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canon divergent durotan of the frostwolf clan.

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❝ —  there has been a war between orcs and humans for as long as can be remembered. but there was once a time, when we did not even know who our enemy was. or what that evil green magic, the FEL, had done to us. but in the beginning, how could we have known ? what choice did we have ? our world was dying, and I had to find my clan a new HOME. ❞

ind. sel. canon divergent durotan of warcraft, featured on bcnebroken !

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quick psa: Durotan loves his wife and his smol green bean son and would definitely kill a bitch for them thanks for coming to my ted talk

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❝ I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars. ❞

incarceron starters; ACCEPTING

—– The child’s sentiment brought a smile to his face, a soft chuckle rumbling from between his tusks. She reminded him of HIMSELF, when he had been little; so soft, quiet, yet... thoughtful in ways that children were often not. He, too, had wished to see the stars. Durotan could recall once promising his mother he would CATCH one for her, though she had assured him that her son was the only star she cherished.

—– The chieftain offered her a gentle blue gaze. ❝You dream of the stars, little one?❞ he asked, genuinely curious in her answer, for children were so LOVELY in their explanations, ❝I dreamed of them, too, when I was a pup. They are quite nice, aren’t they?❞

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❝ If it means my death, I don’t care, because even death will be a sort of freedom. ❞ ( from Eryis )

incarceron starters; ACCEPTING

—– Was there liberty in death? Perhaps. When his spirit would eventually leave his body to be among ancestors and loved ones long gone, maybe it would be only then that he would TRULY be free. Perhaps it was only the nature of the living world, or at least, the nature of their worlds, that they would be so TETHERED to it. The thought saddened him, a gentle sigh falling from his tusked mouth.

—– ❝Wherever your path takes you... I hope it brings you PEACE. ❞

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❝ I’ve known it was waiting for me, but now I’m not sure I can face it. ❞

incarceron starters; ACCEPTING

—–❝Is this not your life’s work?❞ Durotan questioned, graying brows raised in response to her sentiment. In truth, he could understand- when he had been young, he grew knowing the role of CHIEFTAIN would be waiting for him. And yet, when the mantle was placed upon his shoulders, it felt too heavy. He had questioned if the position was ever really meant for him in the first place; but how was he to know if he did not FACE it? The old chieftain stood tall, hoping that perhaps she could draw from his strength.

—– ❝You have spent centuries chasing after HIM. What would those years mean if you turned back now? The lives lost, sacrifices made just to get a single step further?❞Durotan shook his head. ❝You HAVE to face this, Warden. Face it, and you will either emerge victorious or die with honor.❞

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part of my canon-divergency extends to Durotan’s mother, Geyha, coming through the Dark Portal with him as part of the warband. she always seemed too fierce and too protective of her son to just settle down and take care of a bunch of sick kids that aren’t hers, plus there’s no sense in Durotan not allowing his mother/shaman/recorder of the clan’s history when he’s allowing his heavily pregnant wife ( and by extension, his infant son ) and Drek’Thar, who is old and blind. like... Durotan is the only thing that Geyha has left and she’s not going to just let Durotan and Draka and her grandbaby just phase through a portal to an unknown world without her there with them.

tl;dr mama wolf is not lettin her boy go through ANY weird shady green portals without her.

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❝ It’s in the way they look at you. Sometimes they fear you. ❞

incarceron starters; ACCEPTING

—– To be feared; a blessing, a curse. Perhaps BOTH, or even neither, though Durotan himself regarded it within a position BETWEEN good and bad. With fear came obedience, and with obedience came an easy rule; but why command fear when one could command RESPECT? If you were feared enough, you were untouchable, even- but if your people respected you so greatly, what WORRY was there to be had? Durotan did not believe in being feared... but that did not mean it was always AVOIDABLE.

