Leatherjoy

[LeatherPleasure]

I did this as an assignment for English..but I'm really proud of it. So I posted it here in case you are bored enough to read it. Enjoy (note: It's in two posts since it's too damn long) (it's also hard to read, sorry)



Leatherjoy, always reffered to as Leather, squatted down on the dry rocky hill. His mohawk was bright pink and purple yet nobody noticed the bright colors in the hills. The blue skinned troll shaman was surveying his targets. His dark blue eyes focused down below on the Southsea pirate scum. His elephant like tusks were long and pearly yellow, abnormally clean for a troll. The vulgar sun over head beat on him, it's rays trying hard to eliminate the Shaman. Leather himself was very clean for a troll. He was odd, and took his appearance demandingly and carefully. The Shaman leaned back against a nearby rock. He hated this atmosphere, dry and rocky. The air was hard to breath, like breathing in lead. The sky was orange, the ground was orange, the rocks were orange, the sand was orange, and sometimes the water looked orange. Rocks poked up from the ground and the sand hid more treacherous rocks which Leather would step on, causing such more extreme pain than being stabbed in the chest with a sword. There was a great ocean nearby. Sometimes he would go there, sit, and stare at the water. When people would ask him what he was doing he would say "Staring at the blue water, because it isn't ORANGE! It is BLUE and not ORANGE" Usually the people would back away slowly then tear off. Leather took a foot, with it's 3 Fred Flintstone like toes, and drew happy smiley faces in the sand, careful to aviod the ninja rocks. He did resemble a caveman if you look carefully. The shaman had 3 fingers on each hand and a very bad hunchback. He used to have a tight red shirt, tight grey pants, and black gloves that exposed his hands. Now they were dyed orange. You had to wonder about his face. Leather had red facepainting on his chin, cheeks, and where his eyebrows are suppose to be. It was a mini flood on him, because of the sweat but the markings didn't smear. He suddenly looked up, his long pointed ears twitched. He peaked a bit over the hill and saw his targets.

Leather was very odd for his kind. He was quite immature for his age but very powerful and respected. A Shaman was like a mage, only you use the direct power of nature. He had a powerful connection with the spirits. Different spirits control nature, shamans use magical power to contact the spirits and ask for their help. If you are too selfish, the spirits will turn on you. People have grown old and frail trying to master the elements. Yet, they walk around in villages and see Leather. A couple of young green skinned, short muscular orc children ran up to him. Leather then summoned an apple in his hand, from out of nowhere, and handed it to the orc children. This caused anger and distress to the old ones. Usually the elders were very respected and treated well, but these people were very obbessed with themselves which is a reason why they couldn't master anything. Still, even the superb shamans, could not summon an apple out of nowhere. As advanced as this was, he used his powers for other purposes besides fighting most of the time. Some of the leaders frowned upon this, others said it was a good thing. It was a time of war and joy was rare. It was a contreverstail arguement. Of course, Leather was still very good on the battlefield. The spirits never questioned when he asked for help. They never hesitated. He wasn't the best in combat but still very good. Something else puzzled the elders. Leather had gotten very powerful, but how? His former teachers said he was always weak, barely passing. A particularly wise teacher said that he seemed to be holding back. For when Leather got of age, the Orcs gave him weak assignments at first. They then noticed how remarkabley well he was doing. To such an extreme that the Warcheif began assigning him quests. He couldn't do all of them, to this day, some of his quests are still waiting to be done. However, Leather knew how he got to be so in touch with nature. It was because he betrayed his clansman and befriended an enemy. A nightelf named NakedLeet. The war that they were in, was between the Alliance and the Horde. The Alliance was an alliance between the humans, dwarves, gnomes, and nightelves. The Horde was an alliance between the orcs, trolls, undead, and tauren. This betrayal happened a while back, when he was a mere pupil and noone knew the name of LeatherJoy.

