It had taken nanoseconds to start regretting it all. It had taken minutes to find a suitable opening, wriggle her way into position, and finally, FINALLY begin. It had taken hours to make it the last stretch, and she was still nursing an embarrassing number of burns, spider bites, and bruises. It had taken days to get inside: the guards were fierce, and guides functioned more on half-formed rumors and superstition than anything real. It had taken weeks to prepare: plans to make, supplies to procure, kin to placate. It had taken months to pin down the rumors: a breed of worg more savage and vicious than found anywhere else, with a ferocious bite unparalleled among beasts. It had taken years to hear the first rumors: a den of evil, populated by horrors straight out of nightmare. With Ursoc cleansed, my prescence here is redundant.' However, you will not take one of these as your companion I ask that you instead allow me to accompany you.

I wished to take one of your kin here as companion, and I did not wish to incur your wrath.' 'I've heard you're ancient, wise, powerful. 'To meet you.' Raydex was calm and collected. 'You come here why?' His voice was soft, kind. Standing there, right behind her, was the legendary ghost-bear, Arcturis. She smiled softly, and was about to pull her fishing-pole out of the water when a sort, glowing mist blew past her shoulder. I'll wake you later, when - my lord, you're already asleep. The wind serpent opened her mouth to yawn, simotaniously showing off an impressive row of sharp teeth. She blinked and returned to Silent Speech. They say a legendary beast comes here, a star-bear, who appears quite rarely to heal his earthly kin.' She gestured to the grizzly bears with one hand while keeping the other on her fishing-pole. 'Why are we even here?' The wind serpent was coiled around a tree, hissing. TL DR - Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense Linesk grinned down at his newest companion, knowing that together they would be unstoppable. Unphased by his new bindings, the vulture fluffed his feathers and briefly spread his wings to stretch before returning to his meal. Defeated, Linesk gently tied a leather strip to the bird's leg and attached the other end to his own wrist before disentangling Vultros from the net. He recalled Vultros' stealthy attack and marveled at the complete lack of fear in the condor's bulging eyes. Linesk levelled the dagger against the bird's neck, his forearm tensed before the inevitably slice. Vultros cocked his bald head to one side, his silver feathers shimmering in the dim evening light. Your tailfeather will be an excellent conversation-starter.' Vultros, despite his compromising position, didn't seem scared at all. He was surprised when the condor didn't squeal in shock, but rather just regarded the hunter with curiosity. His prey successfully withheld, Linesk lifted his victim into the moonlight and drew a dagger from his belt. Vultros quickly began devouring its prize, and was so enveloped in the hardy meal that he didn't notice the net being cast over him. The helpless calf groaned in horror as its flesh was rend, until it finally sputtered a final cry and toppled over. He was about to dismiss the noise and shift into a more comfortable position when a shadow dropped from the sky and sunk its talons into a grazing calf nearby. Linesk, sensing movement, crouched low into the surrounding crops and focused, searching the darkness. It was well into the night when the vulture chose to show himself. The hunter grinned viciously as he imagined the stories he could tell with a tailfeather plucked from Vultros' corpse, tucked fashionably into his hair. They all lacked the grace and cunning of the fabled Vultros, Linesk's current target. There were many disappointments, many smaller, more common condors flapping about obnoxiously in the gardens. Ignoring the glares of human farmers as he crept gingerly across the quiet fields, the Blood Elf hunter scanned the horizon with a carefully trained eye. He had heard legends of the sly, wizened old carrion bird - of how it had been spotted tearing into sickly cattle and ravaging the prize pumpkin gardens of Westfall, and Linesk was prepared to put an end to the old vulture's treachery. Just as the title says, I think it'd be neat if you all used your creative writing talents to describe your favorite/most exhilarating tame.

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