The stocky orc sat overlooking the common walkways of Orgrimmar. Flickering orbs of lightning danced around her still body as her intense gaze swept over the Orcs, Trolls, Tauren and Undead. Rumors of the infiltration of Warsong were whispered everywhere.
Vegonna grunted and tugged on her greasy ponytail of hair. 'Pushdug Elvzies. Thrall sed dhat Kalimador wuld be Vegonna's home. Warchief say Horde lay claim to Dis place. Nub our fault we here.'
Caught in her musings she heard the battle cry go up, the Alliance was invading the Lumber Camp again. With a growl, Vegonna stood, called the Spirit of the Wolf and dashed off to the camp. Claws clicking on stone, a feral snarl curling her lip the orc in wolf form ran. The balls of lightning that was her bond with the elements swirled in a faster frenzy around her transparent form. A howl burst from her throat as she lept, clearing the gate. Nine other Horde stood gathered, waiting for the push from the Elven Alliance. Vegonna sniffed the air, she smelt the fear from both sides. Returning to her thick skinned Orc form Vegonna growled at the horde around her.
"Vegonna steal dere weapons and dere tools. Den we Crush dem Pushdug!" Pressing her massive mace into the ground she called forth Rockbiter to bless her weapon. Beating the mace against her shield she began her battle chant.
Some Rogue barked an order Vegonna did not agree with and the Orc turned on him, baring her teeth, 'Theeb, Vegonna nub let weakling infiltrate! Vegonna BORN to do dis.'
The Rogue sneered at the Orc, 'Well I am telling the priest and the druid not to heal you then. So you will be slaughtered before the Alliance like the pig you are.'
Vegonna grinned wickedly, eyes lighting up with the bloodlust. "Mehbe so... but Vegonna has her pack." an offhand gesture to two of her recent fighting companions, one a Hunter by name of Ikky and another a Warlock by the name of Ronstin. "Deh keep Vegonna going!'
The Rogue snorted, 'And neither can heal.'
"Vegonna no need heal. Vegonna has dah Spiruts!" And off she loped towards the brilliant sunlight of the battlefield. The Alliance were pouring from the Silverwing Lodge, but Vegonna was off, running full speed in Wolf form. She heard the paw and footprints of Ikky behind her and knew the hunter would have her back. Up and around Vegonna ran, her senses keeping her away from the hidden rogues and elves. Into the hold she came, licking her lips in anticipation, Ikky on her heels.
Three of the enemy sat guarding the commanders Flag... Vegonna's target. A silent nod to Ikky and she was down, dropping totems and grabbing the flag. The Alliance, surprised by the sudden ambush gave Vegonna the moment she needed to break free of the pack as Ikky charged in making the Alliance defenders break into panic. A mage rooted the Orc in place with a frost nova and began to wind up a pyroblast, Vegonna winced, Fire was painful when coming from a mage... but before the spell was complete he was running in terror across the chamber. Ronstin had arrived and was covering her retreat.
Flag in her hands Vegonna made for the exit. Dropping the flag for a moment, she shifted to wolf form, grabbed the flag in her teeth and ran for the Mill. The battle raged midfield but Vegonna had a single purpose, break the morale of the alliance... capture this token of their ineptitude.
And so she did. Three times did she steal items of import from the mill, but never without backup from her Pack.
The battle won, Vegonna limped back into Org to the Skullcrusher Camp. Showing her wounds proudly Vegonna stood in the camp beat her shield with her mace.
"Vegonna calls her Pack. Vegonna will have her Pack. Who will be Vegonna's Pack?"
Her eyes fell to a few among the wings, Rodala, Narlla, Vedka and Ssyndra... "Join Vegonna's Pack an we push dah Pushdug back!"