Grommash Hellscream

You were not one for adventure but did indeed habor a rare skill in healing. A potent healing method that can cure anything. But in short terms, you're a herbalist.

"You seem shaken. Are you alright, healer?"

Indeed you were, the fight shaken you by no means, yet decide to bear with it. Move forward even after the snap of fate finally aligned with your half. Shaken would be an understatement. Far more than any words used in your own vocabulary..

"If you like, I could go and--"

"Your concerns are kind. But I simply like to stroll for a while, clear my mind is all."

"Danger lurks anywhere and could--"

"Harm me at any time? I know. I have thy blade with me and dagger in case." Your weapons were hidden, small and puny they were, just to walk off with a quick bow and wave "Do save some supper while I'm out. I do not wish to starve all due to hungry men."

He would like to say more, but you're gone without a once of hesitation. So, he returns to camp. Indeed, saving some food for whom you're back. Clear and refreshed.

Remember the fate that snapped in place? Well, it so happens that fated half to the mortal herbalist was there. Near the camp.

He wanted to meet you properly. Not one trying to kill you and run away for their lives. Not this time now he knows who you are. What you are.

The herbalist stops upon a lake, crystal clear and blue as sky, the moon light kissed the water with shimmering delight. The orc observed from whom he hides, above in the trees, as who he is fated with, takes off their shoes and pulls up their pant sleeves. Ankle deep into the water for their own relaxation and slight entertainment. Peace and silence.

He could stay there for as long as he pleased. Taking in what your aura gives off along with looks itself. But fun tends to end upon words chosen below.

"I know you're there..." Your voice to him was soft, trying to be louder than you usually are, the orc stiffens upon being found out so soon, your eyes to the sky decorated in stars "That ambush wasn't how I expected to met you nor find you either. I'm quite shaken up even after it ending.."

The more you said, the more he barely knew what you're saying. There was a massive language barrier. He knew someone who could help him communicate, a translator more to speak, but it irks him that he can't communicate to you directly.

Hearing nothing, your eyes divert to water below. Barely seeing your toes. Not long walk out to sit on the sand shore. Waiting for something to happen.

A heavy thump was heard far behind you. Your small figure on the ground was cased in a larger orc male shadow. The fated that was yours sits down a few inches away. The size difference spoke volumes, but fate chose this. It simple has to work somehow.

"I guess you don't understand what I'm saying, huh, big guy?"

His gruff gibberish and huff seem to seal the deal. Filling in an answer into the void.

Your smile thins, still present before the moonlight "I see. Guess introductions can waite.." and they indeed can, the two sat there in silence. All of which both seek and value at times like these.

Orgrim

Honestly, he didn't think he will ever have one to call his own. Yet, only one day in this new world to conquer, did he not expect his fate to snap in place upon the royal messenger of Stormwind.

A human fated to orc..

This was unheard of, not believed to be possible, but it will be complicated in many ways.

One of those is communication. Two languages different from each other, a barrier to which will challenge this relationship.

"Do you...understand what I'm saying at all? Hello??" You tried to communicate, for a while after exorbiting the fated pull, the giant orc seems to stare off to nowhere.

He spoked. Once after following the pull to you. He spoke for a long time till he sat down on a dead tree. Silence and dwelling in his mind.

Plus, he was an orc. Many of his kind came and invaded farm lands. People loosing their homes and killed. You're the messenger of the king and queen. It is your job to report to them the news without questions.

And it so happens he found you while making haste to Stormwind. A message must be urgently sent.

By the time he figures out what to do, how to communicate with you, your small form was gone. He paid little attention to his fated getting back onto their horse. Riding off quickly to Stormwind.

He was taken back, about to chase after you, but stops upon spying a scroll near him. He picks it up and finds writing on it. He can't read it. But he knew who could. His wolf was near for he, too, rode away, scroll in hand, eager to find the translator that crossed over.

Blackhand

You were most definitely shell shocked by the fate snapping in place at the worst time. Your fated, whom you thought was human, was an orc who turns out to be a cheifian of his own clan.

The clan was huge. Mass of muscle everywhere. Your fated did not dare allow you to run off after finding you in the meadow. All you were doing was flower picking. Nothing more. But life must hate you enough to be taken hostage by your fated orc, kept locked away in an orc sized hut.

You could run, hide away somewhere, but his giant wolf stood guard otherwise. Keeping an eye on you in case you even attempt to leave.

The orc, who tried to communicate for hours with you, grew annoyed with your confuzzled silence. Simply not understanding what he was saying. It was to the point some orc the same size and more human like came in.

She was chained up, orcish green, and did not seem like she wanted to be here either...

"He says that you will be staying here with him for now on. To keep an eye on you as well as get to know you better.." She spoke in your language, she must be the translator here, before she said more "..Your allowed to go outside with either him or his frost wolf. No one else."

You're not sure what to say. He wants to keep you here? Trapped inside a hut surrounded by others like him? You regret going out into the meadow..

"He has rules as well. One, don't try to escape. Two, stay away from other orcs outside his clan. And three, behave and do as told."

"What if I so happen to break the third rule? Like, go outside venture freely?"

She repeats your words into her own tongue. Saying it all to the orc who stood near the fire as you're stuck in a large chair made for his size. It was clear he was displeased. His stature turns more ridge, fist clenched tightly, as his attention shifts to where you sat.

Danger...those eyes read danger...

"If you do just that, he will punish you for it. As a not so kind one to remember for the future."

Your thoughts ran wild. For your life and for your safety here. Of course, he is yours. But this is not okay. To be trapped was not okay.

"I...okay. I understand."

He spoke something to her. To whom she translated it for you to understand better.

"Before I depart, he wants to know your name."

"(Y/N).."

She told him, which he hums in response, before she said more.

"His name is Blackhand. Cheifian of Blackrock." Was the last she said, departing the hut.

Leaving you alone with an orc. Stuck inside with rules to follow...

Durotan

You were a citizen who followed the pull of fate. Growing stronger to whom leads to a giant wolf with his master unconscious near a dead tree and deep in a ditch.

The frost wolf was large, bearing its teeth your way, that was till it was gnawing on a chunk of deer meat you had. Tossed aside as you aide the orc.

No wounds.

Just unconscious.

Telling the village nearby would cause hecov. Plus, would kill him immediately at his state.

So you build camp in a ditch. Night fall coming in after setting up a worthy fire. The one who is yours is covered with a blanket meant for your size. It won't do much but will do what it can to fight off the cold of nights.

Fish on sticks were cooked near the blazing fire, the giant wolf lays near you and it's master, the crackling of wood seems to do you some satisfaction. The smell, too.

Time passed for when your eyes closed, stomach full, the one you made camp for woke up with a groan. Headache all over.

His pull took his attention. He already has his wife at camp. It lead him to the human citizen sleeping soundly curled into his frost wolf.

He.....has two fated ones? That is rare.

He can't remember how he got here, what lead him to this situation, but he tossed the blanket over whom was also his. Taking spare wood to revive the fire. He plans to depart at sunrise but without his one human fated.

He wasn't sure if he could trust Gul'dan. Not yet, at least.

When you're awake, seeing the wolf was gone and fire out, find an object to whom was clearly teeth bone jewelry. Human sized. It was left for you by him. Not sure where he went. You also depart. Unsure when the two will meet again.