Leather had been doing tasks for his teacher in Sen'jin Village. The village itself was a poor sight, you wondered why people would even live there. Like the hills and surrounding area he sat on now, the village was very dry and rocky and orange. The only ones to live there were trolls, in there wooden teepees. Very uncomfortable to live in, splinters were as common as breathing. A pool of water was in the middle of the village, but dehydration wasn't a problem. What made the little village have people and trade come to it were the Echo Isles, that lay southeast to Sen'jin. The water around the isles were crystal blue, clear, and tasted sweet. The islands were tropical looking. They were all green and covered with smooth long grass that guarded the vined covered tall demanding trees. Thick, elegant bushes that grew in clusters were scattered around. Raptors would hide their eggs in the Godzilla like bushes; trying to hide their unborn young ones from the predator tigers. Some of the bigger islands had old troll ruins on them. They were dirty yellow and broken. No taller than a man's height, old and cracked. The symbols on them were very very old and nobody could read them. Enemy trolls loved to hide in the ruins, among the wilds of the trees and bushs.

Leather's task was to collect raptor eggs, food for the village. It sounds simple, but in reality it was not. First, he had to swim across the waters to the islands. The water sounds peacful but in it lurks rabid crabs and dangerous man eating fish. Then he had to search the tangley bushes for the clevery hidden eggs, usually buried in the sand. He was only to take 1 egg from each nest, to keep balance in life and nature. Raptors would also be nearby and guard their nests. Wounded, he finally had to return to Sen'jin Village, without breaking an egg, and give them to his trainer.

Little Leather went on his way. He swam absent mindedly and stared at the schools of fish. To him, they were very pretty. The sun would hit the water and the fishes skin would reflect the rays. Thus, the fishes would look very shiney. Leather liked shiney things, the simplest of pleasures in life. He swam up to a small isle of the Echo Isles. He saw a raptor close by. The raptor was red and had dried cracked scales. It looked like he had several earthquakes happened upon his body. A claw was broken off and several of his teeth were missing. Ruby like eyes on the sides of it's head were monitering the nearby land. The raptor spotted Leather, it roared and lashed it's long tail out then charged. It was slower than usual, it seems like it had been in a previous battle and had come out victorious, but barely. Leather immediately knew what to do, but since he was only a mere excuse for a beginnger shaman, he had to concentrate. Deeply concentrate, like when you are doing a math test and you concentrate so hard. Time stops, people around you dissapear, you are in complete darkness except you and your problem. One of the purest ways to focus the brain. To some people, tests are like raptors about to eat you. To Leather, the raptor about to eat him was a test. He called to the Spirit of Air, mind focused only on his goal. Leather felt a strong connection with the air, like he was the wind itself, mindlessly flying around freely. He then asked for the spirit's assistance and help, asking it to help him in his quest; so that the people of the village may get food. A voice echoed in his head, responding with a "yes". A new energy flowed through his body. The electricy inside volted up. Leather felt energetic and the need to run around, but that wasn't his mission. He focused hard, cupped his hands, and put them to his right side of his body. The massive shock throughout his body then focused directly on his hands. The eletric energy then came out of his hand and formed a lightning like ball in his hands. It was like he was bleeding electricity. The static shock that was right in his hands, any wrong move could make it backfire and Leather would shock himself. The raptor bit, and the young shaman turned his hands directly in front of him, and fired. A bit of skin had been torn off from one of the troll's palms, the blast had hit faster so the raptor didn't have time to do real damage. The shaman didn't suffer but the raptor recieved massive damage.

