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Ranger of Silvermoon	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Koori’s Korner: These stories will be a disappointment for those coming to look for smut; they are a large collection of forum posts I made throughout years about my Blood Elf hunter, Obito Ravenwind. My purpose in posting them are twofold, to keep my collection of stories together and because my very first attempt of slash writing included Obito. A story I will post on a separate tale. Chapters 1 and 5 were separated stories; Chapters 2, 3, & 4 were a Trilogy.

I feel my older stories have more finesse and skill but we all had to start somewhere, hope if you read, you enjoy and comments are always welcomed and very much appreciated. ~ K

Choices

“I didn’t send you to the Academy for this!” Tyilo Ravenwind shouted. The Master of the House of Ravenwind paced in his library. The target of his rage stood a few feet away, his hand clasped around a bow. Curled up in a nook was his wife, casually petting one of the many cats that roamed the grounds freely.

Obito gripped the weapon in his hand tighter but kept himself in check. “Father, I did as you asked and studied under the great mage trainer, Julia Sunstriker. However, she was the one that recommend me to Ranger Sallina. She said my magic flowed in the way of the beasts and not of the elements.”

“I will not have you bring shame to the House of Ravenwind!”

“There is nothing shameful about being a hunter, Father!” Obito’s voice rose. The dragonhawk at his side let out a small growl of itself. Obito rubbed a hand across its beak to calm it.

“And what is that beast? Most academy graduates slay those flying pests for the experience of the hunt … but not my son, no, he had to tame one and call himself a mighty hunter.”

“Her name is Hotaru, and some day the both of us will become mighty fighters that all of Silvermoon will recognize.”

“Enough of this, first we’ll get rid of that creature and then we’ll both go back to the Academy and make sure Master Sunstriker takes you as her pupil even if it means you must study another four years.”

Obito moved in front of Hotaru. “I won’t let you hurt her, Father. I am a ranger of Silvermoon and nothing you say or do will change that.”

“He has your stubbornness, Tyilo.” Amaya Ravenwind, spoke from the velvet cushions she was resting on. “I’m afraid not all our children can be as talented us when it comes to magic, we can at least be thankful he didn’t decide to be a rogue … oh those backstabbers have their place, but …”

“Silence, Amaya!” The lithe blonde nodded and fell quiet.

The two males stared at each other. The younger one’s crimson locks were braided down his back; the other’s hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. Mirror images otherwise, the age difference was not visible due to the nature of their race. There was no warning of the fire blast that followed a subtle gesture from Tyilo. However, Obito’s cat-like reflex reacted and he placed himself in front of it, taking the fiery attack instead of Hotaru, the intended target.

The dragonhawk snarled and wrapped herself around Obito, letting out a fiery breath.

“Not in the house!” Amaya yelled as the flames caused a nearby book smolder. She chanted a quick spell and the fire went out as the pages were frozen.

“No son of mine will associate with beasts!”

Obito nodded as his hand covered the charred tunic and the flesh beneath it. “I understand good-bye Fath … Master Ravenwind.” Turning his back on his father, Obito limped toward the door, he never saw the spell cast that caused him and the dragonhawk still wrapped around him to scream in pain. Right before darkness took him he mentally commanded his pet to flee and then everything went dark.

Much Later …

Warmth spread through him, coaxing Obito awake. As his vision came into focus he found himself laying on the ground, kneeling over him was a young male Blood Elf, his hand resting on Obito’s chest. The other let out a small smile as their eyes met. “Ah, good, was beginning to think I’d get to test out my new resurrection spell instead of my healing abilities.”

“Where are we?” Obito asked, sitting up.

“Outside the gates of Silvermoon, I found you unconscious … must have been a heck of fight. Your burns were quite bad, crazed Dragonhawk?”

“Crazed Father … dragonhawk … Hotaru!?! Where is she?”

“Are you referring to that big red beast over there? She almost didn’t let me approach you, took some sweet talking.”

Obito smiled as Hotaru let out a squawk of joy and floated over to nuzzle him. “Thank you, for your kindness … hopefully it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Nay, healing and protecting is what I do … paladin of Silvermoon at your service … you can call me Ben.”

“Obito Rav … um just Obito, Ranger of Silvermoon and this here is my partner Hotaru.”

“So where does your quest bring you two next?” Ben asked.

“I’m not sure …”

“Well, I’ve received news that the Ghostlands could use some help from some able bodied adventurers. Not sure about you but I think my body is very able. Perhaps, we could travel together for a bit.”

