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Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon nodded. Yes, Leloo. Her name mean wolf in a dialect of one of the many Tauren tribes. Long before there were an Alliance or a Horde, their people and mine were friends joined by our love of nature and the natural world of Azeroth and the bounty of its lands. It is hard for me to be their enemy now. But my people joined the Alliance when the Orcs arrived through the Dark Portal. And his joined the orcs in the Horde, as their capitols are relatively close together and they didn't want humans encroaching on their tribal hunting grounds. So when I tamed her, I named her for those tribes before the war. To honor the past, and hope for a better future. In truth, he shared many of the Tauren's philosophies over those of his Alliance counter parts. The humans wanted to bend the land to their will. The dwarves were drunks that lived in the mountains, literally. Gnomes? Please those steam addled tinkerer's were the bane of nature as they tried to improve it. Her people were noble, but their reliance on techno magics often hurt the land in unexpected ways. But unlike the Gnomes, they at least understood that the land needed to be taken care of. Perhaps was what losing two planets to the Burning Legion did to a proud race, reinforcing in them how precious the land beneath their hooves truly were. The Lodge is less a place of sleep than a place to gather to discuss all things hunter. We will likely only be there part of the time, as much of a hunter's true training can happen in the wild. The only lodging, is the building I have been granted as Hunt master. There is but one bed, so unless you plan to join me, you will need to make yourself comfortable with a bed roll either inside or out, he looked at her apologetically. As they found the two wolves in a small park around a monument, they came upon a scene that answered her question all too well. Leloo was digging into the manicured grass, tearing it up. Procyon sighed, his face in his hand. Leloo, heel! he commanded and the ice blue spirit wolf stopped and instant came to his side nuzzling her master's hand. Leaning down to her level, he gazed into the wolves bright and playful eyes, How many times have I told you? You're a wolf, not a dog.. And that means no digging up the garden... That there was no point to this conversation, she scratched her head and motioned for her and the other wolf to fall in place with them. Turning back to Khora he smiled, Hati, the other wolf is bound to me by the artifact weapon I wield. As such, she is far less playful. She died protecting Titanstrike, the titan forged rifle. To bring her back, I bound her to the gun as if she was tamed, but it changed both her, and the gun into the bow you now see.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

His tale of Leloo's naming was a good one, one which increased her opinion of him as a person. She knew he was a good Hunter, he would have had to be to gain his title, but as an individual she knew nothing of him. She would slowly begin to put together her own assessment of him, but for the moment he was shining in a rather decent light. Their talk shifted to her question of lodging and she nodded in understand. Very well... She smiled, assuring him that she was not bothered by his answer. She would be perfectly content on a bed roll, because for the moment she was not going to consider sharing a bed with him. She didn't know how seriously he had meant such a comment, but she didn't respond to it. For all she knew, such a scenario would lead to a lesson. Khora stopped herself from rolling her eyes, instead focusing on their search for his wolves. They stopped when the two wolves came into view, and Khora stood quietly, trying not to laugh at the scene she was witnessing. The blue spirit wolf was digging away in the nicely clipped grass, making a rather large mess of the area. Khora had to lift a hand to hid her smile, knowing it was probably less funny and more obnoxious for Procyon. At least Leloo stopped when ordered, quickly coming to heel at her master's side. Her gaze shifted to take in Hati, appreciating the quiet wolf for what and who she was. Her story was indeed an intriguing one. You certainly have an interesting selection of companions... She remarked, softly and without judgement. Did you always wish to work with animal companions? She asked curiously. Was becoming a Hunter always your passion? These were the things that were important to Khora. She wanted to know what drove him to be what he was. Had he been fueled by revenge? Or genuine interest in the Hunt? Had he been mentored by someone that had inspired him to become what he was? Such things set the groundwork for an individual and Khora found it was such groundwork that built a person's morals, regardless of race. An individuals morals were what Khora based her judgements of others on. She had high morals, and took loyalty and respect very seriously. But also Khora's interest in becoming a Hunter went beyond any thoughts of revenge or the desire to fight for her race.