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He always thought that Dalaran was so beautiful with it's magical infused buildings. Varendar could just stay here the rest of his life if he could. Varendar was a highborne with glowing sky blue eyes, violet skin, and moon light sliver hair to prove it. But unlike many of the highborne, Varendar wasn't a mage. He was a hunter and he treasured his pet ghost wolf, Fearless, dearly.

Currently Varendar was walking to the Legerdemain Lounge when Fearless barked deeply at someone. When Fearless barks deeply it means someone is trying to get Varendar's attention. He looked to where Fearless was barking to find a hooded figure coming toward them. He scanned them.

Female, judging by the body structure I say Tauren, and by the outfit I say that she's a priestess, Varendar thought.

“Excuses me,” she said. “Are you Varendar Moonblood?”

“Yes I am,” he answered.

She got up right beside him. That's when he noticed that she smelt like rotting flesh.

“I come on be half of Illidan Stormrage,” she whispered in his ear.

He shoot her a surprised look.

“He wishes to meet with you,” she whispered, “he'll be waiting at Icecrown Citadel.”

“I'll be there,” he agreed.

“There is a mount waiting to take you there at Krasus' Landing,” she said before walking off.

Fearless gave a high yelp and wagged his tail, which meant he was excited. Varendar smiled and patted his head.

“Looks like we got our long awaited wish,” he said.

Fearless gave another high yelp.

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Vaeerlairan just got off the boat at  Rut'theran Village or what was left of it. He had to steal a night saber to fit in. the Death Druid's deer mounts would have made him stand out. Not that the Death Priests' and Priestess' ghost wolf mounts was any better. He couldn't even turn into his bird form with it looking like it does now. Vaeelairan also had to bring his hood down more so no one could see the icy blue eyes of death that he inherited when brought back to life.

He strolled through the portal that connected Rut'theran to Darnassus and nodded at the sentinels on the other side. He walked to the bank, that's when he noticed a board named “The Hero's Call”. He dismounted and went over to take a look. It was filled with help wanted posters at places that were nearly distorted. He went to the pack on the saber. He started digging in it. He pulled a whine bottle. He looked over at the saber.

“And your master was a priestess of Elune?” he commented.

He put the bottle back in and pulled out a pack of parchment and some lead to write with. The saber growled at him.

“Keep that up and I'll make sure you freed to the Frost Wyrms.” he threaten.

The saber stopped. He wrote all the places, reasons, and who to see down. He put the parchment and lead back into the pack and closed it.

Now to get out of here before-, He thought.

“Vaeerlairan is that you?” asked someone.

Someone that knows me sees me, he thought.

Vaeerlairan looked over the saddle to see his cousin, Isabella “Brightspot” Greenmoon.

Shit, he thought, Why, of all the people on Azeroth, does it have to be her?

Vaeelairan loves hard missions, but when it came to places that his 1st cousin could be at, he hates them. He smiled at her.

“Brightspot,” he said, “It's good to see you.”

Brightspot walked over to him she gave him a big hug.

“It's good to see you too,” she said before she pulled back, “You're cold. Are you felling all right?”

“Yeah,” he lied, “I just got back from Northend.”

“Alright,” she said, “You must be tired and hungry. Come I'll make your favorite meal. Wait why did you ride a saber back instead of flying?”

“I did,” he lied again, “half way, but my wings got tired so I had to barrow a saber to ride the rest of the way.”

“Oh okay,” she said leading the way back to her home.

He would have refused the offer of food and bed, but that would have made him look suspicious.

And General Illidan wouldn't like that one bit, he thought.

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The ride wasn't a nice one for Varendar. One, the mount was a skeletal version of a Gryphon and two, the ride was so bumpy and bouncy that it made he's stomach upset. They finally landed at the Citadel. There the same Tauren was waiting for them. Fearless jumped off wagging his tail while Varendar slip off and fall back first on the snowy ground. The Tauren came over to check on him.

“You okay?” she asked.

Varendar held his stomach and groaned.

“Oh,” the Tauren said understandingly.

A few moments later they walked into the Citadel. There Fearless let out a high pitch bark, meaning he spotted someone he loves, and ran to a male night elf. The male bent down petting him.

“Hey Fearless,” he said, “How are you boy?”

Fearless started to lick his face causing the male to laugh.

“Sir,” said the Tauren.

The male nodded and she left. The male looked at Varendar and smiled.

“It's been a long time Varen,” he said.

“A bit too long if you ask me, Illi,” Varendar said.

They hugged each other.

“I thought you were dead?” he asked.

