So there I was, relaxing in the great floating city of Dalaran with my beautiful Devilsaur, Apollyon. My husband Bruus was in Sholazar Basin, gathering Saronite ore to craft some Mammoth Cutters for me, who was too exhausted to focus on her own Engineering profession. Suddenly, I heard him exclaim through our mind-link, "I think I'm gonna just kill this one". I asked what on Azeroth he could be talking about, and he replied that he was SHOOTING Loque'nahak! "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" I screeched. "Heh, I wasn't really going to kill it," he replied. "Someone might be looking for him! You should see if anyone wants him!" I scolded. "Nah, if someone wants him, they'll find him." Lazy. Then, he said, "Actually, I think I'll tame him," as he pored over his Hunting skills for the necessary knowledge of taming an exotic creature. "My dear, you aren't skilled in Beast Mastery, are you?" I questioned. "No, you're right, I'm....Oh well!" he chuckled casually as he flew off into the basin in his helicopter. By this time I had already been already running to The Magical Menagerie to release one of my stabled companions. I summoned Tetsusaiga, my long-time friend, and began to loosen his bonds. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself, "I can't abandon him! He's been my friend for five years!" So I instead chose to release Arcturis back into the wilds of Grizzly Hills. With an understanding roar, he trotted out of my sight.
Petless, I ran to the flight master and began my journey to Sholazar, the Basin of Rares Everyone Wants to Kill (aka, BREWK). For some reason, this particular gryphon felt a little more sluggish than usual. Perhaps it was all those extra cookies I'd jammed into my pocket for the long journey ahead. But finally, after the witless, leaden-reared gryphon landed in River's Heart, I mounted my Ebon Gryphon and began the slow flap up to Wintergrasp River. Gorillas, as far as the eye could see, entertained my view. Suddenly, there!; among the gorillas stalked BREWK's first spirit beast, Loque'nahak, mate of Har'koa. After being pursued by angry gorillas for a moment, I finally feigned death near the mountain's base. Loque'nahak seemed untroubled by my presense. I gingerly laid a freezing trap before my feet, and calmed my mind for the tame to come. But, I paused. Thinking back to the previous day's daunting task of taming The King of Sholazar, a feeling of bittersweetness swept over me. What if there was some poor, tired hunter, like myself, looking for his coveted prize? So, I extended my voice to the great Basin beyond and queried if anyone had been looking for this noble creature. What seemed like minutes passed, with no response whatsoever. Fearing finally that I would soon witness another rare creature slain before my very eyes, I steeled myself for The Bond. I probed outward with the fingers of my mind, and contacted Loque'nahak. Outraged by my intrusion, he charged. In his rage, he stumbled into my freezing trap, and stopped as the cold ice grasped his body. I focused, my eyes locked onto his ethereal gaze, until finally, his mind relented and he stalked proudly to my side. Loque'nahak, spirit beast of Sholazar Basin, was my companion.
Exhausted, we ambled to the bank of Wintergrasp River for a quick drink from its clean waters. I kneeled down before him, and his eyes turned to mine. "Dante, this is your name, do you accept?" I asked. With unblinking eyes, he acknowledged.