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon smiled as he remembered his past. It had been a strange one certainly. As a small child in the original version of Suramar, he had dreamed of being a wizard, an telemancer, controlling the portals in and out of the famed Elven capital. Before the breaking. Before his peoples change, when the ones he was with turned to the night and became the Night Elves of today. Ten thousand years ago. It seemed like yesterday. I wanted to be a Telemancer, the sort of wizard the Highborne would use to control the connection of the Ley Lines and portals that fed Ancient Suramar. Of course, they still do, though its much different now that the Nightborn are in there, the remnants of my people that didn't get separated from the the city in the Breaking. Once my people landed in Teldrassil, we turned our back on magic for a long time. We felt that magic was what had brought the Legion in the first place, and outside of our priests should be left well enough alone. So I turned to the only path that to me seemed to benefit my people, I took up the bow. Giving her a warm smile, he shrugged, Then, like you, I was seen as a progeny, and that I would become great at the hunt. I was sent to the great huntress Alleria Windrunner. She taught me, as I will teach you. Before she and Turalyon left with the Army of the Light to take the war to the Legion. When I met her again, all these years later on Argus. Well to say it was a powerful moment would be an understatement. Did you know that is her bow I carry? A gift from her sister, Vanessa, when I rescued her from the Legion. Smirking slightly, Now you know why no matter our war, nor the crimes she has committed since her death, I could never strike down the Banshee Queen. To me she will always be Sylvans Windrunner, the third sister of our greatest family. I fight because I must, I kill because I must, like any true hunter, I kill only when necessary for the greater good. Never for sport. Even why I hunt game that isn't for food, it is to maintain the balance of nature. As they stopped at a large beautiful estate, one of white adobe and large arched open doors, he smiled, Can I invite you inside? I have things I need to pack before returning to the Lodge.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Khora hoped to hear more about Procyon's history as her training went on, for he certainly appeared to have a story worth telling. She enjoyed what he had told her so far, and it only further increased her opinion of him. You carry her bow? Her eyes were a little wide, obviously curious and interested by the fact. He didn't fight because he wanted to, nor kill because it was sport. He did only what was necessary for the good of society. Khora crossed her arms and regarded him curiously. Velen had been wise to send her to Procyon for training. The man had his head in the right place, at least from what she could tell. Being so lost in his story, Khora didn't notice that they had stopped at first. When she glanced to the side she saw the large estate. Oh course...Lead the way... Khora motioned that she would follow him. She waited for him to turn before she slipped behind him, following him into the large estate. She was eager to learn his art of the Hunt. Khora wanted to explore and see the world for what it was. Exodar was her home, but it had become boring to her early on in life. There was a deeply rooted desire for exploration and discovery in her, a desire she knew she could fulfill while training to become a Hunter. While she had other motives as well, her interest in the knowledge and wisdom such explorations could offer was high. I rebelled against what others wished of me... Khora commented after a few moments of silence. I was encouraged to pursue a class that focused more deeply with magic... She made an expression of annoyance, But I did not wish for such a path... A sigh escaped her and she moved from behind Procyon, to beside him, glancing at him, It took many years to cease the pressure... Khora smiled fondly, Velen aided in such matters...He is much of the reason I have made it as far as I have... Khora remembered the early years of her studies. Everyone wished to be a mage, or a paladin, some even preferred the path of a warrior. But she was never interested in the journeys those paths would take her. Draenei were not always involved in the ways of Hunting, but she was thankful that they had eventually developed a need for such a class. Otherwise, she feared she never would have found a niche to call her own. She would have been unhappy with anything else. Pushing away her thoughts she turned to the present once more, Are we to make way to the lodge immediately after you pack? Or do you have more to finish here? Her enthusiasm was obvious from her tone, Or shall I go ahead?
