posted this to bluesky hours ago but forgot to put it here lol
anyway, jovakor and reithie!!! long time, no see! i revisited an old sketch from a few months ago and decided to finish it, just in time for valentine's day :) these two've been together for years, have a daughter, and are still wild about each other. i love 'em!
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I am reminded, that this time of year, there are a bunch of Rescued Turkeys around the Hunter class hall that you can pet. I don’t know about you, but I feel this is counter productive.
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Reithie looked up as the rain pelted the large, voluptuous mushroom caps, the thick droplets of water breaking off into a million different droplets as they cascaded all the way down to the earth at her hooves. She took a deep breath, slowly blinking as she lifted her hoof to drag over the grass, smearing the water droplet.
It had been three months since the orcs invaded and ransacked Shattrath. If you asked her how long it had been since the first wave of attacks, Reithie couldn’t recall that far, time seemed to have stop having any meaning after the orcs took their last bastion of hope…
“It’ll be okay Reithie… You’ll be fine…”
She could still feel the warmth of her mother's hand on her cheek as the tears fell from her eyes. It was only moments ago that her father and mother decided to volunteer as sacrifices, to trick the orcs that they had finally destroyed the draenei once and for all. While others were graced to live another day.
“Alright, everyone heads up.”
Bartove sighed as he approached the five draenei, all huddled underneath the mushroom cap, out of the rain. He was one of the few surviving members of the illustrious Rangari, there weren’t many of them alive. The old man was overburdened with work, but he took it in stride, if it meant that he could keep his people alive and thriving for one more day, it was worth it.
He looked worn, haggard as he approached the group carrying a few bags of something in his arms. Bartove looked at the five of them, sighed, at this point there wasn’t a whole lot of people that had any battle training whatsoever. Most of the people who decided to take up arms were civilians that had lived that comfy life within the walls of Shattrath and the other outlying cities. While it warmed his heart to see them step up to the challenge, he deeply wished that more of his rank were alive, it would make this a whole lot easier.
Reithie had long wished to join the ranks of the Rangari when she was younger, unfortunately she had the worst timing.
Dropping the bags on the ground, Bartove placed his hands on his hips before addressing the group.
“Alright gang, listen up, this is going to be an easy one today. We’ve been instructed to take these supplies to a camp just a mile and a half away from here.” he pointed in the distance, or at least in the general area. “Now, this is a special task, from the Prophet himself. Or, at least, someone relaying Velen’s words. Anyways, he wants us to take these supplies to a group of… those… things…”
“Krokul.” pipped up a younger boy by the name of Asak, he looked to be just a few years younger that Reithie and as skinny as she was too. Probably too skinny to build up muscle fast, so guard work wasn’t in his future, so they tossed him into the Rangari.
Bartove look like he just ate something sour as soon as the boy said the word. He wrinkled his nose before shaking his head and clearing his throat. “Yes, those. Anyways, we’re ordered to take them supplies, make note of how they are progressing and leave. We’ve been advised not to get too close, just in case.”
Most of the draenei were weary of these “Krokul”, as they were deemed. Malformations caused by this red gass that the orcs used during their invasion, these people were once men and women, civilians or vindicators, who now wander the swamp shunned by their kin.
Velen had taken pity on them, sending out groups to give them supplies, but warning them not to get to close just incase it spreads.
The group picked up their weapons and the bags, and on Bartove’s orders they moved out.
They had been walking for at least an hour before finally arriving at the foretold camp. If, that is what you wanted to call it.
A couple of lean too’s, a fizzled out campfire in the middle, someone's attempted at a tent. It was sad and disheartening, who knew who these people were originally. Could they have been the baker down the street? Or the lovely guard who waved at Reithie as she took the lift to school every morning?
One thing that was for sure, the camp was empty, which was more than enough of a cause for Bartove to order the group drop the supplies and search the perimeter.
Reithie and Asak were ordered to look around the camp and as the two draenei drew their bows, then tentatively lifted the cloth coverings of the lean to's to check underneath. Â
Nothing.
“That’s odd, it’s like they disappeared.” Reithie muttered, more to herself but Asak must have heard her.
“Maybe the orcs finally got the courage to venture into the marsh?” came the boy's voice as he checked under the tent.
“Nah, orcs are super superstitious, remember how we couldn’t even get NEAR the Genedar for the longest time.” Reithie kicked some rocks into the fizzled out fire pit, taking note of the bones that scattered around. Squatting down, she poked at them with her gloved finger, noticing that there were still some that looked fresh. Plus, now that she thought about it, even the fire still had some smoke to it, faint,  but in the right light you could see it.
She looked around the camp again as a few of her companions started to trickle back to camp, that’s when something caught her eye. A soft breeze caught the cloth on one of the lean to's and in the dim light of the marsh, something caught her eye.
Reithie squinted, standing up before she cautiously made her way over.
“Nothing’s there Rei, I just checked.” Asak called back as he watched her approach.
