Eeri

I paced, eyes narrowed in thought. Giving a groan, I turned to Lue. "I don't understand why Garrosh is targeting us. I mean, I did nothing to him..." I muttered.

Lue thought for a moment and asked, "Are you sure? I remember you saying something about him attacking you when you first got into Azeroth. Could he know of your escape?"

My eyes narrowed even further. "Would he go to that extent to see me dead? There must be something more. He called me a human whelp, and threw me to die--meaning I had no value to him then. Perhaps he learned something, or found something out, to make us target," I suggested.

Lue considered this for a moment and slowly nodded. "Could be that we're from a different universe. Garrosh might see us as abominations, and we could now be a threat to him since we just cleared out two rather powerful entities," he finished. I gave a nod and began walking toward the portal.

"Well. Whatever the case, the guys need a rescue now. Let's move!" I exclaimed with a sigh. We were hunters without guardians now...but that wouldn't stop us. In fact, we were more lethal than ever because both those we cared about currently had their heads on the chopping block. 

We exited the dungeon/kingdom through the portal, and called upon our mounts. I summoned my black onyx panther, while Lue summoned his phoenix. We flew out of Dragonblight straight to Dalaran, meeting no resistance. I landed before a guard and grabbed him by the collar. He was a night elf a bit taller than I, so it was sorta funny.

"Provide to us a portal to Durotar. It's urgent... now!" I growled. My voice turned to a snarl. The guard widened his eyes in surprise, and for once I was glad to be intimidating. Things might get done faster this way.

"Do it," Lue chimed in, his voice low and dangerous. I glanced back to see his eyes glowing a dangerous fel green. He fixed them on the guard and emitted a low growl.

The guard couldn't take it. "Y-yes Ma'am!" he gasped. I let go and stepped away. He knew not to run, because we'd only chase him down and rip him apart if he did. Come on now, this was serious, every second wasted would cause for more suffering of the captives.

The guard snapped his fingers, summoning a glowing portal with the image of Durotar swirling within it. Lue and I stepped in quickly. I gave a nod of thanks to the guard before the swirling energy vanished for good. We were now in the unforgiving wasteland of Durotar...and now, we had a mission.

Unlike the first time, there was no orc guard to kick me into a rock. No one was around, and it was time to start walking. Lue and I didn't want to fly in because the guards would shoot us down in an instant. We would need to walk in pure line of sight to show that we were here and ready to fight.

Both Lue and I approached the front of Orgrimmar, now catching sight of the various members of the horde fighting. I caught the eyes of some, which immediately caused the battles to halt. Specifically, I stared to the rogue I saw the first time I was left here. He'd sliced at my face, from what I could recall.

I saw him creep up to us and appear before me. He thrust a knife forward, barely missing cutting my cheek a second time. Then, he spoke in a low, hostile voice. "Horde human. Fancy seeing you here. Did you come to die?"

I returned the glare and smiled somewhat. I grabbed his wrist, ignoring his gasp, and withdrew my knife, returning his original favor by slicing into his cheek. Then, I bared my teeth.

Clearing my throat, I promised, "No...I came to kill. I trust you won't get in my way. In fact, I hope that none of you do, because otherwise, you'll be the one I destroy." Lue stood next to me and gave a nod. Rather than falling back, the rouge threw back his head.

"Exiled Blood Elf and Human! Fully Hostile...Eradicate them!" he yelled.

I gave an annoyed grunt. "Hey Lue! They're in our way...Let's end them," I snarled.

Lue's eyes gleamed, and he mimicked my scowl. "Great idea Eeri. Sinthar and Callow are in there, and well, we've wasted too much time. Let's go!" he growled.

The bloodbath that followed wasn't as bad as usual, to be honest. Lue drew his bow and landed several arrows into an enemy troll. I swiftly dodged several blows from the rogue and ended him rather quickly by carving my knives into his chest. Blood stained the dirty ground, and soon the fighters in Durotar stepped aside.

I smiled and wiped the blood from my knives on my Horde jacket. Already, my black clothing was stained in red. Lue's armor was also splattered, and we pretty much looked like hunters from hell. That was a good thing, because we were about ready to go through it to rescue our friends.