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon gave pause at her question. His first thought, although it should have been his last he knew, was to invite her upstairs, then see if she survived a seduction attempt. But as they had just enjoyed a very good conversation to base their professional relationship on, he didn't think it wise to try anything just yet. Better for her to get to know him a little, and let things happen. So instead he shrugged, I have to pack, I want to check my stabled friends before I head out. Maybe take one last hot bath before the road, so you don't start to cover your nose when I try to teach you something. Grinning at her, I'd invite you to join me, but that might be crossing the line a little bit, even for me. If you want to go on ahead, you certainly can. There is an eagle at Krasus' Landing waiting for you. She will take you to the lodge. There he had said it, but in a joking manner that she would hopefully take as such. Of course, if she suddenly decided she wanted to join him, he certainly wouldn't argue. That was the hard part of being in the field all the time. You love life tended to suffer. While he had been blessed with a number of fine lovers since the war started, none seemed to last long. Not that he could blame them, really. He was often times gone for months on end, sometimes even more, when he was in town, it was rarely for more than a week. Having twice tried to get involved with women who were in his company when he was working against the fortresses of evil, that hadn't worked either. Both times, after heated passion, the idea of trying to be serious was too much for them, and so he was alone again. Not that he really minded, it did give him the independence and freedom to take advantage of openings that he might miss in a relationship. But having somebody to keep your bedroll warm from time to time while out in the frozen lands of Northrend or some of the other cold places that his work took him wouldn't be amiss.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Khora regarded him with a small hint of amusement, Mmm. Well a shame I am not in need of a bath She commented with a twist of her lips. Seems you'll have to scrub your back on your own A small laugh brightened her features for a moment until she stifled it. I shall continue on ahead...to Krasus Landing She explained her plan in a somewhat distracted tone. I assume I will see you by nightfall? Khora inquired curiously, making a mental list while she awaited a response. She planned to collect a few necessities on the way to Krasus Landing so that she was fully prepared to start her journey in training. But she wanted to be sure she was waiting for him when he arrived. If he was going to be awhile she would be sure to take her time, but if he wouldn't be far behind she would skip some of her more comfort based stops. The temptation for a hot bath was actually a lot stronger than she thought it would be, and she caught herself glancing at the stairs that would lead to where Procyon would bathe. Khora frowned, unhappy with the direction of her thought. The comforting warmth would not be worth the shift in their early relationship. She didn't want to risk ruining the opportunity that Velen had gotten arranged for her. So Procyon would need to keep his bathing offers to himself, at least for the moment. Khora hid a smile as she turned, glancing back to the front door. She really needed to get going. She waited for him to comment before she turned and left.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyon nodded, smirking at her comment of the bath. Teasing her back, he said, Just think of the training you're missing by not scrubbing my back. That takes fine motor skills after all. He laughed softly at himself, lest she not realize that he was teasing. Did he want her to stay, of course. But there would be other times, when she would be more comfortable with the idea perhaps. I will be there by nightfall, yes, so take your time. I have a few tasks here, and then one or two in the city to take care of before I leave. I had very short notice of your arrival. So rather than get ready, I prepared to meet you and know something of you. I'd say it was worth it. Once she had left, he went up to bath and shave. He took his time, not wanting to rush his last hot bath. Once complete, he packed up his gear and clothing, before checking on his pets. While the two traveled with him, he easily had a dozen or more at the stables to use in special instances. And to watch his home in his absence. Once he was satisfied, he headed out into the city while sending his gear on ahead. He had three tasks left stop back at the inn to get dried meals for the road and a ration of mead, stop at the stablemaster's to make sure somebody came to check on his animals and clean their pens while he was away, and lastly the bowyer's to collect enough arrows for a month out in the wild for two hunters.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Witnessing the scene in the Legerdomain he was surprised to see the innkeeper toss anyone out. What sort of trouble did this woman cause to get her blacklisted from the inns? In this day and age of tentative peace, she should have had no problems. Something was amiss, and his curiosity got the better of him. Taking his package, he stepped outside to follow the young woman, only to find she hadn't gone far. Moving to her, he gazed into those blazing green eyes with his golden ones. So, he said quietly, I couldn't help but overhear that exchange, what was all that about? You don't look like a troublemaker to me. Though perhaps not quite dressed for Dalaran. Have you recently come Stormheim? Or perhaps Northrend? Or did you just grab the wrong armor on the way out the door? The tone was light, playful, and genuine. Procyon had no arguments with his Sindorei cousins. They had retained their pale skin and hair, at the cost of addiction to magic. While he wouldn't wish that on anyone, he did envy them their beauty. He had very nearly married one before they joined the Horde. As a result, his son was cut off from him except for rare instances where he was granted immunity to visit Silvermoon. Most Horde knew him, and knew his heart wasn't in the racial war. He only fought to defend his people. As such it was not unheard of for him to be treated as a welcome friend among the Horde when it was a small group. He had drank many an ale or mead with orcs and tauren, even the occasional troll. My name is Procyon, Huntmaster of the Unseen Path. While our governments are at odds, I have no ill will towards my Sindorei cousins. Perhaps I could be of help? He told her firmly yet in a friendly manner. Though his eyes could hardly leave her figure, which while hidden under fur lined gear, was still supple and enticing.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

