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[Naroga Worgstride]

Naroga Worgstride

Self-view: Strenght and Pack before anything else. She is proud of her prowess, strenght and overcoming of all the hardships of the war against the Lightbound that turned her own against her. She is a true friend, to any Orc who finds their way past the barrier she created around herself after loosing the familiarity of Home and her Birthclan. You could assume, her loud mouth makes up for that insecurity, but she has always been this way! Not everyone will ever appreciate her wit, nor her taunts to challenge them to do better. She does it all, in good spirit. She would only see those around herself thrive to better themselves,as she does..or tries to. Flames flare quickly from her eyes as the temper lashes out quickly and is difficult to soothe down if she feels insulted. Another quirk to her being, is her quick opinions she voices out loudly. When she feels she needs to be heard, she will make sure you do.

Views of others:

Spoiler: "Sorkrun Wintergaze" • show

A friend from the day they learned to walk, a brother in arms in War and someone she trusts without question. He has kept the long bond between them with his wit, playful rivalries and the neverending bickering that keeps the Orc on her toes. Like herself, Sorkrun is quick to speak his mind and she doesnt often find him to be in the wrong. Quick to anger sometimes, Naroga finds herself pulling him by the hair out of trouble.

Spoiler: "Gaarthok Fireye" • show

Early upon their meeting, the old Shaman was already saving the life of her most precious Worg and two pups from the beasts litter. It played its part on the trust she feels for him, but also his wisdom and strenght of the Elements places him on high regard. The Old orc might have his moments of being difficult and stubborn, placing the uppity younglings to their place!- She feels he has earned the right be so.

Spoiler: "Grarshak" • show

Despite what happened between the two and how the previously proud Blademaster had fallen into tough times with himself, she thinks no less of him. Knowing what he is capable of and seeing the inner strenght of this Orc, she is refusing to give up on him. While he struggles with his demons of self doubt and pain, she is determined to help him stand strong once more. Time will tell what comes of it..

Spoiler: "Gronkaz" • show

An Orc she at first found to be nothing,but a nuisance! She was seeking to give this uppity Hollow a lesson in pain, but instead she listened. Finding reason within his actions, she begun to respect the Orcs different ways and views, leaving him to do as he would. She appreciates the Orc for his viewpoints, as they foten aling with her own. The good head on his shoulders, spirituality and wit have sparked a friendship between the two.

Spoiler: "Kran Twinaxe" • show

After some very odd first impressions with his tales of poop and army-life, Kran quickly shifted her view. He had more strenght he let out to have at first and more experience she would have tought, despite this she feels the Orc isnt ready to take on the role of a leader. Often leading to Naroga voicing her differing opinions and challenging his leadersp. While she often banters on his expense, he finds a friend in him and wishes to only challenge him to keep bettering himself with what he considers, mockery.

Spoiler: "Kargnar Bloodpaw" • show

Being the first Orc she befriended and someone she was very close to, until her decision to call off their Hunt. While he is someone she could find to respect, his overwhelming self loathing and doubt hindered him in her eyes. Despite the feeling Kargnar has much to work on with his own self, she respects him as the new Rrosh'thul. Now, if only he wouldnt get himself bedbound so often..

Spoiler: "Kulgha Wolfheart" • show

Very conflicted on her opinion, the caring Kulgha is still one of her closest friends. Showing extraordinary care for her fellow Orcs and their Beasts, keeping her word without being shy to go out of her way to do it and showing no fear in to face danger despite the weakness Naroga sees in her are all traits have earned a fair amount of trust for her. However, being reckless and toughtless at times, despite being for a good cause- have ired Naroga to push Kulgha to better herself, she must learn to consider her actions more.

Spoiler: "Brusa" • show

Never has she met such a weak runt in her life, every viber of her being questions why she is seeking to become part of a Clan, when it is clear she belongs somewhere else with her ways of the Light. She doesnt even know how to fight! How to defend herself, Naroga is mostly displeased with her presence, but as the Clan wishes..she is to be given a chance,

Spoiler: "Nakobu" • show

From the first realization what this Orc was, Naroga cant feel,but distrust towards the well meaning Light wielder. She can however admit, he has only shown to truly care for the Clan and work towards its well being. She cant however shake the sickly feeling she has around him, for she knows what the Light is capable of. As the Clan wishes;she has no choice,but to give the Orc his chance to proof himself for them and herself.

Spoiler: "Kroat Ironwill" • show

Definately the most puzzling personality, or..personalities to ever come across. At times, she could take him seriously, but even more times she was left in a state of laughter and confusion. There was no doubt, this Orc had seen more than his fair share of difficulties, some that had left him..damaged. Despite all the wierdness, he is slowly beginning to grow on her. Atleast he speaks his mind, one thing she can atleast respect.

The faint light in the sky was beginning to promise the new dawn upon Lordareon. No soldier had felt the rest of good night sleep as the battle for the ruined City was upon them. Among them, stood Drosera; her mind focused on something else, the last remaining civilians, wounded and beasts, that had no place on the reinforced walls to defend the City.

While she wanted nothing more, than to stand with the clan and fight to the last drop of blood she had left,Drosera had to save those who cannot help themselves. Pulling down her helmet, she began to gather the remainders of civilians and injured soldiers into groups and ushered them towards the mages, whom had promised last portals to safety before the battle would reach them. As the first boulder struck against the walls, the shimmering promise of a portal sparked, opening the way.

Taking her chance to do the last thing before battle, she turned towards the area where she knew many of the Clans beasts were held . She tore the chained fences open and pulled the largest Worg out, knowing the rest would be likely to follow. Guiding it to the side gate, she demanded the Forsaken creations haul thes gates open for the last time or she would blast them open herself.

Her threat would have been in vain, unless a pair of ears of an old ally was not present. He would rather see the abominations in one piece for the battle and knew the Shaman wouldnt demand without good reason. With the Forsaken's permission, one whom stood as a respected Doctor of their kind-, the gates creaked open. 

Now, her new found pack and her, Drosera only had to figure out how to do it. The beasts were restless as it is, the explosion against the City walls sending some of them into a terrified dash towards the dark forest. Past her, surprisingly fast dashes the oversized turtle, the one she recognised as Strongarm's mount. Drosera quickly caught up to it, climbed on to the shell and patted the side of its shell she wished it to go:"That way!- Hurh..how do I steer you! There!" 

Either the beast could read her intentions, or she unknowingly was a born natural, the turtle would steer towards the sea. Trusting the largest Worg, she ushered it to follow, having the rest of its pack follow along.  Unseen in the long shadows of the rising dawn, the beasts and Shaman dash to the remaining ships.

She asked no permission, nor what the purpose the ships had, but simply crowded the deck swith the trusted companions of the Red blades.*
The existing crew on the Horde ships, had numbers too thin to stand against a raging, stubborn Shaman, secured the beasts under the decks. Satisfied, Drosera hurried back towards the ruin's, hoping she could still make it to aid the Clan...
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There was chaos, death and grumbling walls by the time Drosera made it to the walls. With the speed granted to her by the Spirits, she fought her way through crowds of Alliance soldiers. there we too many of them..this battle was already decided! Calling out for the Clan, she grew more desperate..making her way through the battelfield and into the City once more until, a familiar rattly voice called out for her name.

There was no time to react, the bony hand pushed into the last portal. The voice of rage and surprise echoed in the emptiness as the twisting lights of the portal swirled around her. Her eyes darkened, until she felt solid ground underneath her feet once more and the familiar scents of Orgrimmar filled her snout, why and how.. was she here?