—– ❝It is not as if they do not have reason to be afraid,❞ the orc rumbled dryly, scarred arms folded over broad chest, ❝I killed my first INNOCENT as a boy of fifteen. Who in their right mind would not fear someone like that?❞

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bringing them home

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/ STRANGER

Nazun paused, then put on some speed as Longtooth called to him. ‘She’s found someone,’ he said. ‘Come on, shaman.’

‘I’m–’ not a shaman, Terebas would have said for at least the fifth time, but kept her breath. This was Nazun understanding her role through the lens of his own culture more than his memory drifting away, she was sure. She was keeping him too close to the here-and-now of the living world for that. She lengthened her stride, but was brought up short almost as quickly when Nazun stopped, cocking his head as howls from a living wolf echoed past them. Very close, those howls….

‘Ah! Look!’

Above them and in the near distance was another orc, dressed similarly enough to Nazun that they were almost certainly a Frostwolf. They had a weapon in hand and the advantage of high ground, but their posture wasn’t aggressive. Curious, perhaps. Wary. Nazun waved his arm over his head enthusiastically, though as she glanced at him he was frowning in thought. ‘Now who is that…’ he murmured, and began mumbling names to himself, dismissing each in turn.

The living orc had raised their hand in a wave as though in answer to Nazun, and Terebas lifted her free hand to answer in turn. She started walking again, as she hadn’t been challenged. Maybe the Frostwolf was waiting until she was closer to ask name and purpose. She wouldn’t want to be shouting up and down the hill, personally.

There was another howl, a sadder sound, followed by a second, ethereal one. It sounded like the Frostwolf’s companion had an idea of what was coming. Nazun sped up again, running noiselessly atop the snow. ‘Hurry!’ he called back. Terebas couldn’t very well yell back at him without the living Frostwolf hearing, so she simply followed at an easy jog, sticking to what was left of footprints already on the trail.

—– The apparent lack of AGGRESSION in the traveler’s returned gesture comforted him, if only slightly. Sharptooth kept up her singing, though it sounded now as though she were communicating with another wolf, a series of short yips and rumbles that comprised the language of the wolves. Durotan passed her another glance, wondering if that was the case- though he SAW nothing. The only wolf to be seen was Sharptooth herself, and yet she bound and yapped through the snow as though she had a friend with her. Sharptooth was not a silly wolf, by any means. She was as NO-NONSENSE as Ice, but twice as young. Peculiar.

—– The chieftain stayed at his perch, watching the traveler advance towards him up the mountain. He did not want to let them out of sight. Strangers in territory that was not their own were hardly WELCOMED by any of the orcish clans, but the Frostwolves were a proud, stern people. Trespassing was not to be taken LIGHTLY, though Durotan himself could be persuaded to allow travelers passing through. If there was no active threat to the clan, he would not treat it as one.

—– But he wondered, though: what had brought them to FROSTFIRE? The land was not exactly... hospitable. There were only three small clans who lived here, all in frozen solitude. No one else WANTED the snow, the magma, the gronn, the ogres- it was far from a warm welcome. Literally.

—– Sharptooth raised her head at the advancement of the traveler, issuing an informative bark to her orcish companion of the alien presence. Durotan flexed his grip upon his spear, the weapon MIGHTY enough for only a chieftain to wield. He pushed the hood of his pelts back, exposing his face and ears to the chilly wind as dark curls free from his braids danced in the earth’s breath. It was easier to speak- and to fight- when his head was not encased in FUR.

—– ❝ That’s a Frostwolf trail you tread upon, traveler. ❞ Durotan called out as they grew close enough, stationary at his perch.  ❝ And unless my eyes have failed me, YOU are no Frostwolf. What is your business in my lands? ❞

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/ KHADGAR

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It takes a moment to remember the orc, to recognize him. His hands actually catch the young mage’s attention first. Durotan. The Frostwolf Chieftain. The orc who had dared to stand against Gul’dan. Khadgar had been attempting to learn orcish, figuring the language would end up coming in handy. Blinking, he took a step closer, pulling his cloak closer against the cold of Alterac. “—H-hello.” Shaky orcish, but orcish nonetheless.