The door beside her opened and she slowly dragged her gaze up to meet the the golden hues of the night elf. She hadn't been the most polite when she brushed past him and she was fully expecting to get told as much, but instead his tone was playful and light. It was honestly refreshing and her immediate guard was lowered. Northrend... She commented, replying to one of his questions. Aereth glanced down at her armor again and held back a scowl. She did need to change. The elf made a note to buy something as soon as she had a chance. I'm not a troublemaker... She stated, pulling her shoulders back and righting her posture. Out of habit she felt the need to stand tall and prideful, she wanted to be cold towards the stranger in front of her, but he was being kind. Procyon. The Huntmaster. Aereth frowned, but nodded in greeting. Aereth... She stated simply, glancing away when he mentioned that he could help her. She did need help, she wasn't exactly having the best luck on her own. But did she want the help? He had stated he had no quarrels with her or blood elves in general. Some relief softened the tension in her shoulders and she nodded slightly, Hmm. I appear to be out of...the current events...? She forced herself to retain a bored expression, though she was clearly irritated at the topic. One doesn't hear much while kicking snowballs among Northrend... She vaguely explained, For ten years.... A shifty glance brought her gaze back to his own. Such has caused some clashes with the local guests of a few Inns... A sigh escaped her and she pushed away from the building's exterior. I surely didn't mean to start arguments...But others appear to be rather sensitive... Her shoulders lifted in an unconcerned shrug. Aereth caught his focus as it lingered in areas that certainly weren't her face. A small grin turned her lips upward and she let her expression reveal her amusement at his lingered gaze. Placing a hand on her hip, she regarded him curiously. See something you like? she mused, Are you sure that isn't a motive in your welcoming offer of aid? She challenged.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

Procyom chuckled softly. Somehow, he couldn't quite see this little hellion as throwing snowballs. But that was fine, he wasn't one for excessively docile women. Docile was alright for the short term, but if you wanted something long lasting, a woman who could hold her own against any man was far more exciting. Shrugging that she had caught him appraising her figure, he said playfully, Hard to say under all that fur, might need to get you some clothes appropriate for the climate. He gave her a soft wink in case she missed the playfulness. As his wolves appeared near him, he looked down at them and petted each gently before telling them to go for now. Likely she didn't need two wolves sticking their noses in her crotch at this particular moment. So, Aereth, he started quitely, a lot has happened in the last ten years while you were building snowmen up there. I understand your thoughts on the place, I spent four years up there myself. The most recent twist to Azeroth in the time you've been freezing is that currently we are in an uneasy truce between the factions, which means you and I don't need to be enemies. As I have a son who is of your people, I find myself more open minded regarding our mutual racial heritage. Once we were the same people after all. Motioning her to walk with him, he waited for her to move before continuing, Is my physical attraction the driving force to aiding you? I won't lie and say it's not involved, but I tend to try to be friendly when not looking at somebody along the length of an arrow. Killing is what I must do, not something I care for. The world we live in is complicated, both sides feeling betrayed for good reasons, and in the right for good reasons. Ultimately, this war is between the Orcs and their allies vs the Humans and theirs. Our branches of the Elven family chose different sides for various reasons. But that doesn't mean we need to fight. I almost married a Sindorei once. Like you, a mage. From a powerful family, she turned to heavily to the war after the defeat of the Lich King, unlike her sisters who saw the division being fueled by the racial hatreds of a few.
Thread: Orcs, Draenei, and Elves OH MY! (Sera and Procyonix)

She couldn't argue with his comment, even playful as it was. It was a necessity she couldn't ignore. It had been much too long that she'd suffered beneath the furs required for Northrend. She longed to have the smooth, flat expanse of her abdomen uncovered and free to breathe. Not to mention her legs. She wanted to uncover them more than anything. Aereth grumbled softly, irritated further at her armor. If you have a reputable merchant...I do wish to shed some of this suffocating clothing... Her eyes rolled, but then immediately fixed on the two large wolves that approached their apparent master. Aereth watched silently, relaxing when Procyon dismissed them to go elsewhere. She wasn't in the mood. As he explained a little about what had happened in her absence, she blocked out her other concerns. One thing that did stick out in her mind was the information that he had a son. She decided not to comment on it, letting him continue speaking. Aereth wanted to learn as much as she could before he decided to go on his way, because that was what she assumed was going to happen. She walked beside him as he continued. He'd almost married a Sindorei? Her eyes widened slightly and she inched closer, You truly feel as such? She asked. You would have married her? Aereth sounded surprised, because from where she'd come from- that didn't happen. After leaving her brother she'd been shoved to Northrend, she hadn't had much involvement with a peace between the races. Satisfied that he truly meant her no offense or harm, she decided is help was very much desired. Very well.. She turned a smile towards him, Help me find a place to stay tonight? And your favorite shop for me to select new attire... She inquired, And advise me to what I need to know regarding the last ten years...while I was... A slender brow rose, building snowmen... A silken laugh parted her lips and she shook her head, I'm sure we can come to some arrangement for me to thank you for your troubles. I assume a Huntmaster has better things to do than help a troublemaker?