“Uh huh, then why did I see…. this!”
Getting on all fours, Reithie crawled under the shelter, before crawling back out with something in her hand.
It was an egg.
“Oh boy, that ain’t any egg!” Asak couldn’t believe his eyes as he closed the distance between the two of them. He reached out to take it from Reithie who promptly frowned and shook her head. “Do you know what those are?”
“No, but it’s whole and ain’t broken. Wonder if there is something inside?” she held up the egg to the dim daylight, wondering if the shell was thin enough to show anything.
“That’s one of those basilisk eggs. My grandpa said they are hearty beasts, but fierce and deadly. They aren’t suppose to be pets, if that’s what you're attempting to do.” he gave Reithie a look, suggesting that he could read her mind.
But the girl turned her nose up at him, before wrapping the egg up in a blanket she found inside the shelter before putting it in her travel bag.. “Challenge accepted then. If there is a baby lizard inside, he or she is going to be my pet and my best friend, all to just prove you wrong.”
Asak was about to say something to the smug look that Reithie was giving him, but that was when Bartove shouted.
“I found them!”
The group of rangari trainees ran over to where the leader's voice had come from, and what they found wasn’t good on any grounds.
Bartove waved at them to get low as the five of them finally approached, putting his finger to his lips, he wordlessly ordered them to keep silent before pointing to the scene before them. There, two of the krokul laid dead, while another one towered before them. It’s hands covered in blue blood as it breathed heavily, before quickly turning around, scanning the area and scampering off.
That wasn’t a krokul.
“What was that?” whispered one of the trainees.
“I’ve heard about them, apparently some of the krokul are degenerating further into some… mindless monsters.” came the two cents of Asak.
Bartove frowned, silent for a moment before sighing and turning to his group. “Grab the supplies, I’ll let Velen know about this. We’ll leave them as they are, the wildlife will take care of them.”
Many of the trainees wanted to protest, but they knew what Bartove would say. “Do you want to get close? Who knows what’ll happen to you if you do? We have no idea what caused this and the last thing I want, is to write a report about how your infected because you didn’t heed the warnings.” So, many of them kept their mouths closed as they headed back to the camp to gather back up the supplies.
They didn’t know it then, but that would be one of the handful of times they would witness the Lost Ones.
Four sets of hooves dangled over the bridge as the clear waters of the river gently flowed beneath them.
“Then tell him no and you can come live with me!”
“I wish Rei, but I have to. I’d love to see Dreanor with you and your parents, but if I don’t do this…”
Reithie frowned, her gazed more focused on one point on the river where the current began to get faster. She chewed her lip as her tail anxiously brushed against the wooden base boards.
“I know, I get it. I just, I’ll be sad that I won’t be able to see you again.”
Helran chuckled, playfully punching the other girl in the shoulder. “You can totally see me at Karabor silly, it’s not like I’ll be locked up there forever. Besides, we’ve got to join the Rangari together, like we’ve promised.”
A small smile pulled at Reithie’s lips as she looked over at her friend.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there… two years TOPS, then I’ll break out and we’ll join the Rangari. Promise!” Hel winked before holding out her hand, pinky extended, for a promise.
“Two years and if you ain’t out, I’m breaking you out.” and Reithie sealed that promise with her own pinky.
Years later, Helran had joined the Rangari alone, while Reithie joined much later on. Much, much later, when all that was left were scraps, dreams and memories of good times. When the Rangari were rebranded as The Trackers of the Hand.
“Uh, yeah Frei, because you’ve never mentioned him before.”
Reithie sat backwards on the chair as watched her friend clean her gun, Â the sweet, sweet air of Pandaria wafted through the open door of the inn they were staying at.
“If you must pry, he is a Vindicator I met in the Hinterlands. We have a good working chemistry, nothing more, nothing less. I will be meeting him soon, we have a mission that we have been tasked with.” right to the point, that was Freiha for you. She didn’t pay Reithie much attention a she meticulously cleaned her gun, making sure that not a spot was spared by her high standards for cleanliness.
“Alright, so… when will you be back?” the other woman rocked the chair back onto it’s back legs, bring the front ones back down with a thud. Freiha promptly glared at her.
“Undetermined, but if you must know, I’ll send a missive on my return.”
Reithie sighed, leaning forward, resting her chin in her hands as she glanced outside, chewing on her lip. “Fine, I’ll see you then.”
Pandaria had been a beautiful place, one that Reithie had enjoyed exploring on her own.
But that was the problem, it was on her own.
She hadn’t heard head or hair of Helran, let alone Freiha spending more time with this Varistus character. As the wind picked up, brushing her long auburn hair,  it carried the sweet scent of flowers with it. Her warm breath started to fog the bracer she wore, as she rested her face against her arm, looking out at the beautiful scenery atop of a hill. Tyrian, her loyal companion, slept at her side, basking in the sun and enjoying every second of it.
But, it was alright, she was use to it, being left behind like this.
