Looking back, Kogra background part 1

[Kogra Windwatcher]

The wind of Nagrand brushed gently through the black and white hair of Kogra as she sat on one of the hills near the ancestral burial ground. Her posture relaxed compared to what she was the days before. She scoured the land with her two curious eyes. She could simply not believe that she had arrived in a land so pure. She had wanted to see the lands of old for a long time but her dreams were shattered as she heard that Draenor is no longer what is was before. She would no longer be able to visit her clan's old lands, The Frostfire Ridge.

The oathbound sighed as she thought back of that, quite disappointed with this fact. She had wanted to see the lands where her parents had lived and her two elder brothers had grown up. Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw the white fur of Snowstalker prowling through the tall grass, hunting on her own on one of the talbuk of the plains. This made Kogra smile, she atleast had something that came from her ancestral lands, something that was very close to her.

Last night she had been talking to the far seer in Garadar, she had told them about her problem that she was stuck, blocked, obstructed and that she had no sense of progression on the path that she walked. The path that they too walked. She had asked them for advice and they had granted her, "In order for someone to focus on the future, one sometimes have to take a step back. In some cases, multiple steps." She had taken this advice to heart and had made her own interpretation of this. In order to overcome this blockade, she had to look back, look back and see what was actually obstructing her.

Windwatcher rested on her hill. She lit some incense and placed it around her in a circle, the scent of the incense filled the air around her as she closed her eyes and focused on the location where she had lived, Alterac valley. As her eyes closed, the light that the moon reflected upon the grasslands had faded until it was nothing but utter darkness as the lids of her eyes blocked her ability to see. She spoke a request to the spirits; "Everliving spirits of wind and air, allow me to see that which I have seen before, allow me to hear the things that have been heard before but most of all, allow me to find out that which has been bothering me."

Minutes past of utter darkness, nothing to be heard but the wind bristling through the grass. "The spirits must not have allowed me to see this all" The shaman thought. She took another deep breath and as the air filled her lungs, the wind current seemed to accelerate, the once still current now turned into a fast gush of wind that spun around her. The eyes that she once closed in peace were now opened forcefully. A white light had blinded her, no, it was not white light, it was light from the sun that had reflected on the cold snow. She knew this place, this was the place where she grew up, The Valley of Alterac.

The lips of the windwatcher curled up into a smile as she was home in the place that she grew up in. She looked around to see if she could see her wolf, Snowstalker, but she could not. She shook her head a little as she had no time to look for her wolf! She had to get back to the keep that guarded her home, her clan was waiting for her.

She moved her way through the thick layer of snow as she navigated herself back to the road where torches were on either side that lit the way. She continued her walk along the road until she was met by a large neverending pallisade that was only interrupted at one point to fit the gate in. At either side of the gate, two watchtowers stood taller than the trees that surrounded the camp.

As the oathbound drew closer to the gate she caught a glimpse of the watchmen atop of the watchtowers. "Mok'ra brothers of the clan" She spoke to draw the attention of the guards to draw the gate open. The guards, however, did not even seem to have noted the female that wanted entrance to the camp, or so she thought until one of the guards turned its head towards her and seemed to look right through her but that was the only thing he did. She let out a grunt as she was ignored but moments later she could hear the watchmen yell at eachother. The gate was opened, Kogra inclined her head in a nod and wanted to walk inside the camp until she felt the thick snow shifting under her feet and heard the sound of paws charging through the snow in rapid succession.

Windwatcher looked around to see what it was and was met by the nightly wolf rider patrol. Torches in hand they sat on the wolfs, oh she knew the orcs so well. Shaga Frosthowl, the orcess who had used a piece of ice to kill one of the harpies. Thuk the Beater, one of the strongest of the orcs in the clan, that was with physical strength that was. Bagha Wolfsister, she who was able to match the wolves in speed when it came to running, also the messenger of the clan. Prag the hungerer, He who was always hungry, not for food but for battle. Those were the one who were flanking their alpha, an orc who sat proudly on his wolf. Red were the colour of his eyes, not like a ruby but more crimson like blood. A large thick scar made by a claw ran across his chest, even though it was winter and freezing cold here, he was riding without any fur or armour. Huge black braids could be seen cascading from under his wolf mask, oh yes she knew this orc. She knew... and yet she did not like this. The orc was no one else but her eldest brother, Aghan Strongwinter.

She could feel tears run over her cheek as she saw her brother atop of the wolf, not from happiness but of sadness. The wolf riders gave the command and rode inside the camp. Kogra followed them. Behind her she could hear the guards and shortly after, the shutting of a massive gate.

Snow started plummiting from the skies, covering the ground even more and let the tracksthat were made in the snow fade. With long steps the young Frostwolf strode through the camp, walking towards the large hut she knew so well. As she got closer, she started to walk slower, not knowing wether she should barge in or not. She decided to stay outside for a bit. Minutes later as she had settled down next to the hut, she saw one of its flap fly open and a little orcess charged out, yelling in an incomprehendable language, She ran barefoot through the snow down the path from which her brother, that she had just seen, was coming. The large orc grinned as the tiny orc jumped into his arms.

"Agha, agha, Did you kill any of them dwarves?" the little orc asked still so very much excited to see the male. "Calm down now sis, dwarves are no light matter." The her brother said as he leaned in. "But you do not need to fear as I did kill some yes, little Kogra" he whispered with a large smirk on his face, giving the younger windwatcher a sly wink. The tiny orcess squeed in the arms of her brother, flailing wildly with her arms in sheer happiness. "Die bad dwarfs! Don't try to get us out of home" mini-Kogra said.
Oh she remembered this, Kogra had done this every time when her brother had to lead a pack to scout the surroundings, always asking directly to her brother how it went when one of her brothers went out of the city.

"One day I will go with you." The midget orcess said, seeming to make a promise to herself. Her brother had grunted before he spoke, "Maybe but that day will not be soon, I know that you are learning from our parents to become a shaman-". Before the male had been able to finish his sentence the tiny orcess interrupted. Windwatcher knew what would be the next words an moved her mouth allong acording to the word, her lips slowly turning into a smile. "A Far Seer like our wise chieftain! The little she-orc had said to interrupt her brother. "How could I forget? A Far Seer ofcourse. But you are not that yet, nor do you know how to act and fight like a warrior yet." Her brother had said as he put her down. The little orcess folded her arms in front of her and acted upset, clearly not fond of the fact that her brother forgot, everytime!

Once more did the flaps of the tent open. Windwatcher raised her eyebrows, she did not remember this part. She moved over to see who were the ones opening the flaps. Once she moved over, a large red tongue rolled out of the tent and licked her right in the face, the rough hairs on the tongue brushing on her face and applied saliva, causing her face to feel like she had just taken a swim.

The voices in the background faded as they lowered in volume and turned incomprehendable. The image faded as snow turned into grass and the cold of the wintery land turned into a warm breeze. The tent that she was standing in front of had made the weirdest methamorphoses as it had changed into a face of a canine, not just a canine, her wolf Snowstalker. She sighed a little as she was interrupted during her memory exploration but went to ruffle her wolfs fur and bring herself closer to it, pressing her own face into the bloodied face of the wolf.

Atleast one of them had a succesful evening.


(p.s. my comp doesn't have word yet nor did I run this through a spelling checker yet so please don't pay to much attention to that)