Fire Circle (continuing RP thread)

((This is a continuing RP thread based at the Fire Circle in Stonard. Tell your stories as they relate to the Mok'gun!))

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Nimbus yawns and stretches, looking around for any food that's fallen to the ground from the Mok'gun's cooking fire. His tauren is poking numbly at the flames with a stick, sending glowing embers into the air. "It was a terrible time," the tauren said, resting his stick flat on his lap. "I could no longer hear the wilds. I was away from the Grin for months, searching for my lost companions." The tauren pats his Ghost Saber and tosses a slab of dried meat to the ground, which the cat devours more for pleasure than satiation.

"After my service to the Frostwolf at Alterac, I joined the Blacktooth Grin. I wanted to continue the true fight, rather than attempt to chase the likes of Illidan." The tauren nods slightly and pulls a piece of meat from the fire. "I even learned to like the basilisk."

The tauren, finishing his shred of basilisk, describes a thrashing and a Shaarning from the Warchief, followed by grueling months living in the Grot Warrens.

"They say that the tauren are born hunters." Nimbus' ears perk up at the beginning to a familiar story. His tauren turns his gaze across the group, "have you ever seen a tauren catch a salmon out of a stream?" The tauren lets the question fall silently to his companions before answering it for them to continue. "It really is quite exciting."

The tauren turns to an orc next to him, who is face-deep in a basilisk leg, and continues with a renewed excitement. "You ever seen a tauren stalk a python?" The tauren stifles a chuckle. "Of course you haven't. That's because tauren are so adept at blending into their surroundings." The only other tauren among the group erupts into laughter before excusing himself to go to bed.

"I went from a warden of the Frostwolf to the ranks of the Blacktooth Grin, but all the while, I was no hunter." Nimbus' tauren sits up on his rock. "It's one thing to know how to clean a fish or skin a cat. I could hear the wilds, but I was not listening." The tauren's gaze moves from the fire to each member sitting around it. "The spirit that allows the Blacktooth Grin to be cunning, like the monkey, tenacious, like the bear or ferocious like the cat or the wolf, speaks to each of us. The Mok'gun is what has allowed for me to commune with them, and since, my mind has been clear. No longer am I challenged by the wilds."

The tauren pulls a small glowing gem from his pocket, prompting Nimbus to sniff the air around him. "This Crystalline Tear of Loyalty, which contains the desire to serve as a loyal companion coalesced into a single priceless gem, affirms that."

The tauren stands to offer the floor to the next storyteller. "While the Mok'gun are concerned with the spirit of the Blacktooth Grin, we must also remember to be wardens to the feral spirits that wander this world, for they will outlast us all."

The druid Xibalbah rises from her seat and takes the stick representing the attention of the other Mok'gun from Nimbus' tauren and passes it down the line. "Please, continue."