Lueran

I had to admit... I was having fun. Just a little. I mean, we did have to get through, and those assholes  were in our way. We had to get through somehow, and violence was a perfectly reasonable answer in this instance. Plus, I loved the feeling I got when I shot my bow. It wasn't like I could do this on Earth! Together we could rip through any army, and we would to save our allies.

Anyway, as we walked along, the survivors of the last battle provided us with satisfyingly horrified stares. I caught Eeri smirking and rolled my eyes, grinning as well. Perhaps we were so worried and angry that we found just about everything amusing.

As we walked into Durotar, every orc turned his or her head. I caught Des giving a little wave to a few of them, of whom shot her glares but made no move to attack. She didn't have a chance to do much else--the parting crowds revealed Garrosh himself.

He stood in all his glory, fully armored in spikes and ivory. I gritted my teeth, because truthfully I never liked him all that much. Plus, he had my companions and friends. Oh, he was going to get it. Nothing prepared me for what I was about to see next. 

The huge orc stepped aside to reveal the war board. Tied to it, in chains, was Sinthar and Dreven. They had on no shirts and only shredded armor for pants. Everything else was gone, and they had several lash wounds on their chests and backs, no doubt from whips. Yet still they looked unafraid, fearsome even. Dreven was baring his fangs at Garrosh, while Sinthar let out a ferocious growl. Both of their eyes were glowing, Sinthar's a bright blue, Vlad's a bright red. However, as soon as their eyes fell on us, they filled with worry.

"Do you care about these elves? Hm... if you wish to see them alive, face me here. I won't take your lives with dishonor--you will have a chance to fight. If you shall succeed, I will release them," Garrosh said gruffly. "BRING OUT THE CAGE!" he yelled.

Out came a ton of orcs, all looking mean. They carried a huge cage--within it as Loki, Callow, Ghoul, and that darkfallen in blue from before. "I won't let you hurt them..." muttered Blue, fixing his eyes on Garrosh. The Warchief frowned. 

"And that undead elf refused to let me whip the pets. Ah well, more joy in saving the blows for you," he said, turning to both Eeri and I. He withdrew a whip and raised it. "Perhaps some motivation?" he asked.

I screamed with rage at that point, my ears ringing from Eeri's as well. For Garrosh raised the whip and brought it down on Sinthar and Dreven. A huge gash opened in both of their chests, and blood flowed thick down their flesh. I couldn't take it... I enraged. I felt myself grow, felt scales spread all over my body. My eyes glowed a deep, angry red, and I could see better than ever. Focusing on Garrosh, I lunged, aiming to rip into his chest. I would get revenge no matter what!

I let out a hiss as he brought a huge war axe down onto my back. A wound opened, causing me to snap my jaws in pain. Right as he came in for another blow, I saw a black form streak past me. Eeri, now in Wrath as well latched onto his arm with her jaws and pulled. She jerked her head back and forth, like in a frenzy. It was quite possible she could rip his arm clean off. Garrosh roared during this, and I decided it was time for me to do something as well.

I gave a snarl and launched at his legs. My fangs sunk into his red flesh, ripping and tearing through the first layers of his skin, then muscles, then bone in a matter of seconds. My fury strikes made blood spatter everywhere, especially on my face. But if this meant getting vengeance for Sinthar, then I could take it.

I heard a scream come from Eeri--Garrosh had my friend by the neck. He was squeezing tightly, and clearly his eyes were desperate. He had bitten off more than he could chew by challenging us. Still, though, he wanted to kill at least one of us. I refused to let that happen. Eeri thrashed left and right, shedding some of her own blood. Garrosh's grip was like iron, I could tell.

I bunched up my muscles and launched at Garrosh, sinking my fangs into his wrist. I wrapped my body around his arm, additionally squeezing as tightly as I could. Garrosh roared in pain and finally dropped Eeri. I saw the fox fall to the ground and gasp for breath. I could take the warchief while she recovered. While his arm was damage pretty well, he still was going strong. Despite his loss of blood in his leg, he could walk easily.

Garrosh ran at me, axe raised. I swiftly dodged a blow to my head, but he changed the swing at the last second to slice into my midsection. The blow swept me off balance and sent me slamming into the war board. I narrowly missed slamming into Sinthar himself. Giving a groan, I picked myself up. I felt arms wrap around me, almost holding me back. His voice came into my ear. "Don't do it Viper... I don't want you hurt..." Sinthar pleaded. His words were pointless. I was determined.

