Still shaking, I called upon my mount and began heading in the direction that I saw the beast. Riding along the road, to the Southwest side of the Basin, I remembered something…the beast had a name.
The word fell from my lips. “It is named. It is also known as a Spirit Beast, something not of this world. Is it even possible to even tame him?”
“How am I to do it? Do I offer him treats?”
*shakes his head to clear his thoughts*
“Perhaps it is done the old fashion way, by subdual.” *grimace*
“I never liked beating a creature into submission, but still… I guess I’ll just play it by ear.”
I rounded the corner, and the land seemd to be filled with Dreadsabers. Deadly beasts, that I’ve had to face before. I don’t want to tangle with them, especially while trying to engage Loque’nahak.
“This is going to be dangerous, no doubt,” I think.
Through the foliage, I see a glow. It is a bluish, celestial glow. I hear a roar, and it practically stuns me as I’m making my way through the brush.
Amazingly, it seems that the Dreadsabers are ignoring me. I’ve no idea why. I may be going crazy, but it seems that they are actually forming some sort of path. All I can do is go forward or else I risk getting to close and alarming them. Then, through the trees and tall grass, I see him. Loque’nahak.
He looks at me, and roars in defiance. Realizing that there is no such thing as a sneak attack, I raise myself up out of hiding.
Armed with nothing but some lead waited gloves, I advance upon Loque’nahak.
He seems to sniff at me in contempt, baring his ghostly teeth…and he leaps!
By Elune, he’s quick! He’s the most graceful creature…thing, that I’ve ever seen! And, he’s also after my throat!
Dodging t the right, in a leap and a roll; I barely am missed by his swinging claw.
Did he just laugh at me?
Oh, Elune… Please help me!
He springs again, this time landing on top of me, my back pinned to the ground. His paws holding my shoulders down, his claws piercing my shoulders. I scream in pain, and he opens his maw to rip out my throat.
I’m not sure what happened next, but there seemed to be a blinding flash of light. I found strength in my legs, that I’ve never had before. Enough any way, that I was able to get my feet under his belly, and thrust him off of me.
He staggers backwards, and to the side. He is obviously dazed, yet I’m not sure why.
There, at the corner of my eye, I see something. A shadow, the wisp of movement. I’ve seen that before… a rogue!
Oh no! He’s about to attack, and the Dreadsabers… Loque’nahak doesn’t see him!
Grasping a rock in my hands, I throw it with all my might, glancing it off of the rogue’s helmet. It did little to him, but it startled him enough, that his stealth was stuttered enough to be noticed. A Dreadsaber attacks him, dazing him with it’s rapid attacks. Other Dreadsabers rally to defend their territory, tearing into the rogue, attacking with teeth and claw.
Loque’nahak seems to awaken from his daze, and hears the attack of the Dreadsabers. He looks at me, not in anger but in wonderment…or so it seems. Turning around, with a deafening roar, he seems to trigger a massive arcane surge into the rogue. With a flash of light, and the clap of thunder, the rogue is no more.
I know that I’m dead. I’m ringed by very upset Dreadsabers, and what can only be the aspect of a god.
I sink to my knees, readying myself for the death that is to come.
I wait. Nothing happens.
I look up, and the Dreadsabers haven’t advanced upon me. Loque’nahak is looking at me, searching me with his ethereal eyes.
In my head, I hear thoughts that are not my own.
“Nightelf, why do you come? You seek to tame me, that which is beyond you? I was going to kill you for your arrogance. Why, though, why did you stop the rogue. He would have been the only help you would find in this wild land. The animals are mine. You were ensuring your own demise. Speak Nightelf, while I still allow you to breath!”
I respond, “Loque’nahak, if that is your name. Yes, I came here to hunt you. I knew not what I was up against, other than perhaps the greatest challenge of my life. But, I never wanted to kill you. I know now that taming you is beyond my ability, perhaps any one’s ability. However, as a hunter, I love all things wild and untamed. I could not let that rogue, who possibly only wanted your skin for any honor a backstabbing attack can bring…and I could not allow it. You were dazed, by what I don’t know. As much as I hunt, I also defend. I know the rules that govern such things and the predicament I’m now in. Yes, my life is in your hands and I appreciate the breath you are still allowing me to breath.”
Loque’nahak’s voice echos in my mind, “Interesting Nightelf. I must say that I am intrigued. I have no desire to kill you at the moment, let me think. Give me your name, hunter.”
I respond, “I am known as Zwingli among my people, and among the races of Azeroth.”
Loque’nahak grunts in response.
He seems to look deep within my soul, boring into my eyes with his.
He says, “Zwingli. I have a proposition for you. I see your heart, and the tumult that resided there. I see the mix of honor and selfishness, and I see that you desire honor to win. Do something for me, and I will be your ‘animal companion’ for a while at least. I am not a god, nor an aspect of a god. I am however, a celestial being which you should be able to surmise. I am the consort to Har’koa, one worshiped by the trolls of Northrend. They have turned on her, and even I am not able to adequately come to her aid. They are devouring the power of their gods, including the one I love, in a desperate attempt to save their savage kingdom. Go there, provide what help you can to those already in a struggle against them. If you succeed where others have failed, I will accompany you into battle.
Prove to me your heart, and I will reward you accordingly.”
With a sense of longing and sadness, he finishes with, “Zwingli… Save my mate. Do what I can not.”
With that, he fades away into nothingness leaving me alone with the Dreadsabers. The Dreadsabers eye me hungrily, but Loque’nahak’s will seems to keep them at bay.
Stumbling, I make my way to the road…and somehow find myself at Nesingwary’s Camp.
“Oh dear Elune, what have I gotten into?” I fall to the ground, as Nesingwary’s hunters catch me, carrying me into a nearby tent to rest and heal.