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Perhaps the ever burning hatred between the Alliance and the Horde will never be extinguished. That wouldn't stop a young tauren monk from trying however. In Kylesa's mind, any and all conflicts could be solved diplomatically, if you give the right words of course. Although he worked for the Horde, the tauren only held his rank to fight the forces that would bring harm to the denizens of Azeroth. He tried to not take part in the petty squabbles for land or resources that plagued the two factions, but today was different. He was under direct orders from the Warchief himself to infiltrate the Alliance garrison in Shadowmoon Valley and steal their battle plans. They had been informed that the Alliance were planning something big, something that could uproot the Horde's hold in Frostfire Ridge. If that happened, then the Legion would have a free foothold to make their advance. Kylesa wasn't about to let that happen.

Accompanied by Xiao, a loyal friend to Kylesa he met growing up in Pandaria, they flew together on wyverns down to Socrethar's Rise. Their recent expedition there had wiped out the Shadow Council's hold on there, leaving a small Horde outpost right under the Alliance's nose. Upon arrival they were given the reigns of two massive, black furred wolves. The beasts were extremely clever and quick to train, understanding just about any order one could give them. They set out quickly under the darkness of the midnight sky, being sure to stay off the roads to avoid the Alliance patrols. As they made their way past Anguish Fortress, Kylesa couldn't help but feel uneasy. The courier that brought him the message carried a strange and unfamiliar aura about her, and he couldn't quite place it. The seal on letter was perfect, carrying the exact insignia of the scribe of the Warchief himself so he didn't give it any further thought. The feeling still nagged at him however as they drew closer and closer to the Alliance garrison. He shrugged it off and pressed on.

The companions soon dismounted and sent the wolves back in the direction of the Horde encampment. "Don't you think this job would be better suited for maybe a rogue or perhaps a druid? I don't see how a brewmaster and mistweaver would be the top candidates for a mission such as this," the pandaren spoke softly to Kylesa.

"I don't even question their logic anymore, Xiao," he replied shaking his head slowly. "I just do as they say and hope it wont end up screwing us over in the end." The two waited patiently behind the cover of a tree, looking for the right opportunity to sneak their way in. Eventually a band of patrols made their way back, causing the massive wooden gate to open for just the right amount of time. Quickly looking over to the pandaren, they nodded to each other, pulling out a vial of swirling grey liquid. They popped the tops off and sucked them down, quickly fading them from the view from mortal eyes. They hurried and slipped through the opening in the gate just before it slammed shut behind them. They made a dash for the town hall, making sure to give them enough time to get inside before the effects of the potion wore off. They were met with an empty building, it's inhabitants most likely sleeping at this hour. The two quickly began to explore the base of operations, searching the command table for anything suspicious. Kylesa's eyebrows furrowed, unable to find anything that would lead them to believe the Alliance had anything nefarious planned at all. Suddenly, the two could hear footsteps and a rather loud conversation from outside. The two looked at each other and the both darted for a hiding spot. Kylesa hid behind a stack of crates while Xaio hid under a rack of barrels, hiding in the shadows underneath. The door slammed open and two separate sets of footsteps could be heard.

"King Wrynn sends his regards, Commander. He has chosen you specifically for this mission because he believes your particular set of skills are perfect for the job," a female voice spoke. That voice... Kylesa recognized it immediately. It was the voice of Astrya, the same pandaren that had brought him the report from Vol'jin himself. And that aura... He had never felt anything like it. It was mysterious and unnerving at the same time and he could feel immense power radiating from it. She adorned a pure white robe and her eyes seemed to unnerve him whenever he looked into them. "The Horde are planning something big, and we need to know exactly what. We need you to infiltrate their garrison in Frostfire Ridge and find out whatever they're plotting." She spoke in a voice that seemed to emanate from every point in the room. "But wait... I think we have company, commander," she seemed to hiss.

"I know," the second voice growled in a low voice. "I can smell them." He snarled and kicked over the rack of barrels, unearthing the pandaren and pulling him up to his feet. It was a worgen with pure black fur in a suit of dark grey leather. He drew a dagger from his belt and held it to the monk's neck. The priest whispered an incantation and suddenly the crates that kept Kylesa from view dissipated into nothing. He was lifted up into the air and a dark energy constricted his muscles, making him unable to act. "The Horde shows their colors already I see!" General Ripsnarl, the commander of the Shadowmoon Garrison spoke with anger burning in his voice. Kylesa looked at Astrya and saw her robes dripping with a dark black substance and a powerful shadowy glow emanated from her eyes, her face seeming to twist and distort itself. Xaio fell slack in the worgen's grip and fell to the floor unconscious. Suddenly a voice invaded Kylesa's mind and spoke in a deep and ominous voice. In the land of Ny'alotha there is only sleep... He too soon fell slack in the pandaren's dark grip.

"They are yours to do with as you please, Commander," the pandaren spoke, her appearance returning back to normal as she turned to the commander. "I must now depart, there is a long road ahead of me I fear." She looked down at the tauren and a small grin crossed her face.

"Very well. I'll have a guard see you off. I have many plans for these two, to say the least," the worgen growled out with a grin.

The mind of the unconscious monk was invaded by dark whispers, seeping through his thoughts and filling them with murky images of a sunken city, void of all light and sound where only mad things walked. The thoughts were abruptly interrupted as searing pain rocked through his body. His eyes shot open to find himself chained up shirtless, facing a wall. The sensation ended as the burning poker was taken away from his shoulder. He could hear a short laugh from behind him, followed by a growling voice he instantly recognized. "So my catch is finally awake, the famous Kylesa Mara, commander of the Frostwall garrison," Ripsnarl said with a grin. He trailed a claw along the tauren's back, down along his spinal cord.

