The Hunt

I realized I hadn't gone on and on about Humar for a while, and it occured to me that I could share with you a chapter of a story I've written on my own guild's forum. It is a bit taken out of context of the main story itself, but it is the version of me taming Humar. Chapter two of five, and I've not even finished chapter four and five yet. Anyhow, got bored, and decided I'd share it with you guys. This story takes place before the Horde had a solid hold on their outposts in Ashenvale.
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There was little movement in the dark corners of the cell. The only sound was the skittering of the rats, and the rhythmic clink of metal against metal. Elliena wondered what the future held in store for her, while she absentmindedly toyed with the chain that shackled her to the wall. The defense of Ashenvale had been a disaster from day one. The Horde was simply too strong and too fast for the Astranaar defenders to hold. She wondered wether or not Astranaar still stood. Ah well, she had done her part, and more, the two days Ashenvale was still Night Elf territory. Well, her and Humar, she amended to herself as she let her eyes drift towards the Black Lion resting next to her.
Elune be praised that they allowed him to live, or she would be dead as well. Dying with her hands locked around the neck of his killer. She thought back to the day she first layed eyes on this magnificent creature. It was in Horde territory of all things.

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