Chatima
03-29-2008, 08:52 PM
Chatima Bloodhoof stirred from his rest and quietly looked over to his lifemate Haquel, who was still resting peacefully. Quietly he rose and moved to the opening of the tent. He looked out across the plains of Mulgore and once again thought of the monumental decision that he and Haquel had made.
To serve the Horde.
While both were quite content with their life together at the moment, they both knew that offering there services to the Chieftan was something they felt called to do. The spirits were already stirring for Chatima, making his training in shamanism come easy, and Haquel had always known she possessed the soul of a druid. It was a monumental decision for their lives, but one that had come easy.
Being of the Bloodhoof tribe made it easier as well. Although not directly blood related to Cairne, their tribal associations and sharing of surname was something that Chatima never took lightly, although he sometimes found himself irritated by the assumptions some made. Assumptions that usually called him to end the conversation rather abruptly with, "No, I am of the tribe, but not of direct relation to our Chieftan, and hold no special favor with him beyond that of any other tribesman, therefore if you truly desire what it is you claim, you must curry his favor for yourself."
He was aware of a stirring behind him as Haquel rose from her slumber and approached him. She embraced him firmy and lovingly, resting her head on his broad chest and sighing contentedly. "Up early again my mate? Does something trouble you?"
"No lifemate," he replied. "I am simply eager to begin this new stage in our lives. Together as always."
They stood quietly and watched the sun break the horizon. Whatever service to Thrall's Horde brought to them, they would face it together, and they would succeed as they always did.
To serve the Horde.
While both were quite content with their life together at the moment, they both knew that offering there services to the Chieftan was something they felt called to do. The spirits were already stirring for Chatima, making his training in shamanism come easy, and Haquel had always known she possessed the soul of a druid. It was a monumental decision for their lives, but one that had come easy.
Being of the Bloodhoof tribe made it easier as well. Although not directly blood related to Cairne, their tribal associations and sharing of surname was something that Chatima never took lightly, although he sometimes found himself irritated by the assumptions some made. Assumptions that usually called him to end the conversation rather abruptly with, "No, I am of the tribe, but not of direct relation to our Chieftan, and hold no special favor with him beyond that of any other tribesman, therefore if you truly desire what it is you claim, you must curry his favor for yourself."
He was aware of a stirring behind him as Haquel rose from her slumber and approached him. She embraced him firmy and lovingly, resting her head on his broad chest and sighing contentedly. "Up early again my mate? Does something trouble you?"
"No lifemate," he replied. "I am simply eager to begin this new stage in our lives. Together as always."
They stood quietly and watched the sun break the horizon. Whatever service to Thrall's Horde brought to them, they would face it together, and they would succeed as they always did.