfang. She had grown attached to the Worg, being an animal lover she didn't care if it was a Worg, or Raptor, or Kudo. She didn't see Grommar, but knew he would come to the Worg when it was ready to mount off. Her ears listened carefully but she heard nothing but the noises of the horde moving around. She patted the wolf that she was growing fond of, and soon Grommar was at the Worg, picking her up and they headed off.
Mae completely forgot about the bark she had been gripping tightly onto, torn from the tree she had carved earlier. She would leave bits and pieces of It as they went. She was going to go home. Sweet, sweet home; where the trees were lush and flowers grew everywhere. She had heard of Ogrimmar, how it was dry and hot and like a dessert.
Mae dropped the last of the bark when a blue hand came out, grasping her wrist. She cried out, not only in shock but pain.
"Your wench has been leaving a trail! She will be the death of our people Grommar!" The Troll pulled her off the Worg and into the snow. "We should kill her now! Leave a message for the Alliance!" The Troll shouted.
Mae looked up, her heart pounding hard in her chest. This was it, it was over. She knew she was dead, there was no if ands or buts about it. Grommar looked down at her and she was sure his axe was going to hit her skull.
Bloodfang growled when the troll when to hit her with his mace. Grommar picked her back up and roughly put her back on the Worg. "She will pay greatly. For now, we spill more Alliance blood!" The Orc held his axe up in the air as the ran a bit farther. What were they doing? He sounded like a tough warrior, but they were running? Soon she realized they were setting a trap, they were going to trap the Alliance somehow. Mae hadn't even realized they had a backup plan all figured out.
She saw a group coming, hearing the hooves and sounds of other mounts. She began to squirm and Grommar covered her mouth with his large hand. She whimpered and squirmed more. She freed her mouth and sunk her teeth into Grommar's hand. He didn't make a sound and hardly moved his hand, but it was enough for her to shout.
Mae thought it was to late, as soon as she shouted, the horde started to charge. But from behind them came more alliance. Shouting started to fill her ears. A Saber slammed into the Worg, sending her flying into the snow. Thank god for the soft landing. She got up into pure madness, Horde and Alliance battling, bright blood splattering onto the snow. She moved around frantic trying to get out of the battles way, she was of no help to them.
Mae weaved through the battle almost getting hit. "Over here!" She heard a voice shout to her. She looked over to see a Gnome waving at her and she ran towards him. He brought her to a waiting horse. "My name is Jayden, we been following the trail I am guessing you left. Ride to Ironforge, survivors are still there in the halls." She saw the Gnome get on his mount and they took off. She didn't see Grommar anywhere, which was good. He was probably distracted by the battle. She started to run, the Gnome in front of her. They had just gotten out of the thick of the battle when an arrow flew past her face, cutting her cheek and hitting the Gnome in the back.
Mae stopped the horse to run back to the Gnome but he shouted at her, waving at her to continue on. She closed her eyes and turned, the horses hooves sinking into the snow. Its breath could be seen from the cold air, she looked around, thankful for the fog. She held onto the reins of the horse, listening and watching carefully. She didn't hear battle any more. She must have been getting close to Ironforge by now. Just as she started to think that, a dagger came flying from in front of her, hitting the horse in the neck. The horse reared and whinnied, snorting before falling over. She gasped as the horse landed on her leg.
Mae squirmed, trying to get out from under the large creature. She looked over to see what it was that threw the dagger, and if it had left. She heard a crunch in the snow and looked to see a Rouge. She squirmed more frantically, but the animals body would not move. The far higher level Troll grinned as he pulled the horse from her.
"Now you be sorry mon." The Troll cackled. "You be gettin' me in trouble, then be insulting me?" The Touge took the knife, cutting the skin on her cheek. She cried out, softly biting her lip.
"I be havin' fun, then be slittin' your pretty little throat." The troll grinned before cutting her shirt open. His hand went to her breast, squeezing it tight as his other hand went to her belt buckle. She kicked and screamed, her hands clawing at the trolls face the best she could.
"I like it wen dey squirm!" Shouted the Troll as he laughed. Her scream was cut off as she felt a weight on her. Looking up, half the trolls head was gone. Her stomach churned. The body was dragged off her and Grommar was there, covered in blood. A few horde member's stood behind him, at least less then half of his raid. A fist connected with her face; he didn't punch her as hard as he could of, but just hard enough to knock her out.
Mae woke up groaning. Her face hurt, her leg hurt from the horse falling on it. She hadn't eaten in two days and she was tired and weak. She blinked awake, realizing something wasn't right. Her arms were tied up. She was on her knees, which were rather painful right now. She looked around, seeing some horde looking at her. She felt fire move up her back and she cried out in pain. Turning her head she saw Grommar with a whip, his face was anything but pleased. Hard and very, very angry.
"You get seven." Grommar spoke to her, looking her In the eyes, seeing the pain she was in and he did not flinch once.
The crack of the whip hit her back again and she cried out in pain. It felt like flames sinking into her flesh, and after four she couldn't even stay on her knees, and instead she slumped and hung by her wrists. She swam in and out of consciousness. When she did wake up again, she was laying on her stomach, and her back burned. She tried to get up and winced, but eyeing the food in front of her was to great a temptation. She inched forward, keeping on her stomach as she reached for the food that was left for her and ate it.
