You have been capture by a cunning troll huntress by the name of Zeeka. She intends to sell you as a pet. Zeeka has a muscular and Amazonian body, and her skin is a deep shade of turquoise. You are kept, in a small cage where you can barely moved and you are taken, with other beasts to Orgrimaar, in the back of a Kodo pulled cart. Despite your obvious pride and intelligence which Zeeka does notice, you are cowed by the great black gates of the Orcish city. Once inside the sight of so many Horde citizens keeps you quiet and observant.
Zeeka sets up in a cousins shop, who owns a high quality pet store. The cousin is relieved to see new product and her family member, as she has two new troll babes clinging to her breasts and suckling at her blue teats. Zeeka manages the store and your torment only lasts a few days before a likely customer enters.
She is seven feet tall and made of pure muscle, the only fat on her an unimpressive bosom. Her hair is coarse and black, cut short, and like nearly all orcs, her skin is green. Her name is Brumah, and as a veteran hunter she spots you as soon as she enters the store. “Brumah mon!” Zeeka spreads her arms and embraces her friend in a hug. “Ow ya bin mah friend? Jah havn’t given me a shout since dat time in Alterac.” Zeeka grins.
“Sorry my friend, I should have come to visit sooner.” Brumah replies in fluent Orcish. “How is your sister?” the orcess wonders. The two fall into womanly banter, the female Orc is a warrior, seasoned in many battles. Her latest pet has died. Zeeka offers to sell one of many of her wares, and the Orcess eyes fall upon you once more. “I am not looking for a pet. I need a warrior, one with spirit and instinct.”
Zeeka becomes business like, donning the mask of a true salesman. There are tigers and panthers aplenty, but Brumah says they have become lethargic in captivity. There is a Silithid, but Brumah does not like bugs. There is a ferocious hawk, but she has born too many clutches of eggs Brumah says, it mellows their spirit. Finally Brumah shakes her head, there is only one animal here worth speaking of, the new wolf, the white one.
Brumah looks you over and offers some gold, which pleases Zeeka who begins to bargain. More gold is passed to silence her. Brumah purchases you again. You snap and snarl as the deal is finalized. “Yes, I like him. I don’t normally do this Zeeka, you know. But there is something special about this one, this White Wolf. What is his name? No he’s wild, wouldn’t have one.”
“Hiz name is Sifr.” Replies Zeeka airily, as if saying it without thinking it. Brumah raises an eye brow but says nothing more. You are sedated again.
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When you are awoken, you are in an Orcish hut. There are no manacles or cages to hold you back and you rise. There is Brumah, nearby and naked. You are shocked to see an enormous green member with an obese mushroom head, hanging between her legs, pendulous testicles swaying behind them. Brumah removes some ring from her finger and the male genitals vanish. You groggily rise to your paws and she turns to you. You growl defiantly.
She approaches you fearlessly, unarmed and nude. She kneels before you and your eyes lock. “Look at me wolf. Sifr. Look into my eyes.” Her eyes become wide, they are dark and enchanting to you. Those eyes peer deeper and deeper into yours, you feel your will fading as those pools of night widen before you. You see the night sky in them and feel as if… As if… “Sleep.”
You fall into an abyss. Something deep inside breaks.