Obito took off his charred tunic; most of the back was gone, burnt to ash. “I owe you my life; it would be an honor to lend you my bow.”

“I’m sorry … I’m not a priest … I healed your back but there is a nasty scar that covers most of it now.”

The hunter nodded and looked through his backpack that had been dumped with him. His belongings were still there, he took out a clean shirt. “Hopefully, I can earn a new tunic soon or the cash to buy one.” He thought aloud as he slipped on the shirt.

Ben offered him his hand and Obito took it allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. “Look as good as new.”

“I’m even better then that; I’m free to walk my own path.” Obito said.

Welcome to the Horde

Obito leaned resting his arms on the edge of the zeppelin; the wind blew his loose crimson locks freely as he stared out across the barren lands below him. At his feet curled Hotaru, resting her wings, seemly enjoying someone else to do the flying for her.

It seemed like the last few weeks had rushed by, had it really been less than a month ago when he’d left Silvermoon as an outcast, scarred and disowned. It seemed like lifetime ago. Now he was herald a hero of the Sin’dorei by Regent Lord Lor'themar Theron for the slaying of the Scourge leader Dar’Khan Drathir.

The Lord had sent him to the Undercity, Obito shuddered slightly, that place gave him the creeps. Once there he had gained audience with Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, his previous meeting with her hadn’t gone well … he’d returned an amulet that had belonged to her when there was blood in her veins. It had been under the orders of another but her despair of unwanted memories had been directed at the messenger. However, this meeting had gone well and in his pack he carried a sealed letter addressed to the Warchief of Orgrimmar.

Lady Sylvanas’s words still echoed in his mind. “I haven’t lost any love for my homeland or its people, as you know. I’ve fought tooth and nail for Silvermoon to be allowed a place beside Undercity and Orgrimmar at the negotiating table. This should silence any opposition. Take this letter to Thrall in Orgrimmar. As leader of the Horde he will have the final say on accepting your race’s pledge.”

Obito was jolted out of his thoughts as the zeppelin came to a halt. Hotaru flew alongside him as he made his way down the tower. His ability to track the beast told him only a few boars and some uninteresting scorpions were within threat range. A bored looking orc stood nearby resting on the hilt of a large battle axe.

“Excuse me; can you kindly point me toward your mighty Warchief?”

The brute snorted and gestured a burly arm toward a large gate in the distance.

The young hunter sighed and bowed slightly, turning to run toward the gate. “Well, he wasn’t the most helpful … perhaps there will be others within Orgrimmar that can point us in the right direction.” He whispered to Hotaru once they were out of earshot.

Within the city walls he found an orc grunt that pointed him toward the “Valley of Wisdom” to find the Warchief. Following street signs he found himself in a dreary part of the city properly called “The Drag”. Concentrating on the task at hand he didn’t see the attack until too late. He found himself thrown against the wall, a thick dirty fingers grasped around his throat.

“If your skin was darker I’d kill you,” the drunken orc slurred.

“Well, lucky for me I take after my mother then.” Obito said as he mentally calmed the Dragonhawk at his side. “I can’t embarrass Silvermoon by getting into a brawl with our new allies,” he thought to himself.

“I don’t like elves …”

“Grunt! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” A deep voice growled from behind them. “You take your arm off our ally before I remove it with my sword!”

Obito was released and turned to face his savior, a large armored orc, a Kor’kron Elite. The other stumbled off into the shadows of a nearby ally. “What brings you to our city, Blood Elf?”

Obito massaged his throat for a moment. “I bring a dispatch from the Lady Sylvanas Windrunner for your Warchief.”

“I see, follow me.”

Obito nodded and followed behind the Elite until they entered a large building, he didn’t need to ask who the Warchief was, the large orc in middle of the room had a very commanding presence. Approaching he knelt down and bowed his head. “Greetings, great Warchief Thrall …”

“You’ve come to see me, blood elf? Speak and be quick. I’ve no time for the formalities of your race.”

“I bring a message from Lady Sylvanas.” Obito stood and handed the Warchief the sealed letter.

Thrall opened the letter and read it silently. “Your people suffered a great betrayal by the Alliance. You’ve succeeded in fending off Darnassian attacks as well as spies from Ironforge. Now you’ve defeated a powerful Scourge leader at the footsteps of your home. Your worthiness is no longer in question. It is now apparent that you need us and we need you. Return to Lor’themar. Tell him I received his message loud and clear.”

The Warchief crushes the letter inside his palm.

“Welcome to the Horde, elf.”
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