I never checked to see if Petopia had a forums. I tend to communicate my ideas poorly on forums. It's easier to express what a harmless lunatic I am through "instant" chat. But I digress. I don't know how long ago I noticed my favorite WoW site of all times (Sorry Wowhead, you're nice to oogle armor, but my first love is my true love) had a forum, but... eventually I got up the courage to register an account as close to my hunter's name as I could get.
So here I am, years later. Shade of Arthas to attempt to offer stories which will, hopefully, provide some sense of amusement to those who drop in for a moment.
Crisis
So, one day, I went out into the Molten Front and decided to test the theory that I could get onto the Plume Ridge... place without unlocking anything. Some third degree burns later, I got there... only to fail a jump and fall to my death. Lucky me, I managed to fall under the island, so I got a nice free rez there, anyway. Heading over there, I found a nice spot between the northern and southern spawn points. Theoretically, I should have gotten a nice alarm if a rare happened to spawn in either location. But... nothing was happening.
Bored, I took to using Eagle Eye all over the place... and nearly died when the alarm did go off. All the way across the Molten Front... Eegads, Deth'tilac! Well, it's a challenge, and I wanted sorely to try the challenge tames out. I had even brought a spider just for this occasion, so I haltingly rock skipped away. After nearly an hour of some... interesting events, I ended up checking the spawn points again... And there was Skarr! Just sitting pretty as could be. Being a Blood Elf, I figured I would be fine without a Marksmen spec. And I also had a Corehouse for a personal lust. All's good! Somehow, I don't die getting back up (But thanks to certain spiders, I had already racked up a nice bill and had to drop by Org to fix some mail that was falling off), and wander over. Lust... rock hop... Arcane Torrent... the wrong attack! So, I was dead. Again.
Luckily, no one else was around and the Ancient Hysteria was fast enough to come up again between the 2.5 minute CD and my rez timer... This time, I made sure to interrupt the right attack and not die another time that night! At least... to Skarr.
As to why his name is Crisis... Not a clue. It just is one of those names that seems to fit perfectly, and he doesn't seem to complain.
Solo
Anyone?
No one? Solo the lion?
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Notice how he's not as cuddly to me as Crisis is. Probably because he's a newer addition to my obsess-- ... Pack? Herd... Pride... Group... Collective. Yes. There we go. Solo plays a rather cruel part of my life sometimes. He will prowl next to me when I fish for Highland Guppies and scare the crap out of Alliance who try to gank me by setting off their own alarms. It actually stunned a shaman enough that he stopped attacking me in raw confusion. But it's his idea, not mine, I swear!
His story ties into Wish's story a little. Not my first selection for a feline, but certainly one I had shown ambition in taming one day. I have a tendency to cycle through my pets and always did like lions. The larger the pet appears next to me, the happier I feel, somehow. And the mane helps with that, added with the rolling gait, does make him appealing. That, paired with my insatiable desire to make friends with unique rare pets left me with the decision to acquire this pet. However, I was not first on my own list. Unfortunately, the person I promised to call in case I ran across Sambas was offline. So, when I saw him down below me, I ended up dropping down and everything went wrong.
Due to paranoia about losing a pet due to being attacked/helped, I start off with an attack to gain some threat... go to tame... five pets on me. And Sambas is tearing into me when I figure that little glitch out. Thankfully, I never had a reason or need to keep a Corehound after I had finished my challenge tames, or most of them that might require a lust, so one Feign Death later, I fixed that issue. Well, I had about 60-70% health left and never really read much into taming this cat. So why not drop a trap and try again?
Set up a trap, Deter/Tame macro... What's this? Not trapped? What witchcraft is this!? Confused, I nervously watch my health with Feign Death on cooldown... luckily, the Deterrence helps just enough that I manage to get Sambas with... oh... a sliver of health left.
And, after telling the tale of my cat tames, my friends now question just how much I enjoy keeping cats who have been known to absolutely thrash me.
Mercy
Dead. Dead. Dead. Damn it spider rez, go off! Nope, dead. Time and time again, I tried, but being extremely rusty, I'm far from the best kiter. Also being BM spec, I don't have improved traps to try out or anything like that. So I'm stuck rezzing and kiting as best as I can.
At some point, I realized that pulling him by the invisible NPCs still sets them off, and one of them drops a root. That's useful! So back and forth I kite him, patiently waiting between 2 minute rez timers and feeling rather safe that I had time. And, that time did pay off. Eventually, I get him to 18% health... all on my own. Success! Happily, I throw down another trap between us and proceed to rez and dismiss my pet... wait, where are you going Deth? Get back here! Why are you running back to your spawn point!? In aggravation, I just shoot and watch him skitter-vade back to his spawn point... and his health shoot up to full. Great. Just great.
Again, I set everything up as normal. It can't get any worse than tasting success just to realize it's just like those sugar coated candies that are sour beneath. Or is it the other way around? I'm not a fan of sweets so either way, it's unpleasant. Resigned but confident that I -can- do this, I just need to shoot him a bit more often, I try again. Around I go to the front... and what's that? An Alliance hunter? Oh no... I'm going to die. I'm just going to die. Still, I keep kiting. Maybe he ran up here to go afk. Maybe he'll just run off. But I'm expecting, completely, to die. PvP servers sure can be annoying sometimes.
Lo and behold... he summons a mini Deth'tilac and sends it after the mob I'm taming. And it dies. And again he sends and throws a concussive shot while I'm rounding another corner. Round and round we go, two spiders, two hunters, and one big angry killing machine. Again Deth falls to 18% and he stops and wishes me luck through emote. Awesome! A bit of awkward trap juggling later and I land my tame. Merrily, I ask him to /wait and go make an Alliance alt, just to thank him.
Once I was back on my hunter, I had to think about a name. Mercy. True because that was what was shown to me and ironic because I intended and still intend to use this spider for PvP encounters. Unable to believe my sheer luck, I head back to my camping point. I have Deth, what else could get in my way? Turns out my night between finding Crisis and befriending Mercy and my enemies isn't just filler, but a taming tale of its own. Involving an Alliance paladin which saw my rez sick nature and opened up... just as I saw a green spider of death barreling at me.... And not only that, but I ended up with a new name (Shade). Will my one-time sponsor of Mercy end up betraying me on accident in the future? To be continued, maybe.
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TL;DR: Almost all of my pets have a tale of some sort. Some short and weird. Some long and... well. Amazing. At least, to me. Hunter pets don't have to tear hunters and factions apart, but rather, can bring us together. And since I'm really no good at introducing myself, I figured I might try it this way.
I could do a story and picture of pretty much all of my pets. And don't let my double Marksmen spec fool you. I'm also a bit of a perfectionist with my raids. I will be BM again one day and the wrath of Drama and Karma will befall my enemies... And sometimes, my friends.
So... Hi! Should I offer more stories... or just shush and post pretty pictures? Or do nothing...?
My pets.
Glad to have you here.
Congrats on your pets!