The raptor roared and slung it's head around. No real outer damage showed up, except for the newly obtained vein like scars. It's ruby eyes turned to fire. It struck it's leg against the ground and let it's claws tear up the sand. Trying not to fail it's duty as a parent, and ignoring the blinding pain in it's head, it charged foward. Leather didn't have the patience to cast another spell, instead he pulled out his mace. The mace was fair and sturdy. Nothing special about it. The battle dragged on then. Bite marks, claw cuts, and blood came to Leather. A stinging headache, a hard to move body, and mace blows effected the raptor. Finally deciding it's fate, and giving up on it's last strength, the raptor took one more breath then fell dead. Leather sighed with relief and ate some food to help restore his health. Cheese, usually Leather had cheese. The troll liked cheese, but only if it was white or yellow and not orange. He searched the corpse, and found some copper coins underneath the raptor's tounge. The mouth felt very creepy. It was still wet even though the raptor had died and felt like cold raw sphaeggttii mixed with ash. He wondered why a raptor would even have copper coins. Wild animals carried strange things. Arms, legs, armor, weapons, money, and even plants; wild things would take them all. It bugged Leather, why take what you won't use? He shrugged it all off. He searched and searched all over the island...but no eggs were found. The impatient shaman cursed and went on, complaining to himself how the whole battle was a waste. The troll was told to search near bushes and under sand. He was not told or did not even think to search under the wet sand under shallow water. That particular raptor, had been very clever indeed.

Leather had the worst luck. He could not find any eggs...anywhere. He still had his wounds from his raptor fight, and the other raptor fights. His arms were severly cut all up. His enemies were smart, if he was armless he would be helpless to defend himself. He was still there those, with all limbs attached. The main isle of Echo Isles had the enemy trolls and the ruins on it. You had to be extra careful around it. There was a little smaller sister island right next to it with some ruins but no trolls. Leather swam to it. It wasn't as tropical looking as the others, but he didn't care. The ruin had fallen perfectly, forming a mini cave. He went inside it, something a boy his age should not do. Only very very young ones, new to life, were expecting to crawl in places and poke their noses in other's business. That is why his teachers, frowned on the shaman. He was inside, resting, when a noise caught his interest from the outside. He walked out to the back of the island, which was virtually empty. The sand was grainy as usual, the waves were playing tag with the shore, as usual, no tigers to be soon which is not unusual since they only like grassy places. Then a figure caught his attention.

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The figure, was a woman. Was it a troll? Leather couldn't tell. The women looked up. She had blue skin, long pointed ears, and red markings on her face, only they went from her actual eyebrows down to her jaw. She had long blue silky like hair and mighty blue eyebrows. Her eye color, he could not tell, a light glow was around them. No, thought Leather, this is not a troll. She had 5 slim fingers on her hands. He looked down to see her toes, but found none. In fact, this explained why she was so short. One leg, was completely gone. It looked like a dragon had her leg in it's mouth and slung about, ripping it off. The other leg had been bent backwards underneath her. The middle of the thigh had been bent. It looked like if your knee was in the middle of your thigh and you were sitting on it. Only covered in dried blood and a bone stick out and such. She wore black rougeish armor, made out of leather. It was holey and he could see some of her skin through the destroyed armor. Only it wasn't blue, but dyed black and red. She stared at him and pulled out two daggers. One was longer and pointy. The other was shorter and not as pointy. She looked scared, weak, and helpless. Her hand were shaking, nearly dropping her midget swords. However, Leather did not attack. He sat there and marvelled at the creature. Without thinking, the troll reached into his pocket, and pulled out his yellow holey cheese. Then he walked over and softly bent down to the creature. She saw a sign of peace, and accepted the cheese and ate it. She looked very weak and skinny, probably needed the food. Leather watched her then said "Ja look weak mon" He pointed to the cave and said "Take cover der, hidden from view" The glowy eyed creature looked at him and began to drag herself to the cave. Slowly, and painfully, that is what it looked like to Leather. He quietly followed her until she was safe in the cave and he was standing at the edge. He left and gathered fruit from the topical tress, meat from the nearby tigers, and fresh water from his own jug, and gave them all to the creature. However, the young trainee had been out far too long and must go complete his mission. He left, silently, while the creature was eating. That night, when talking to the elders, he told his first lie. He had not found an unknown creature laying on the beach and helped it, which was why he was late. Instead, he messed around too much when taking his break, which was why he was late.

