Taming the Beast (Part III)

Trabyna looked deep into the tiger’s green eyes and let her spirit sink into them, as Thotar had taught her. She was vaguely aware of the animal’s snarling roar as she plunged into the deep, dark place outside of herself where she would meet the spirit of the tiger she was trying to tame and try to convince it to give up its life of freedom.

Trabyna’s First Kill (Part II)

Padak Mrogdish turned out to be a grizzled Orc warrior. He told Trabyna that he was going to Sen’jin Village to visit a friend, so escorting her to The Valley of Trials wasn’t really out of his way. Trabyna looked at the aging Orc and wondered how much protection he could offer but as he strode through the Orgimmar Gate he set a brisk pace, proving that appearances were deceptive; getting on in years he might be, stiff and slow he was not. The walk to Razor Hill was uneventful, in fact a little dull as Padak proved to be a rather taciturn companion. They stopped for some lunch, more to escape the blazing heat of the midday sun than from a need to rest. Once on their way again Trabyna got to see the old warrior in action. All of a sudden Padak stopped and raised a finger to his lips. Trabyna followed his gaze and saw a large scorpid heading towards them; she had seen similar creatures in the distance from the safety of Orgrimmar but never this close. All of a sudden Padak charged and, faster than Trabyna’s inexperienced eye could follow, swung his sword, despatching the creature with a single blow.

How Trabyna Became a Hunter (Part I)

“You useless, worthless…” Megdar paused, casting around for a suitable insult to hurl at her daughter. Trabyna bowed her head and steeled herself for what she knew was coming next. “Oh why didn’t the Gods bless me with a son” wailed Megdar. “Why did they have to burden me with a useless daughter?” Trabyna kept her head down and stared at the floor, steeling herself against the rising anger that burned inside her; she didn’t dare raise her head and look at her mother, she didn’t think she’d be able to reign in her anger if she looked her mother in the eye.