User:Ashbear160/Raohurs Thistlepaw

A young furbolg stood over the corpse of his hunt, his first, a young doe covered in black fur, inexperienced with hunter's trick's, it fell easily to him, struggled little and died quickly with a sudden neck snap.
 * Raohurs Thistlepaw Dream

Looking towards the corpse with a proud sense of achievement, put the corpse on his back and walked backed to Thistlefur Village, hoping his mother, would at least take pride in his son first hunt, she never expressed any feeling and had a deep apathy towards him, but he loves her unconditionally.

Trough the haze of ashenvale, he approached his home at the edge of the village, dumping the corpse and running towards it has he glimpsed the destroyed entrance, hoping that his mother was safe, but inside he only saw blood and the corpse of his mother has a green drake feasted on her, her heart in his mouth as him gulped it down.

The green drake seeing the new arrival, jumped towards him, opening his jaws he took a bite of the furbolg chest, and then took another bite at his intestines filled with disgust, then his breathless lungs, then his broken heart, in a feast of gore, flesh and blood splattered the walls, has the beast moved his jaws to his eyes filled with fury, he woke up.

Panting with heat of the nightmare, he sweared to himself once again, that he would destroy the one that killed his mother, a green drake that continually stalked his dreams and turned it into nightmares.

Awakening in fury, he prepared himself with what he had left in the small camp-site he improvised, and continued stalking the thief that stole most of his treasures and weapons.
 * Dragon Hunter, Blue

The thief was a drake, a black one, attacked the Furbolg with a handful of dragonspawn in the previous night, the furbolg killed them all, except the drake which with luck and in the rush of the moment, managed to escape with his bags, but not before the furbolg destroyed his wings webbings, stopping him from flying away, trough the dragon managed to outrun him, he knew where he was, it was his "gift".

He felt that the drake was close, very close, as he was heading south towards the Wyrmbogs, however he would not reach it the furbolg thought. Soon the furbolg reached a river and it seemed like his prey was travelling downstream, looked like the fastest way to the bogs, an error the drake would soon regret. He touched the blue crest embedded in his armour, made almost entirely of dragon scales of almost all types and sizes, and he dived into the river, the current wasn't too strong, so he hold his breath and touched the blue crest again and casted a spell and vanished in the liquids.

Blink, a spell he disdained, especially underwater. He rushed to land and sensed that he was further ahead than the drake, much further, but not by much, he quickly hid behind a tree, and prepared a few spells in his mind for the small battle that would follow.

But the drake was no fool and noticed the smell of furbolg and as he casually approached the tree, he set it on fire with his flame breath. - A foolish thing to do, hiding from a dragon. - the drake mocked. - Indeed. - claimed the furbolg as he appeared behind the dragon using a Tactical Blink and quickly cast a frost nova to freeze the dragon in his place. Surprised but still focused, the drake stated - And never stay behind a dragon. - after taking a swipe as the furbolg with his tail, which pushed him towards the left of the drake near to the drakes's left limbs, the furbolg promptly exclaimed slightly coiling from the pain in his sides - Dragon? you're barely a drake, whelp. - and hurled a frost bolt followed by a arcane bolt at his left hind leg, the dragon roared in pain. - See no pain tolerance at all, only a big whelp. - stated the furbolg, as the dragon took a swipe with his left foreleg, but the furbolg had already invoked a mana shield, repelling the swipe, and moved towards his hind leg, using both his claws and his fist weapons he ripped and slashed, crippling him, as the frost nova slowly eroded from his hind legs, the drake quickly turned his tail on the furbolg putting him in front of him and then slammed the furbolg against the still-burning tree, a lethal move that would have his organs bursting from his mouth had not been the mana shield he had invoked earlier, which was now eroding away.

Holding him to his neck against the tree with his right foreleg, while the flames seared the furbolg's back, the drake exclaimed - Any last word, you furry mongrel. - As the dragon took a swipe with his left claws. - I'll let my breath do the talking. - and opening is mouth wide unleashed a arcane breath at the drake forelegs and head, the drake fell backwards and brought his forelegs to his face while grawking in pain.

- What no roars? - mocking the young drake - well I'm almost out of mana anyway. - said the furbolg as the young drake tried to push him away with his weak and ripped wings. And as the furbolg slowly approached towards the drake's front, he exclaimed - You did a lot of mistakes, the first one was running away with my stuff, the second running alongside a river, the third was giving me time with last words - as the furbolg grabbed the drake by it's horns - I would've let you run too, since you need a little more maturing before your body had enough quality to be sold on the market. - approaching his face towards the drake face he said - Well, any last words - and as the drake was about to expel flames, the furbolg slashed the drake's neck, killing him instantly.

- Do you think I'm stupid or something? - he said - well it seems tonight I bathe in the titan's blessing. - exclaimed the furbolg, bringing his blood-filled fingers to his blood-filled face and licked the blood, and with a expression of disgust he said - Like I said terrible quality. - He removed the bag around the drake right hindleg, and looked inside, thankful that everything was inside, and with a sigh of relief he picked a beautifully carved knife from inside of the bag and said - Now to prepare your body, maybe I'll get some profit from you, still if I don't it's always a boost to my black crest - removed the blue crest from his chest, and put it inside the bag, pulling a black one in it's stead, and inserted it into his armour.

- Hmm, your leather is soft I think i could make a good loincloth out of it. - the furbolg mocked as he analysed the fresh corpse.