He came back to the cave the next day, and the next, and the next, and so on. Leather grew up some, and over those years, kept the creature alive. After becoming more friendly, they talked more. The creature, was a nightelf, a master of the forest and nature. Her named was NakedLeet, often just refferred to as Leet. She was a rouge of a very high rank from Kalimdor, a land of nightelves very far away. She, and others, were selected to go onto a dangerous mission, to surprise attack the Horde. However, it seems the plan was leaked and the orcs were ready. There ship had been attacked by very savage orcs. They aboard the nightelven ship, very fancily done with curves and painted purple. An orc had seized the rouge. He was shorter than he but incrediblely muscular and powerful. He seized her and stuck one of her legs in his mouth and swung around. The whole ship was in chaos so nobody knew what was going on. He slung and slung, leaving the frail skinny nightelf defenseless, going around like a rag doll in a dog's mouth. Finally, she flew off and she did not feel any better though. When Leet landed, she could not stand up. The roaring pain and the blood rushing out of where her leg used to be. Leet looked up and saw the orc coming toward her, the leg in his mouth, chewing on it like a straw. He hopped on her and beat her up with his fists for a while. Then took her thigh, and bent it backwards. Leet screamed for the pain and for help. However, the entire operation was a failure. It was meant to be a sneak attack, filled with rouges who did battle in the shadows and priests who could only heal. It was foggy and the orcish ship came out of nowhere.

True disaster, one of the orc shamans put the ship on fie and sailed away. The fire caught Leet and began to burn her. She was so sure she was going to die and prepared for her soul's departure. However, instead, she fell off balance and off the ship, into the water. Pain, weariness, and confusion caused the rouge to blackout. The next thing she knew, she awoke on a beach and layed there for a while, then a troll came.

Leather learned from his newly found friend. Her knowledge and experience amazed him. For one thing, she knew Orcish. It was very rare for a Horde or Alliance person to learn an enemy language, but once done, it was a valueable skill. Few did it, or even could, and Leet was one of them. She described to him the nightelf way of life. It sounded very amazing to him. Lush forests that were green, blue, purple, brown, pink, and a mix of colors besides just orange. Leather always disliked the color orange, but after he learned of the forests, he had a bitter rival against orange. In the Horde, everything but the undead terrortory was orange. They had semi forests, but they were grey and dead and smelled bad. The air was like poison and the ground felt alive, like it wanted to eat you. Leather never liked going there, and when he had to he made extra careful to stay on stones or rocks. The grass was the secution cups, they would grope your feet and cause discomfort. Then the ground would slowly suck you in and a zombie would fall from one of the trees nearby you and attack. Or worse, you would be going along and a tree filled with corpses would be sitting there, an undead warlock hording them. You would swear the corpses dead lifeless eyes would follow you around when you walked. However, the nightelven forest sounded pleasant. Everything was alive there too, but not undead spooky alive. You could hear the trees breathing, not for flesh but for air. The grass was very soft. It felt like a rabbit's fur. The air seemed alive with faeries and dust but yet you saw nothing. It was pleasant to breath, you breathed in pure refreshing air and the taste of nature, not dust. Trees were everywhere, not so few that you sometimes forgot what a tree even was. HUGE GIGANTIC trees were used as houses and shops and bridges. It made him want to leave and travel to this distance, beautiful sounding place. Sometimes, Leet said things that puzzled Leather. Such as one day, Leet was particularly lost in her thoughts then randomly said, "Sometimes, I wish I liked girls instead of guys. Male nightelves eyes glow really bright yellow, it hurts my own eyes. They are sometimes way too muscular and squish me when hugging. And their ears, they..wiggle so much when they move around, it bugs me" Leather had to think about this, then said, "Well..Ima sure they aren't all dat bad, and is it even possible for females ta like other females?" Leet looked at Leather, how little he knew. She replied, "Yes it is, it is rare and frowned upon by people, all people. I think it is quite sad, they must hide they're true selfs and live miserabley, usually sticking their own weapons down their throats and ending their lives in utter shame." Leather thought a little more, then asked, "Your opionins and knowledge, tehy are very different, tell meh..were you well respected or hated, mon?" Leet took the question carefully, "Well, a bit of both. You see, normally, if I were any lower rank I would've not been treated as good. However, they needed me and my talents so they treated me nicely." Leather nodded and understood a little bit, of course, he would alot more when he was older.