"I don't care. He hurt you horribly, Sinthar. For that, I need to stop him now!" was all I said. I righted myself and launched at Garrosh. He met my lunge with a swing of his axe, which managed to knock me to the ground. I saw Garrosh loom over me as he raised the weapon to end my life via decapitaiton.

Eeri

Rage was swirling within me. My teeth hungered to sink into flesh and rip it. I needed to end Garrosh. I'd never seen Drev so vulnerable, so hurt. This is how he must've felt when I almost was murdered by the Alliance. Well, Garrosh was going to die for this. I laid on the ground for a second, for the air had practically been squeezed out of my lungs. I was surprised at how his grip didn't snap my neck clean in half. 

I saw Lue slam into the war board then launch himself at the Warchief. I got to my paws as he was slammed to the ground, and now, Garrosh was about to chop off his head. With a slow grin, I determined that he was trying to accomplish the impossible. Because, for threatening Drev, Loki, and Lue, he was going to die rather painfully. I let out an insane growl and leaped at his axe-hand. I sank my fangs in deeply and whipped my head back and fourth, like a dog attacking a stuffed animal. Quite literally, I ripped his hand off. Blood poured from his wound and clouded my eyes. Garrosh screamed and fell back. Wrath faded for Lue, and he rolled to his feet and groaned, obviously weak from that blow.

I breathed heavily and watched the Warchief stumble back. We could end him, but my eyes turned to Drev. I shifted to human form and ran over. I inspected his wounds; he was on the ground, cringing in pain. That last wound had seriously split open his flesh and caused quite a bit of pain. I closed my eyes and gave him a hug. "Hey.. are you ok?" I whispered into his ear. I wanted to stay with him if he was in pain, and right then I wish I could heal. Unfortunately, hunters couldn't do much in that vein.

"I'm OK...Please, stop fighting him... I don't want you killed, I care for you..." Drev responded, a tear in his eyes now. I shot him a determined look. Bloodied from myself and everyone else, I gave him a huge hug. He returned it, stronger than I, as if he didn't want to let go.

"I need to. I care about you too, and that's why I refuse to let this go," I replied. I knew that Lue was talking to Sinthar as well from the sounds of his protests and Lue's determination to go on. We really were not going to give up now.

I stood, after wrapping Drev's wound's in some bandages. I gave him a surprise kiss on the cheek and whirled. Garrosh was wrapping his decapitated hand to his wrist... and moved his fingers. Somehow, he had healed. And he was angry. However, he wasn't stupid. I saw a look in his eyes that I didn't like.

"Well then Outlanders, You've proven your worth. But I have other things to take care of than pathetic Earth humans. From my researchers, I know of your world. Perhaps I will visit it, in time. For now, however, I have my true Horde to work on," he snarled, turning to step into a portal that had formed behind him to who knows where...

I held my head with a groan, collapsing from my wounds. The amount of blood I lost from the axe cuts was barely bearable. "Eeri...Eeri?!" I heard Lue mutter. I turned my head to see my friend lying a few feet away.

"Lue? What...what happened?" I asked.

"Think this is that rumored start of the new expansion. But we somehow fucked it up," he replied to me before looking from our chained up allies to the caged companions. "But, let's not worry about that now. We've got some recovery to do." After taking a moment to glance around, he added, "And I think we proved to these people we need business, eh?"

We weren't met with resistance, at least, as we wrapped up the adventure.

*****

Eventually we were able to truly rest and talk things out with one another. These portals to other worlds were no doubt going to be a growing concern. But well, after that, perhaps we'd be able to handle it. Only time would tell.

Author's note: Hey. I wrote this fanfiction many years ago, and it was vastly different than what I've turned it into. The premise remains the same, but the characters were changed almost completely. It was, to be honest, very badly written. In its state now, it's at least halfway decent. Hopefully you enjoyed reading it more than I did editing it, hahaha! But, really. If you want to read some worlds that I made myself, consider checking out my "Kingdoms of Blood" series. There's information in the description on my profile. Otherwise, I likely won't be writing another fanfiction in this 'world' I've built. I've moved on from it. Don't fret! My writing nowadays is much better.