LeahLovesHorses

Do you dream while you sleep or is it an escape from the horrors of reality? -Puzzle Box of Yogg-Saron Alone in her hut, Leah shifted and moaned in fitful sleep. In her dreams, she found herself on a lone hill, single-handedly battling a score of Legion minions. Exhausted, muscles burning with over-exertion, the hunter continued to slay demon after demon. With nothing but her fury and her desperation to survive to aid her, she pressed on. Abruptly, the onslaught ended. Panting and covered in demon blood, Leah searched for more enemies.  They couldn’t have just stopped; the Legion never stops. “Surrender,” came a voice fr

A gentle snow fell outside Trueshot Lodge. It was early evening, and the lodge was quieter than usual. Though a few hunters milled about, most members of the Hidden Path had been deployed to the Broken Shore to aid the Legionfall objective. Leah leaned over a planning table filled with charts and maps. Tactician Tinderfell, a tall, comely blood elf, stood by Leah holding several missives in her hand. “Ma’am, I have Hemet Nessingwary and Addie Fizzlebog down for the mission in Suramar,” the tactician stated. Leah shook her head. “Uh, I t’ink we best give Nessingwary a different partner. Addie be a good little hu

In Sen’jin Village, a bonfire burned so high it could be seen from Razor Hill. Drums sounded a vibrant, joyous rhythm while trolls chanted beautiful songs in their native tongue. Dancers gyrated and stomped with a vigor that Vol’jin hadn’t witnessed since the Darkspear spent their first peaceful night on the shores of Durotar nearly a decade ago. Under his rush’kah mask, the chieftain smiled. If this was to be his legacy, he could die happy; he had finally realized his father’s dream. His only regret was that it had cost him his best friend. Master Gadrin appeared at the edge of the crowd holding a large bowl of

The breeze was cool and pleasant as it swept across the grassy plains of Mulgore. Gently it tousled Leah’s hot pink mohawk as she stood leaning against the nearby bridge support. The ground was cold and damp under her feet from the rainstorm which had swept across the plains the night before. She and Taj rested along the southern edge of Stonebull Lake just off the path outside of Bloodhoof Village. Parched from the long ride through the sweltering Barrens, the troll’s trusty raptor drank eagerly from the cool, clear lake. Leah held his bosal and reins in her hands as she scanned the surface of the water. The lake appeared deep an

One day, you’ll think of him, and it won’t hurt anymore. You’ll remember all the good times and be happy for them, and you’ll be at peace. Five years ago, after news reached Leah that her beloved Boaris was missing and presumed dead, this was the wisdom Poreen had offered her. Leah’s tauren friend was pragmatic and discerning, and the hunter respected her a great deal, but at the time, the words had been little comfort. However as the days passed, Leah found that in a way Poreen was right. With a smile on her face, she could recall Boaris’s easy manner, his cheesy sense of humor, and the graceful way he d

The moon was high in the sky by the time Leah reached the Echo Isles. Tasks at Trueshot Lodge had kept her later than she’d have liked, but at least this way she’d have fewer prying eyes. As she made her way to Bwonsamdi’s shrine, Leah heard the gentle sound of waves and saw the twinkle of a million stars in the Durotarian sky. The familiar sights and sounds gave the hunter comfort as she set to work before the shrine. The favor she was about to ask of the loa of the dead was no small one, and so no meager offering would do. Leah set down a large bag of supplies. From it, she produced a bottle of oil which she used to fill