“I still am,” answered Illidan, “But I heard that you killed Maiev.”

“I had to,” said Varendar, “she killed my best friend.”

Illidan laughed.

“Always out for revenge?” he asked.

“You know it,” answered Varendar.

“Anyway, I have a request for you,” said Illidan, “You don't have to do this if you don't want to. What I need you to do is go to Darnassus and request an audience with Tryande Whisperwind for me.”

“Isn't she that girl that was looking for you for your parents that one time when we were little?” Varendar asked.

“Yep that's he,” Illidan answered.

“I'll do it then,” said Varendar.

Illidan smiled and put his hand on Varendar's shoulder.

“I knew you would,” he said, “You'll have to wait for our Alliance and Horde spies come back before you can depart.”

Varendar nodded understandingly.

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There was a loud banging on the door. Brightspot got up from the table.

“Now who could that be?” she asked.

She and Vaeelairan was having dinner together and enjoying each others company after such a long time. She open the door to see three sentinels.

“What's going on?” she asked.

“Where is the druid Vaeelairan?” one of them asked.

“Why?” was all Brightspot asked.

Vaeelairan sneaked out of the back door to the saber. He dug into the pack and took out the parchment he wrote on earlier. He folded it and put it in on of the pouches on his belt. The saber started to roar.

“Shh,” he said.

“He's trying to get away!” shouted one of the sentinels.

He started to run, but didn't get too far when two of them tackled him. They then dragged him to the Temple of The Moon and straight to Tryande and Malfurion. They forced him down on his knees in front of them. Vaeelairan looked up to see the priestess, that he stole the saber from, right beside them.

“That's him,” she said, “he's the one that stole my mount.”

Tryande removed his hood.

“Vaeelairan Greenmoon?” exclaim Malfurion, “We thought you lost in Northend. How did you survive?”

“You know nothing do you?” Vaeelairan asked.

Tryande looked down at the tabard he was wearing.

Black angle wings with a red hand over it, she thought.

She gasped.

“You're a member of the Illidari Army aren't you?” she asked.

Vaeelairan looked into her silver eyes with his icy blue ones. That was enough of an answer for her to look away. The sentinels dug through all his pouches. They found and gave Malfurion the parchment. Malfurion looked over them.

“Why did you write all this?” he asked.

“I was ordered to,” Vaeelairan answered.

“By who?” asked Malfurion with anger, “My brother?”

Vaeelairan gave him an angry look that was as equal in force as his.

“Malfurion let me tell you a little story,” he said.

There once was a white tiger, who was the high priestess of the moon watcher temple, a buck, who started and lead the great ones that was one with nature, and a jackal, who was head of the great and mysterious magi. Now you see the jackal and the buck were brothers that once was really close and the white tiger was their childhood friend. When they grow order both the jackal and the buck fall in love with the white tiger. The jackal try so hard to win the white tiger’s heart that him tend to make a fool of him self. The white tiger told the jackal that she would think about going with him. So the jackal felt so happy with that when he saw his brother , the buck, and the white tiger rubbing heads in affection, he went insane with rage.

The jackal started to kill innocent people and became a half demon. The buck and the white tiger saw this. The white tiger was devastated while the buck was full of hatred, So much hatred that he banished his own brother from their home land. The jackal soon found a land to hide in, but he never noticed that he was being followed. That one was a silver tiger and she was out to kill him. She soon accomplished that. The silver tiger was so happy of her victory that she didn’t noticed someone.

It was the great king of the undead, the stallion. The stallion had the ability to bring anyone back from the dead to serve him and that’s what he did to the jackal. Though he didn’t except the jackal to defied him after his death. The jackal killed innocent people in the snowy lands, but he wasn’t done yet. No, he wanted to kill the ones that got him to this state. So he headed off to the new capital of the tigers and deer. Now this place was also a place were many other animals come to visit and to rest up. The jackal made it there and was headed to the newly built temple of the moon watcher.

There he found his brother and the white tiger. No longer having feels toward the white tiger he killed her and the buck. This scared all the other animals. They ran and made way to the kingdom in the east. No one daring to return in fear that they too would be the jackal’s next prey.

“Now answer me this,” Vaeelairan said, “Who are the fools? I’ll give you a hint one them isn’t the jackal.”

The anger in Malfurion’s eyes turned to sorrow knowing full well that the fools in the story was the Buck and White Tiger- Tryande and him.

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A skeletal bat watched the whole scene in the temple through the glass roof.

I must tell General Stormrage, it thought before it flew off in the direction of Northend.

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And thus the mounts have been reviled. I wonder how Illidan is going to react to this news.