(AN) Thank you first for reading and second (hopefully) is that thing I forgot to put in before..if you recognize it from WoW then I don't own it, just borrowing it. Also for those who play, I am using quests and maps and info that is real info from the game, check it out if you want. The location used as the caravan ambush site can be found on the Mulgore map just north of the lake and there is an icon on the map for it.

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Sierra woke to the feel of silken fur and a deep rumble under her cheek. She lay there for a moment trying to remember what had happend. The guards laughing at her when she found out that she was to be married to a goblin, fighting to escape repeatedly, and the final straw of being drugged to keep her quiet. Then the images became confused, some one screaming, a Tauren roaring, darkness again, and then a shadow. She lay there as the thoughts came faster and faster, reaching out feeling fur, some one touching her, her body arching as the feel of pleasure and pain mixed to creat a new sensation, her mind shattering as she came for the first time in her short and sheltered life.

Oh gods!! Her mind reeled as she relized that she was no longer a virgin and she sat straight up only to feel an arm tighten around middle. Looking at her captor she was stunned to see that she was laying on a very large Tauren. He was very tall and thickly furred and had huge forward facing horns, like a bull. He was very terrifing to the sheltered Blood Elf. He scared her more when he opened one huge blue eye to glance at her.

Harrakin felt it when she awoke and wondered what the girl would do. He could tell that the drugs were out of her system if only by her scent, but he could also tell that she was a bit uncertain. When she attempted to bolt he simply tightened his arm. He could feel her lithe body and the sleek muscles under her thin satiny skin. A single inhale filled his lungs with her spicy musk and her hint of fear, and he opened one eye to look at her.

Sierra stared down at him terrified over what could and probably would happen next. Taking a closer look at him she noticed for the first time that he seemed to be covered in scars. Along his for arm was a ragged scar that she thought had to have been caused by a wild animal. Her eyes shifted to a scar on his chest, very neat and only about five inches long, a small sword or a dagger perhaps.

He watched her eyes as they shifted over him and he growled in anger. "I do not need your pity Elf. They are badges of honor not a thing of pity."

Her eyes flashed for a moment as they turned to him. "It was not pity Sir! I do not think for a moment that you need my pity. I simply felt that such wounds meant that you had seen some sort of combat," Her voice turned soft "the only pity I have is for those that died by your hand."

He looked at her closer with her last statment. Her hair was the deep red of sunset and her eyes glowed a soft green, far lighter than he had known other Blood Elves to. She had a temper as well and wondered if her temper was the reason the guards had drugged her in the first place. He smirked at the thought and moved to sit up. She was so tiny that he could sit up with no problem at all and still keep her from close in his lap. At nearly eight feet tall he dwarfed her completely, and he smiled as he tucked her to his side.

She felt him move her and she thought about trying to stand but he tucked her so close and warmly that she thought better of the idea. It was cold now even in Mulgore and she had nothing to shield her from the elements. Her body was not used to the change in tempatures and soon she was shivering. She looked around and wondered where she could possibly set a fire or maybe find some of her clothes. He caught her looking around and relized she was cold, standing up he gently set her on her feet.

"Here," he handed her what appeared to be a lage cloak. He watched as she struggled to pull the massive thing around her and couldn't stop the laughter as she arranged it around her self, looking very much like a very small child trying on her fathers clothes.

"What are you laughing about!" Her anger got the best of her as she turned on him. "It is not my fault that I have nothing to wear. It seems some Barbarian ripped them off of me. If you think this rag makes up for the loss of a wardrobe that probably cost more than your entire familiy makes in a year then you are an incredibly stupid annimal!" Her torent of words ceased as her brain caught up to her mouth.

He simply stared at her for a moment, digesting her words and the passion she displayed. He wasn't offended as she was most likely correct but he could hardly belive that the weak and delicate elf had been capable of telling off some one who out wieghed her by at least three times. Never saying a word he stalked up to here. Her lack of cringing made his every instinct rage. If she could stand up to him then she could perhaps be worthy of more than just being a slave, perhaps she could be a true consort. "You are either very stupid Elf or very couragous. I suggest you figure out which one rather quickly. You will not be marrying a goblin, you will not be marring at all. You own nothing, you are only a possesion. Your only worth determined by you abilities and my opinions of them. You would do well to remember that." His voice was calm and he waited fro her reaction.

"Excuse me! You do not own me. No one owns me!"

He broke in at the point, "So you wanted to marry a goblin?" the sarcasm dripped from his question,

"What? No I didn't want to marry a goblin. That was duty to the family and I didn't know it was a goblin until a short while ago." Her voice slightly confused.

"So your duty to your family includes selling yourself to the highest bidder? Doesn't that make you a whore?" He was enjoying needling her.

"Of course not. It was supposed to be a joining of our families. I was going to be taken care of." Her voice was soft for a moment and then the fire flared. "It doesn't matter, my choices are my own. You have had your reward now you can leave me in peace. I can make my own way, I don't need your help."

He couldn't help it, he had to smirk at her high handed and arrogant remarks. "Just where do you think you will be able to go. There are creature here that won't hesitate to tear you apart and eat you, others who will think nothing of rapeing you. I don't mean just once either. They will fuck you in every hole, and enjoy your screams. They will beat you and tie you so you do not escape. They will not care who you are and you will be nothing but a toy for them. I do not think you understand the realities of your situation." He watched her face as he spoke wanting to see how she would hold herself. Most Elves would break down thinking that they could not survive what he had described. He felt pride as he watched her draw herself up and steel herself against his words. She was strong and he knew she would need it to survive in the world around her. "Your parents won't want you back, you're tainted goods now. Niether will your intended. You only have one option left, and that is take your chances with me." He turned and walked a short distance away where the wagon was still sitting.

She watched him walk away and tried to think about the situation. She would have to get some stuff from the wagon not the least of which was new clothes. Beyond that she knew little of the area around here and what little she did know was only the places where business was or would be cunducted. He was right in some ways but she could survive. She would learn from him and learn to survive with out the niceties of the city.

They were both lost to thought for the moment, niether saw the approach of the flat land cougar. It stalked up near the bodies of the guards just near the wagon. Sierra glanced up at the wagon and never even though about her next action. Her hands lifted and soon there was a blast, a fire ball streaming towards the beast. It screamed and turned towards it attacker. Franticly she tried to replicate the maneuver and this time it seemed to gather in her hands before releasing in a firy burst. Harrakin crashed out of the back of the wagon in time to see the cats body fall at her feet. The look of shock and pleasure on her face made him feel pride at his choice. Yes, she was a keeper even if she didn't know it yet.

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(More AN) Ok I will be adding to this at least once a week. I am sorry about theshort chapter but I will have a much longer one up after the first of the year. Happy Holidays, Have a happy Yule season , and may all be safe and with those they love. My heart goes out to the guys, The ones who keep the peace and those who guard it with there lives. May you have a few moments of peace in this holiday season. Thank you to all the soldiers, Good luck. We miss you.