The greatest thing that Leet ever taught Leather, outside of various pieces of knowledge, was how to be intact with nature. Most races were one with nature, except for the humans and undead and perhaps the gnomes. However, the nightelves were the absolute master. Nobody could even compare their bonding with nature to a nightelven baby. She would sit there for days at a time, and teach Leather. During his years with Leet, Leather skill rocketed. His teachers noticed this, he began to act differently, more maturealy. His trollish accent began to dissapear. His shaman magic was incredible. He began to take careful care of his appearance. This puzzles the elders, but they were pleased with the progress. Leather had been deeply influenced by Leet. She was so different and special from what he had known all his life. He had been bored and bullied around by old ugly teachers whose breathed smelled like rotted fish; getting angry at him for being a little slow and not as strong as the others. He no longer focused on becoming the best, but making Leet happy. After all, she was..who knows how far away from her home, with no way to get back. Both of her legs were out of order, and anytime now somebody could come and discover her. So Leather did his best to make Leet happy in her condition. He swore than one day, when he was an adult, he would rescue her and bring her back to her home in Kalimdor. This made Leet smile, but this was not her true inner intentions. When she awoke that day, on the beach, staring at a young confused troll, she realized that she was going to die. She would go on and off during her first few days with Leather just bringing her food, then running off. The food was tempting, so she ate it and stayed alive. Over time, Leet realized she had gotten attatched to the shaman. However, her weakened body and broken heart were proving fatal. Death was taunting her, telling her to just die. She fought so hard so resist the temptation to fall asleep and never wake up. In her eyes, Leather was her son. Back in Kalimdor, her father, a stronged jaw look-a-like of his daughter, had forced her to get married. Her husband was a warrior, purple skinned and light green hair in a tight pony tail with a frilly little beard. Needless to say, Leet and her husband didn't get along too well. They would constantly fight and the last time they ever saw each other, he had gotten very angry. Warriors are normally picked for their anger, it can be controlled and used for in battle as Rage. He lost control and began to pound her, luckily the guards were nearby and rushed in. A few months of living alone without a home, she was sent on the secret attack to Echo Isles. Leet had unoffically adopted Leather as her son. See, she thought to herself, you do not need to be married to have a child.

Leather had grown into a very well troll, not yet an adult but almost. Leet plugged his brain with everything she knew and all of her memories for him to keep for her. The Grim Reaper got stronger with each passing day, he wanted her soul, he wanted her lifeless shell, he wanted to see Leather cry, he wanted to see suffering. Eventually, his wish was granted. During the night, a few enemy trolls from the nearby island were at the small island. Normally, Leet would be awake during the night since she is a nightelf, but Leather only comes during the day to prevent suspiscion. A loud noise made the rouge awake. She put her hand over her mouth and tried to calm down her anxious breathing. Sometimes, somebody would look around the island but as of yet nobody had found her. Leet then felt a tingle go down her body, she then knew, that a spell had been cast to find hidden targets, which was generally used for targetting. A flare was tossed in the cave, narrowly avioding Leet. A few ugly green skinned trolls poked there heads in. Leet was too frightened to understand what they were saying. One of them, threw a rock at her and it hit her in her stomach. Leet felt pain, a feeling she has not felt for several years. For years, she had stayed in one spot, with a leg missing, another one bended backwards, and wounds exposed. The troll chuckled and tossed another rock. The other trolls giggled and joined in the game, throwing anything at the defenseless nightelf. Chugs, cans, spears, rocks, and even heads from their dead enemies. Leet was compeletely helpless, she could've crawled over to them, but then do what? Have them step on her? No, so eventually, her moans of pained stopped. Her body went limp and no expression was found on her face. The trolls walked in, cut off her head to add to their collection, then gathered the body to use in their twisted magic.

