Asher1611(Bruzyq):
Black Worg Mount
Of Taming and Training the Black Worg Mount in Combat
The simple answer: there's not much to it. These guys are already assigned to soldiers and are primed for combat around The Ramparts and Shattered Halls. They're devastating right out of the box. I guess the better title would be a reference on how to tame a beast and succeed in riding it. Chilly wanted to try at first, but that would need to be put off for another day.
I hopped into a group for the Ramparts with some members of my guild and had to make the tame in haste. Fortunately, the tank was willing to and skilled enough to let me peel off a worg on the pull, although the death knight to my right nearly decided to attack my tame target anyway.
The Worg charged at me immediately, it's cobalt eyes thirsting for my goblin...flesh? It would not have been pretty at all, especially since I have been decked out in some hand-me-down leather armor. Teeth cut right through that stuff. But fortunately or me, my freezing trap held and came just barely in the right place and time. And before I knew it:
The Worg was mine. He did a lot of damage with Kill Command and proved his mettle nearly straight away, turning his jaws onto former allies. He was fiercely loyal from the start. Like a Dog, but no, no ordinary Dog. A vicious wolf who has been trainer and armed for war. Whose unearthly eyes gaze through the soul and made Chilly want to run and hide. But I assured her this wolf was now our friend. I named him for both his strength and sudden loyalty:
Jake & Bruzyq in Draenor
Upon returning to Hellfire Peninsula, Chilly begged me to set Jake free. I tried to tell her the training given by the Shattered Hand Orcs would mean that Jake could never live a normal life as a worg in the wild. He would always seek satisfaction in the thick of battle, not content idle during the day or romp around and play as other canines do. It's a shame to think about, but at least now Jake would have a loyal owner and not suffer at the hands of other adventurers. Me and Chilly both shudder thinking both of what might have been and of sicking Jake against his former pack mates. Maybe even his former litter mates.
The whole time, the wolf stood proudly. Stoically. Waiting for command. Occasionally he would shake his brow back and forth, but never in a way that gave a sense of distraction. Every feature of the beast spoke of strength and power hidden within, and the spikes and sharp angles of his armor seemed to reinforce the fear brought on by brute force. A signature hallmark of the Horde. Before long, we were off to a variety of locations as we toured most of Terrokar Forest and Shadowmoon Valley.
We fought a number of fantastic creatures as we cut our way along the landscape. Some of them were ghastly, and others were beautiful. Chilly wanted us to find some way to spare this Moth, possibly to keep it. But with the massacre at Cenarian Thicket, there was no choice.
And as the evidence pointed us eastward, we found ourselves also tangled in more Shattered Hand Orc shenanigans. Something about some kind of ambush or attack or something. Jake helped make quick work of a room full of Orcs and a strange sympathizer in their midst. Jake's brutal barks as he charged into combat seemed to demoralize foes before they could even raise their weapon. Unfortunately, they also had a tendency to scare off Chilly.
We did find time while adventuring to take a quick swim while helping out some of the destitute folks in Shattrath's Lower City. Jake's swimming animation was less of a doggy paddle than I expected. The pictures I took don't exactly seem to do it justice -- if anything it looks like he's standing and swimming at the same time.
Eventually we were called to Coilfang Reservoir where we were tasked both to kill the Naga and to free their slaves. Jake was not only adept at combat, but his penchant for single target attacks meant he did not have Stanky's thunderstomp and aoe agro problems. Jake would surgically go for one foe and tear into him immediately. His roars, while still terrifying Chilly, also greatly helped our party and tended to be useful regardless of the competition (not many feral druids around strangely).
Eventually, as our time came to an end in Draenor's southern forests, we stumbled across a strange, foreboding owl statute. For awhile all three of us just stopped, took a break, and allowed it to sink in. Jake seemed to have some kind of recognition, but eventually was restless and waiting for the next fight. That seems to be Jake's personality -- never satisfied until the next kill is in sight.
Even so, Jake's imposing figure seemed to have far less of an effect once we reached the horrors that awaited us in Shadowmoon Valley. With demons roaming the countryside, Jake seemed to fit right in -- or at least appear nondescript. The above picture is most telling. While I was tasked to hide out and discover plans, Chilly and Jake were completely ignored by powerful demons that walked by. Sure, Chilly is actually harmless. But Jake? I've seen him take out gigantic creatures 5 times his size by himself. They must have assumed a simple canine was insignificant. Eventually Jake showed them their error.
Final Remarks
Jake is a fantastic pet and has been added to my regular rotation. And ever since I got 4 extra talent points to give him when hitting level 69, he has become exponentially better. He has a powerful attack and gives great party utility. And best of all, he looks fantastic too. Sure, no one should ever underestimate a Goblin, especially based on size, but there's nothing wrong with having a gargantuan worg loaded out with spikes and other-worldly eyes to have your back. Chilly never warmed up to him, but I think Chilly and Jake come from totally different worlds. Jake's is one of a war-torn world where violence is survival. I may have tamed him, but I don't think I will ever be able to break him of his thirst for blood and gnashing of teeth.
Fortunately, our journey seems to have taken us to a place where Jake will fit, and fight, right in.
Not only are there others of his kind ready and primed for battle, but the entire aesthetic of the scenery seems to fit Jake's sharp, strong, and imposing figure. War torn wasteland ravaged by the undead. At least for Jake, there's no place like home.
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Name: Bruzyq
Level: 70
Exotics: Yes
Restrictions: None
Completed: Black Worg Mount, Gray Fel Boar, Red Gorilla
Take your time and when you're ready, we'll be here eager to read your report. 
Glad your eagle was able to help you feel better as well.
. I could have done the brown boar, but since I had the armored version already (Jabali one of my favorite tanks), I went with the coyote.