"Where's Xaio? If you've hurt him I'll kill you myself," the monk spat, pulling to no avail at the shackles on his wrists. He hissed in pain as a knife was planted into his arm, and he felt his energy being sapped right from him.

"From my point of view, you're in no position to say such things, cow," the wolf snarled in his ear. He grabbed at his pants a ripped the backside open, leaving the tauren exposed to the commander. The worgen grabbed Kylesa's rump roughly in his grip and squeezed, digging his claws into his skin enough to draw blood. "I had so much fun with your panda friend. I loved the way he squealed when I sunk my knot into him, oh and how he begged for me to stop! It's getting me hard just thinking about it. And the way he bled when cut his throat open... Satisfaction like that doesn't come too easily these day." Kylesa's eyes shot open, he could sense the truth of the commanders words but he refused to accept them.

"You're lying!" the monk shouted, anger and adrenaline coursing through his veins. He yanked and pulled at the chains in a futile attempt to free himself.

"Oh you can only wish it to be true, Kylesa. Unfortunately you won't be sharing your friends fate, but I still have desires left unquenched," the perverse worgen commander chuckled. "I've never had my way with a tauren before, I'm sure this will be a unique experience for the both of us." Kylesa heard the sound of the wolf's belt buckle being undone and suddenly he felt his grip shift over to his hip, and a drooling member pushed its way inbetween underneath his tail. Suddenly the worgen thrusted forward roughly, sinking his entire canine member deep into the tauren's ass. "You're not quite as tight as your panda friend, but you'll definitely do," Ripsnarl grunted as he began fiercely thrusting into the monk's entrance. "I bet you're all too familiar with this aren't you? Why don't you leave the Horde and come join me here as my personal toy?" he growled in the tauren's ear, enunciated with a quick thrust. He began to grind his knot against the tauren's hole each time to bucked into him.

Kylesa felt emotionally numb with the loss of his friend. He couldn't accept the worgen's word even though he knew deep inside they were true. He felt his mind become invaded by the familiar whispering. At the bottom of the ocean even light must die... The worgen huffed as pounded roughly into the tauren's tight orifice, grinding his swollen knot even harder into him. With a final thrust, he shoved the tight bulge into the monk's rump. He felt the worgen tense up as he shot wave after wave of hot cum into his ass, leaving the wolf panting behind him resting on his back.

"You're not as vocal as your friend was, although he ended up pretty quiet there in the end," the worgen commander said with a grin, giving the tauren a short thrust. A black liquid began to emit from the pores underneath the monk's fur, slowly seeping out from his body. The wolf felt a tingling feeling on his stomach and arms and he looked down in confusion. The black substance covered his fur and he noticed it beginning to eat away at is skin. In a panic, the wolf pulled his knotted cock out from the monk's backside with a plop and backed away, trying to rub the ink textured substance from his fur. He quickly grabbed a towel and wiped the substance from his body. It had already ate through the fur on his arms and stomach and his skin was left with a light burn. He looked over to the tauren commander with a snarl, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. His anger quickly turned to horror as the sight of the monk seeping black ink, the liquid audibly sizzling as it dripped onto the floor. The shackles around his wrists dissipated into nothing as the ink ate away through the metal as though it was nothing. The worgen quickly armed himself with a quick-steel rapier and brandished it in the monk's direction. The whispering grew louder in Kylesa's mind, and he turned towards the wolf slowly. The wolf shook with horror as he looked into his eyes, only to be met with a swirling abyss.

The monks face began to distort itself, his whole body swirling with an unknown power. He ripped the dagger from his arm and felt his energy return, feeling the wound heal instantaneously as the black substance poured over it. He extended his hand towards Ripsnarl and began channeling mist into his palm. Only this time, the mist wasn't a soothing light green color, it was pure black, seeming to eat away at the light as it passed through it. He closed his hand into a fist and the mist enveloped the tauren, surrounding him in a swirling abyss of dark energy, extending out like a centralized storm of swirling black fog. The tauren's gaze lifted into the worgen's wide eyes, leaving him paralyzed in place. The whirling wind of dark mist extended out like a funnel and began to envelop the wolf. What was once a light tingling sensation turned into heavy burning as the churning cloud ate away and tore at his body. He let out a howl of pain as he was slowly consumed by the black void, leaving not even bones in his place.

The whispers in Kylesa's mind suddenly left, washed away like a refreshing stream. The black substance that covered his body was gone, leaving him standing there alone in the dark, cold room. He cursed, and darted through the exit of the room, searching franticly for the cellar that contained Xiao. Thankfully he didn't have to look for very long, and he busted through the door only to find the pandaren laying naked in a pool of his own blood. "Xiao!" the monk called out, diving to his knees and turning his lifeless body to face him. He frantically channeled everything he had into the pandaren's body, surrounding their bodies in a cloud of steaming mist. He called upon every last bit of energy in his body to bring life back to the cold pandaren, but nothing would bring warmth back to those paws.

Kylesa looked up, and through the haze he could see a shimmering image of Xiao, his spirit lingering for one final moment. The tauren reached out and tried to pull his spirit towards him. "Please! Not like this! It wasn't supposed to end like this!" the monk cried out, with tears pouring down his face. Xiao reached out to take his hand, but was pulled away just as their fingertips were mere inches from each other. The pandaren's image faded away, leaving the tauren clutching his lifeless body in his arms. Kylesa pulled his face into the pandaren's chest and sobbed, the loss of his dearest friend raking his heart like hot stakes. He never admitted his feelings to pandaren because he felt he would turn him away and leave his side. Now he was gone forever.