World Of Warcraft One Shot

Dense, tall trees cloaked the sky and unwieldly vines lined themselves along the jungle floor. There was no such thing as 'too careful' in Ashenvale, it was not just beast, man or demon that set out to kill an unprepared traveller, even some of the rugged horticulture would swallow a lost soul whole, leaving little more than footprints and their echoing screams. Fortunately for you, you had lots of experience in environments like this.

Like an erupting volcano a grumbling roar followed the snapping of twigs and a shadow falling onto you from behind, you spun around, bow drawn, only to be met with a swiping bear, its paw knocking you against a tree and sending your bow tumbling across the floor. A small, saw-tooth dagger rested on your hip, its bone handle brushed against your fingertips but before you could grab it an arrow pinned into the tree, embedding itself in the miniscule gap between the two.

The bear sat ready to strike, its eyes fixated on you, drool seeping out of its jagged and cut-throat mouth, there was something familiar about this bear.

"Rexxar?" You called out, hoping for a friendlier response. "Rexxar you can come out now...". A tall, hooded figure crept out from behind one of the thick jungle trees, you could not make much out thanks to the protective shade, but you could make out a myriad of scars lining its arm, your heart was able to rest.

"How do you know my name?" He called out, his bow still drawn and pointed towards your chest, the bear still ready to attack.

"We tracked a beast together in Stranglethorn a few years back. Please don't hurt me...". Words struggled to escape from your mouth and when they did, they were broken and in struggled sentences.

"My apologies. Down Misha." The bear immediately resumed a normal stance, it even rubbed its nose against your hand like any farmstead dog. "The locals are not the biggest fan of me here, yet, there is no other path to my destination, so I cannot help pass through. I thought you may have been one of them hunting me and Misha down, we have had many... altercations."

"As long as when I turn around you don't intend place one of those arrows through me, I intend no harm."

Rexxar whistled and ran his thick fingers through Misha's rough, bristly fur and before you could blink him and her had both disappeared."

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Written by Aaron.