

I thought of the tauren’s request for aid in fighting their enemy, the vile, filthy centaur.

The only magic the tauren practice is the good, clean magic of the earth, and the land reflects that, the way Draenor once reflected our connection.” Understanding the balance of taking and giving. Strong in the hunt, gentle with the younglings, knowing our place in the world to be right and just. He lifted his arms and tilted his head back, calling the wind to embrace him and dry the tears on his strong green face. “This is how we used to be, my chieftain,” he said in a broken voice. To my astonishment I saw tears on his face, glinting in the moon’s light.

I turned to Drek’Thar, to ask for his wisdom. We left the tent and gazed up at stars too numerous too count, a sweet wind caressing our faces. Night had fallen while we spoke, a soft night befitting this beautiful land. The tauren seemed to me bestial at first, but there was wisdom and humor in them, and by the time the first round of negotiations had been conducted, I knew that the orcs had a rare ally in these half-bovine beings. We smoked pipes, shared food and drink, felt the drumming in our bones, and talked. I remember sitting on the ground in a tent that could be broken down and erected with startling speed, and feeling oddly at home. I remember Cairne Bloodhoof’s deep voice and calm face.

I remember when we first encountered the tauren. Yes, quote time! It’s been a while since I’ve used it: The tauren even had to help the orcs find their way back to their shamanistic roots, so it would be weird if the overall theme was that. He saved them from Alliance, Murlocs/Naga, and Centaurs, not because they are fellow tribalistic, shamanistic cultures. Problem here is still, though, that the only reason the tauren and darkspear followed Thrall is out of obligation.
