Hope from the Horde

"What'cha lookin at?"

The Orc broke into the Tauren's reflection on the Draenei female who had just entered Naxxramus with her companions. When Serrok looked over at his friend, he saw a knowing gleam in his eyes.

"Give it up, Nargsmarsh. She's Alliance. She wouldn't give us the time of day."

"You never know." Said the Orc, grinning. "Look at Thrall and Jaina Proudmoor. If that can work, I can't see any reason that something couldn't work with a Draenei and one of us."

"One of us?" The Tauren's head came up, and Nargsmarsh giggled.

"Okay, both of us."

"Not exactly what I meant." Grumped the Tauren.

"Some days, Serrok, you have absolutely no sense of humor."

"It'd be interesting though."

"What?"

"Both of us."

The Orc paused to think for a moment. Even the thought made his plate pants slightly uncomfortable. Draenei in his opinion at least, were the most beautiful race currently present on Azeroth. Some of his Orc friends preferred the Sin'dorei, but no male of his acquaintance really preferred the females of his race. They just eventually settled on them. Draenei, though, they were a forbidden love. Alliance to the core. It made him wonder why exactly she had blown kisses at them.

"Because Draenei women like strength." Said the Tauren, answering the question that had been spoken out loud even though Nargsmarsh hadn't realized that he had spoken.

"Huh?" said the Orc, intellgently.

"Have you ever seen a female Broken?" The Tauren referred not to illicit slaves, but to the race of malformed, sad outcasts that had become of some of the weaker-minded Draenei, those who had fallen under the influence of the Demons in Outland.

"No. I don't believe I have."

"The women are stronger than the men. Look at nature. Who has the horns? We male Tauren do. Rams and bulls do. Females generally have smaller horns if any at all, but male Draenei have tentacles and head plates, only the females have the inner strength to have horns."

"They're nice horns too."

"Yeah."

A couple of the men from the Draenei's party came out of the dungeon, and the Orc and Tauren listened to what they were saying. Apparantly a few of the men had left because they didn't agree with what the party was planning, and they'd come out to summon a few more which they hoped would be more open to their plans. Looking at each other in alarm, the Orc and Tauren made a snap decision.

"We have to go in there after them!" Exclaimed the Orc.

"We should wait for a few reinforcements."

"Nargsmarsh, they're planning to gang-rape her! We can't afford to wait for reinfocements. We should go after them now."

"There's at least six of them and two of us. Eight of them." The Orc amended as two more came through the summoning portal. They were gnomes, and had hard expressions on their faces. One was obviously a mage, dressed in ornate robes, the other a warrior.

"She'll be able to weaken them some on her own."

"What if they kill her?"

"She does, at least, have that advantage. It's hard to gang-rape someone that's dead. Well, not hard, exactly, but I can't imagine that anyone would want to do it."

"Yeah, even the thought of the Forsaken makes me shudder, and they're still semi-warm and moving."

"Oh, good spirits."

They watched as one more came through the portal. A Night-Elf death knight. Serrok felt a cold ball of fear forming in his gut, the death knights he had seen had been brutal in battle. Looking at his friend, Nargsmarsh noticed that the Tauren truly was afraid of the death knight. His ears had sunk a good three inches. He supposed that it wasn't fair for Taurens to be so easily readable, it certainly wasn't their fault that they were.

"She'll get some of them, and from what they were saying they're planning to take her after they kill the Grand Widow. A few more of them will be dead then."

"Narg-- maybe we should wait for reinforcements."

"If we do, she's doomed."

"If we don't, we might be doomed..."

"Yeah, but if we don't wait til they start on her, she'll just see us as a Horde raid. We'll just sneak in after them and catch them by surprise."

"You're going to let them start on her?"

"Serrok, it's the only way. I won't let them sexually assault her if we can help it, but one way or the other she's going to get beaten up a bit. There's nothing we can do about that. And another thing, if we don't follow them we KNOW what's going to happen to her."

There was a deep sigh from the vicinity of the Tauren warrior. "Okay. Let's do it."

A quick meal and a few potions later, the Orc and the Tauren crept into the necropolis.

"I hope you know what we're doing," said the Tauren.

"Trust me." The Orc signed in the Horde hand-signal battle language. "Trust me."

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Okay a bit about me. I'm female, play a Draenei Shaman (female type) on Nesingwary. If you're on that server, gimme a shout, I'll cut something nice for you :).

Please review if you like it. This is round 2. For some reason, the compy ate the first one.

Chapter 3 will definately be up soon, possibly in the next couple of days. I really hope you're enjoying the story :)