Rage Tamed
Something short, inspired by all that WoW stuff I've been seeing lately. Not my normal stuff, but I wanted to branch out a bit.
Regis Silverfang was not one to be trifled with. It had taken a handful of tauren soldiers to get him on the ground. The many strikes they'd battered him with had dented his armor and bled his skin, but it could not break his soul. The worgen had a secret that not even his own men knew about, and that was that he had studied in the druidic ways. It was the reason why his hide was so tough, and his armor reflected the harm onto his attackers.
The reason he hadn't used his animal form to fight was because he'd never mastered it. When he had transformed in the past, he would often fly into a bloodrage. Worgen were already seen with suspicion due to their bestial nature. He did not need to add fuel to the fire by chancing his transformations.
Now that he was pinned to the ground and his men had fled out of sight on his order, he would fight to his dying breath. He would not allow the enemy to pry secrets from his brain.
Roaring out more tremendously than his worgen throat should be capable, Regis expanded in size, becoming the size of a worg. His armor and clothing laid in tatters on the ground, shoved to the side by his form which rippled with visible strength. His eyes grew red and he snapped mindlessly at the taurens, ripping apart their wooden shields in a single bite.
"Druid!" one of them called, unphased by the danger of the situation. They were warriors, and it was still one man against a dozen tauren.
If Regis were in the correct state of mine, he might've thought that they'd appropriately called out his vocation. But that was not the intention of the call.
Regis slumped onto the ground, instantly falling asleep after the tauren's own druid has finished the casting of the spell.
When Regis awoke, he was in his right mind, but not his right body. Around him on all sides were wooden walls, just over the lips of which he saw the backs of kodo. In his own cell, there was a bed of hay and a tipped over bucket containing meat.
He had no idea how he'd gotten in a stable and how he was now shapeshifted completely into a wolf, but he had no intention of staying around. The wolf readied himself by relaxing on his rear haunches, bracing for the jump. He pushed off with all his strength, sailing onto the lip of the stall door which kept him enclosed. Then, he felt a jerk backwards from his neck, causing him to roughly flop onto the ground and paw at the source. He'd been collared and leashed like a common pet!
Ignoring the pain in his throat, he gnawed at the leash which was permanently strung to a ring at the back of his stall. A single gnash was all it took. He prepared himself for the jump once more when a large specimen of a tauren opened his stall, kneeling down onto the ground before him.
Regis lunged forward, aiming for the tauren's throat. And began licking.
"That's a good boy," he said, laughing and petting the transformed worgen. "It's a good thing I tamed you while you were still under the druid's influence or you might've ended me right there."
In his mind, Regis was fuming, but he couldn't stop himself from accepting the affection of this Tauren. Escape was in sight! Why couldn't he force his body to move?
"Now that you're awake, lets use some of my spare books," the Tauren said, bringing out some dusty old tomes from his pack, blowing away the dust to reveal the wording 'Pet Training Manual: Play Dead.' Almost as if by magic, the words from the book swirled in the air and entered Regis' consciousness.
Not able to resist, the worgen immediately flopped over onto his back and closed his eyes. He felt so vulnerable in that moment. The tauren could simply stab him with a spear and he'd be dead. Instead, he felt the large tauren's paw rub his belly.
"Good boy. Now have a treat," the tauren said, throwing a piece of meat at Regis that the worgen dutifully caught from his prone position.
The hunter then grabbed his bow from nearby and slung it onto his arm. "Now that we've got you all settled in, it's time to take you for a hunt. We've got some runaway worgen to track down. Come on boy!"
Regis felt the command sharply in his brain as he was being released from the stable, unable to leave the Tauren's side. He let out a bark of affirmation even as he dreaded what was about to happen. His nose began sniffing at the ground, searching for the scents of his own men.