The rider and the friend

It is sometimes strange where you find inspiration. It’s stranger still, when something you take for granted surprises you so. I  waited in Orgrimmar this morning, to catch a brisk flight to Thunder Bluff, when a young tauren came up to me. He asked e for money so that he could purchase a wyvern flight. When asked where he was to go, he simply replied “I have no destination, only to free my captured soul”. I was confused by this, to say the least, but he settled my thoughts when he said “The wyverns can free us, you know. They are blessed by wind, so that no matter the problem, they always may travel to the skies.”

  ”This is no blessing,” I replied, “They will never learn until they are forced to live with their problems. I hope you, tauren, could understand that. Fleeing teaches nothing, it does not build character, it doesn’t show strength. Every day I live with the regret that I once fleed from my people. I was scared of what they….we were becoming.” By now the tauren had lost interest in me, and had already mounted his ferry to the skies.

I waited there for a while, and another young one came to me. He didn’t have enough money to pay for a flight. He proceeded to beg everyone around him, not considering for a second how much better it would be for him to just walk to his destination. We spoke for about ten minnutes, and then he commented to me on how much he takes for granted…..and I began to think of Blacktusk. My crocolisk friend, he has accompanied me since I came unto this planet. The wilds have shown him to me. And now he will always stand beside me, taking my food and care in exchange for his protection and company. I think it’s dispicable how often he is reffered to as my ‘pet’. I am a shaman! I am no beast’s captor! And he is my friend. Perhaps I have taken him for granted in recent days, but never again.

The beginning.

I was born back on Draenor to the chieftan of the Spearhoof Clan. Yes, I know the clan sounds a tad like one of tauren culture, but it was named for the spears we fashioned of Clefthoof leg. Anyway, my brother and I were released upon this earth the same day. Err…..’twins’ I think the humans would have called us. Anyway, we were named Donkar and Rakkezai, names which roughly mean ‘Earth’s arm’ and ‘Wind’s soul’ in crude orcish.

  Our clan’s shaman was taken aback by us, for our birth was heralded by various good omens. One of which was a herd of talbuks that came to witness the birth. The elements graced us. I wonder now, if there was ever two sons in the line of chieftan that possesed shamanistic prowess…..A shaman in the line of chieftan is rare enough in its self!