After she ate, she used some of her healing magic on her back. It soothed some of the pain, but not much. A priest came in and bandaged her up without saying a word.
Hours had passed, and Grommar finally came in. She glared to him. "You disgust me! Just kill me and get it over with! I rather be dead then tortured!" She shouted.
"Hush she-elf!" Grommar growled to her and hit the table beside her. "I did get enjoyment from the pain in your eyes, but I don't want to break your body before I can enjoy it." He said as he caressed her hair softly.
"You caused me to lose a lot of men. More then half my raid! You got the punishment you deserved. Pets are supposed to be obedient. " The Orc stood and started to remove his armour.
"You get the night to rest. We head to a horde base camp tomorrow, then to Ogrimmar." The Orc covered himself with fur and fell asleep.
Mae hadn't slept much at all, during the night and she was awake by the time Grommar awoke. She was sitting up, ready to go after already eating some bread with butter. She stood slowly as Grommar was getting ready, knowing it would take her awhile to move to the Worg. The tent was then taken down and packed. The Worg licked at her face; for a fierce warbeast, he had a soft spot for her and knew she was in great pain.
She kissed the Worgs nose as she waited for Grommar.
"You're getting soft Bloodfang." Grommar teased, getting a deep growl in protest.
She laughed to the Worg and scratched his chin. " I still think your tough." She said softly to the beast. Grommar lifted her up onto the Worg carefully, but her skin stretched when he lifted to her and it was painful. Every step the Worg took hurt, Grommar would tug down her coat he had looted to check the bandages to make sure she was not bleeding.
Grommar waved over a shaman, and the shaman handed her a flask and told her to drink. She had no clue what was in it, but it was the most revolting thing she had ever tasted! It took everything not to spit it out. Soon the pain dulled and her eyes started to get heavy. Her head rested against the Orc.
She awoke, feeling a lot more rested. Her face was pressed against the green skin of the Orc. She was so comfortable, she almost did not want to move. A hand gently patted at her head before they continued on.
A week had passed and though her wounds were healing, mornings was the worst. The scabs forming on her were tight, and mornings consisted of stretching carefully to stretch out her skin and rubbing ointment on it. She could tell something was going on, the men that were left were looking more upbeat and exited. She sighed softly, missing her home. She had been on the road for only elune knew how long, a month? Two? They were on the waters for a week, which made her feel really uneasy.
Mae yawned as she woke, the brutal Orc was getting a soft spot for her, though he was tough, he would pat her every now and then; praise her for doing the behaviour that he liked. As much as she wanted to be tough back, she knew the pain in her back would not allow it, and her quick tongue would only get her in more trouble.
She looked up to the Orc, his black beard had good length on it; it had a ring around it and was hidden by the hair on his beard though, but you could tell that something was there. His head was bald, but the hair on the top of his head remained. It was put into a pony tail and had good length as well, reaching the nape of his neck.
Mae hadn't realized she never really fully checked the Orc out, being this close and having been laying against his chest, she had not much else to do on the ride thus she was able to examine him really well. His nose was pierced and he had metal band on one of his tusks, he had scars on his body. He had clearly seen lots of battles. Grommar grunted and looked down at her, he must of felt her looking at him. She blinked and quickly looked away. He handed her some bread and cheese, and she nibbled on the small meal.
Mae looked to the Raptor walking beside her, horde mounts were so different. She had seen plenty of Draenei mounts, but the Raptors were nothing like she had ever seen, or even the Undead horses. She froze when she heard the rider speak.
"Aye mon, go ahead." The Troll had seen her eyeing the mount. Ever since being kidnapped, the horde members of the raid had been cruel and ruthless, even the priest healing her seemed to just want to let her die. The Raptor made a hissing sound and its head moved startling her, causing her to pull back her hand. She huffed when the Troll laughed, and put her hand out towards the Raptor again. This time she patted the side of his neck gently.
"Woah." Mae said softly in her language, making the Troll look confused.
"He does not feel like anything I would of imagined him to feel like. I thought he would be dry and rough, but its pretty smooth… like a snake." She heard the Raptor hiss and stand tall, like it understood her.
"Oh don't take it to heart, there is nothing I can compare you too. You are unlike anything I really have seen." She said softly. She knew there were places of Raptors, but she never bothered to go.
"Sleep little cat." Grommar spoke to her. His voice was always so rough, so loud and it rumbled through her like thunder. He confused her greatly. Sometimes he was gentle, and it seemed so impossible with the big brute he was. Even when he was gentle he looked tough. Then there were moments where he seemed tough and cold and uncaring. She huffed, never having been partners with anyone, she didn't know if this was all men or just Orcs, or just the horde in general.
It was so hard to rest with the growing heat, anything lush and green turned to sand, which then turned to hard orange dirt. She woke up, frustrated and in pain. She just wanted to sleep and recover. She growled and sat up, blinking as she saw a giant wall, the horde symbol was giant across it. She leaned forward against the Worg. It smelled so different. Then her heart stopped when the realization hit her. They were going in there.
"I'm going to get killed." She whimpered to herself. Mae was horrified. She had no idea what the people of Ogrimmar would say. Clearly most the men here hated her, though she couldn't blame them. If someone got her people killed on purpose, she would hate them as well, not to mention their general had a odd fascination with her. She leaned back as they started under the bridge like wall, coming into the shadows. She sunk to the only safety she knew she had, and that was Grommar.