—– Having to tilt his head so far down just for their eyes to meet was something that Durotan had yet to grow accustomed to; the presence of humans in their entirety was JARRING, in fact. Loyalties aside, he wanted to be wary of the smaller race, simply because he was not entirely sure of their INTENTIONS just yet. His clan was still small, weak. They could not defend themselves on a front against the humans and expect to LIVE.

—– Though, he remembered the boy, and he remembered still the POWER in his spirit. Outwardly so nervous and timid, yet... there was something more. The use of his mother tongue surprised him, if only a bit- but it brought a small smile to his face anyway.  ❝ Greetings. ❞ Durotan rumbled, the wolf pelt around his shoulders tousling in the wind.  ❝ I REMEMBER you... but I cannot recall ever learning your name. ❞

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remember that time I wrote Durotan ripping a guy’s jugular out with his teeth? you probably don’t but I FUCKING DO

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❝ Only the man who has known freedom can define his prison. ❞ ❝ Underground, the stars are legend. ❞ ❝ If it means my death, I don’t care, because even death will be a sort of freedom. ❞ ❝ Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. ❞ ❝ I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars. ❞ ❝ Freedom is a small price to pay for survival. ❞ ❝ Nothing has changed, or will change. So we must change it.❞ ❝ Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who. ❞ ❝ We forbid growth and therefore decay. ❞ ❝ Beware the man you think you know. ❞ ❝ I was born from your pain. ❞ ❝ Your prophecies are what matter. ❞ ❝ It’s in the way they look at you. Sometimes they fear you. ❞ ❝ Look inside yourself. It has always been hidden there. ❞ ❝ Beware the rain. Beware the snow. ❞ ❝ I have walked a stair of swords, I have worn a coat of scars. ❞ ❝ I have vowed with hollow words, I have lied my way to the stars.❞ ❝ The world is a chessboard, on which we play out our ploys and follies. ❞ ❝ You are the Queen, of course. Your moves are the strongest. ❞ ❝ I claim only to be a knight, advancing in a crooked progress. ❞ ❝ Do we move ourselves, do you think, or does a great gloved hand place on our squares? ❞ ❝ All our work has come to this. ❞ ❝ What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. ❞ ❝ Nothing is new. New does not exist. ❞ ❝ Time has stopped. Progress is forbidden. ❞ ❝ This place scares me. ❞ ❝ At home, I know who I am, what to do. ❞ ❝ I’ve known it was waiting for me, but now I’m not sure I can face it. ❞ ❝ You will rule here, though it won’t be easy. ❞

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—–—–throw me to the wolves / i will return leading the pack selective, canon-divergent durotan of the frostwolf clan. personals do not reblog.

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/ GARONA

      ❝ Chieftain —– ❞

      ❝ I’ve asked you once before; I ask you again now. ❞ now that she has returned and is no longer under the protection of the humans, she realizes that she has no place of belonging. especially not anywhere near Gul'dan. her years enslaved cease to exist and she wishes to be far from the others as possible. ❝ will you accept me into your clan? as one of your own? ❞

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— What she requested of him was no simple task; it had not gotten any easier to answer since the first time she had asked. Tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he pondered the possibilities. He COULD take Garona in, surely- and he could not deny that in his heart’s eye, it was the right thing to do. But as a chieftain, his heart and his head reigned SEPARATE. To take a halfling into the clan could upset his kinsmen, insult their honor. They needed to recover, to remember who the Frostwolves were and why they stood so PROUD. Taking in an outsider, green-skinned and a half-breed no less, could upset the balance.

— ❝ ... I cannot promise SAFETY or STABILITY with my clan, Garona. We stand on a terse line between human and orc. ❞ Durotan sighed, tiredly, his hand raising to grasp his chin thoughtfully,  ❝ It will be a great time coming before we stand as tall as we did upon the ridge. But, if this is what you seek... I will confer with my circle and see what can be done. ❞ 

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do people just not write orcs anymore ?? where the hell are they all at ?????

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