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My first role-playing sort of thing. Please leave comments!

Story 1- Rajan

Wildmoon sighed. Night was going to fall over Stranglethorn Vale soon, and again, there was no sign of King Bangalash. Wildmoon tried to remember what the dwarf, Hemet Nesingwary Jr., had told him about King Bangalash. "Yeh want to know about King Bangalash? Well, he's a fierce white tiger, massive, sleek, and muscly, an' yeh'd best be wary when lookin' fer him. He's been known ter kill unknowin' adventurers like yerself." Sure, Wildmoon thought, it was useful information, but he didn't tell me where King Bangalash was to be found. I bet Feralclaw could track him down without any directions, Wildmoon thought miserably. Feralclaw was Wildmoon's older brother, a master hunter, and a hero of the Alliance. Wildmoon was always in Feralclaw's shadow. A growl snapped Wildmoon out of his thoughts. A tigress was stalking him in the ferns. Wildmoon quicky aimed his bow and shot the tigress right in the chest. The tigress crumpled on the rainforest floor, dead. Wildmoon then decided to find a spot to rest for the night.
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When he awoke, the sun was peeking through the treetops. Wildmoon packed up his things that he had taken out the night before and resumed his search for King Bangalash. After several hours of fruitless efforts, Wildmoon began to worry. What if I never find him? Then, Wildmoon saw it: a massive white blur. My mind must be playing tricks on me. But the blur pounced on Wildmoon, knocking the wind out of him. King Bangalash!
When Wildmoon regained his breath, he whispered, "Please, join the Hunt with me!" He tried coaxing the beast into being his hunting companion.
"We will have many great adventures together, and I will no longer be in the shadow of my brother."
King Bangalash growled
"I will care for you and treat you as an equal, as a friend, noble beast." Wildmoon's last attempt to coax the beast worked. The tiger's eyes softened and he went to Wildmoon's side, purring.
"I shall call you Rajan, friend. It means 'king' in a far-off land. It is a name that you truly deserve" Wildmoon whispered, stroking Rajan's soft white fur.
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More chapters coming soon! Please leave a comment!

haha I was wondering why you had two Worgen hunters
I really like the details, am looking forward to more. ^^

Thanks. I have two worgen hunters cause I don't like any other alliance races. I already have plans for a second story!

Here goes Story 2! I loved writing this one!!!

Story 2: Tarak
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Wildmoon clutched the hippogryph's feathers, feeling woozy. He wasn't so sure that he liked flying. Wildmoon glanced behind him; he didn't think Rajan liked flying, either. Wildmoon was off to assist the night elves of Darkshore, by the orders of King Greymane. After several more long and uncomfortable minutes of flight, Wildmoon spotted land. The hippogryph then sped up. Soon, they landed on a wooden platform with a small thud. Rajan and Wildmoon climbed off the hippogryph's back and paid the flight master the fee for the flight. Wildmoon was then greeted by the leader of the Lor'Danel guards.
"Wildmoon, right?" she asked him
Wildmoon nodded.
"I am going to mark the area on your map where your assistance is needed most. May I see your map? the guard asked. Wildmoon handed her his map. The guard took out some lead and started scribbling somewhere on his map, and then handed it back to Wildmoon. "Talk to anyone at the camp near the middle of the area I marked for further instructions." she instructed him, then walked away. Wildmoon opened up his map of Darkshore. There was a neatly drawn circle near the top of the land. He then climbed on a nightsaber that he had borrowed from Feralclaw, and headed north, with Rajan following them from behind. This is much better than flying, Wildmoon thought. Soon Wildmoon and Rajan reached their destination, an area between the Shatterspear War Camp and the Ruins of Mathystra. Almost immediately upon his arrival, Wildmoon noticed that the area was infested with trolls. A growl rose in his throat. Wildmoon had a strong disliking towards the Horde, because the orcs and the Forsaken had driven him out of his beloved Gilneas. Wildmoon climbed off of the nightsaber and tethered it to a tree, then began to search for the camp that the guard had told him about. After several minutes of searching, Wildmoon located the camp, where another night elf greeted him. "Wildmoon, correct?" he asked? "I have been told that you were going to arrive. We need you to slay some of these trolls." Wildmoon nodded then walked out of the camp. Wildmoon and Rajan killed many trolls. Then, Wildmoon noticed a statue. This statue was in the shape of a cat. Wildmoon approached it cautiously. He slowly touched the statue. Nothing really seemed different, unless you counted the glowing green eyes in the bushes that seemed to appear the moment that the cat-statue was touched. Wildmoon noticed the eyes but didn't think twice about them. I'm seeing things, he thought, and returned to the camp.
"Thank you!" the night elf said. "We might win this battle now!"
"Err... Do you know anything about the cat figurines in these ruins?" Wildmoon asked the night elf.
"A little bit. A long time ago, cats were defenders of an ancient temple here. The night elves revered them, and made cat statues in honor of them. But when when the temple was reduced to rubble, the cats disappeared. Some think that the cats haunt the ruins to this day." the night elf said quietly.
"Thank you." Wildmoon told him.
"Could you do us one more favor? A night elf has been captured in the Shatterspear War Camp. Could you please free her?" the night elf asked.
"Yes, I will." Wildmoon promised.
Wildmoon left the camp and traveled to the Shatterspear War Camp. It was full of orcs, Tauren, and trolls. Wildmoon slaughtered his way through, until he reached the back, where the prisoners were held. A torturer and about 10 other Horde members were standing there.
"What do we 'ave here?" Wildmoon could slightly understand the torturer.
Wildmoon would fight, but hd knew he couldn't win. The next thing happened very suddenly; a ghostly snow leopard with the same glowing green eyes Wildmoon had seen earlier ounces out into the open, snarling at the Horde. The cat glanced at Wildmoon, with a look on his eyes that said, Quick! Rescue her and go! Wildmoon broke the lock on the night elf's cage, but he did not go. He, Rajan, and the night elf jumped into the fray. Eventually all the Horde members were dead, but the cat did not leave. Suddenly, Wildmoon understood.
"You want to come with me, don't you?" he asked.
The cat nodded.
"I shall call you Tarak, to honor your past and your heroic deeds today. It means protector" Wildmoon told him, and he, Rajan, Tarak, and the night elf set off towards the night elf camp.
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More stories coming soon! I hope you guys liked it!

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Oooh I love it.
Should take them to a battleground and slaughter some hordies..
wait what am I sayin? Nili's a hordy!