The next day, Leather went happily to the island, and into the cave. Only to find a blood puddle and a pathway of blood heading out and into the water. Leather stared at the empty cave. A spooky silence lay in it. Every day, for the past several years, a beautiful elegant nightelf hid here. But now, a very evil dark hearted person took her away. He stood up, outside of the cave, and roared. The mighty roar shook the earth, it sounded like an orc it was so big but if you listened carefully, it was full of grief. He looked at the blood trail and saw it leading to the island of the enemy trolls. Anger surged through the shaman and he charged at full speed. When he got into the water to swim, his senses screamed "Don't do it! Do not go and kill yourself fighting them. Leet would not like you to die now." Therefore, he stopped and swam to the waters of were he first found Leet. He would dive deep underwater, and only come up when it was absolutely neccassary. Nobody could see him cry, it would raise eyebrows and hurt his ranking position. Poison had been put into his body, mainly attacking his heart. For the next few weeks, his legs felt weak and were hard to lift, as if filled by lead. The poison made him sick. He always felt physically sick. Ready to barf at any given moment. His heart felt like it was bleeding, like the veins had been cut off and the blood was flowing directly in his body. He would often go into the water, and cry. It was very challenging, especially since Leather could show no emotion about the tradegy to his clansman. Over time, he became stable again and busy with his work. Deep wounds never truely go away, you just learn how to live with them. Leather still worked hard and followed Leet's teachings. He then promised himself a new goal, to one day goto Kalimdor and marry himself a nightelf, have a baby, and teach it Leet's teachings, to pass them on.

Leather now currently was standing on the dry rocky orange hill once more. Back from his flashback from the past. Her memories, her lessons, her inspiration, it all burned inside him with temptation. He found his target, his last one to complete his mission. He pulled out his shiney mace, and his shield..which was orange and lept, screaming his head off at the target. The target was a dwarf, a corrupted one, blue skin, blue beard, blue hair, very short and muscular and wearing blue clothes but it atleast wasn't orange. The Southsea pirate jumped up in absolute surprise, he stupidly did not think to look up. Leather hit him square right on top on his skull. The pirate grabbed the top of his head, bloody screaming pain and his thoughts collapses. Leather opened one hand, and a lightning ball appeared, the shaman just pointed at the pirate and the ball went towards it. The dwarf screamed as it died, the electricity directly targeting his broken head. The scream attracted other pirates, mainly ugly humans who were also corrupted and covered in blue. As quick as a flash, Leather summoned a totum. It was pretty harmless looking, very short and made out of wood. Troll markings were on it, mainly faces and a pair of wings stuck out of it. It fired a fireball at each of the targets and set them on fire. Then Leather shoved his hands in the air, causing invisible waves to spurt around. The ground rumble and earthquakes hit the body of each pirate, killing them off. Of course, Leather had been asking the spirits for their help all this time but it was very fast question, very fast response. The totum de-summoned then, driving itself back into the ground. The shaman checked each corpse, it was back breaking bending down all those times, but worth it. He had grown very much since the death of Leet. Like the question he once asked, "Why take things you don't use?" to a raptor. He now knows that the answer is..the animals does use it, they are not stupid. He figured out, the raptors use copper coins to sharpen their claws on and they would give it to the young ones so their little mouth with the sharp pointy teeth had something to chew on.

Leather looked up and saw a messanger goblin, riding on it's ogre bodyguard coming to him. Goblins were very very ugly, short like gnomes but ugly green skinny, schrunned face, long nose, pointed eared creature. Ogre's were almost as ugly, tall and one eyed, they were usually white and covered in tattoes, wearing nothing more than a towel. The goblin told him in a high pitched voice, that a nightelf priest was attacking, and the elders requested his assistance. Leather immediately agreed to help. He hopped away and asked the Moon Godess for his forgiveness. He will never forget his respect to nightelves, or NakedLeet but he must serve the Horde also. So Leatherjoy jumped along, to his destination to slay what he admires most.


BTW, This is based off WoW. Leatherjoy is my main and NakedLeet was my first char ever.