(( y'ello, Senkul here, figured I'd start posting stories about my troll's past ))
If the island had any name, it was lost to Sen'kul. A tropical rock in the endless blue of the South Seas, a land the Jungle Trolls of the Darkspear called home since their exile from Stranglethorn. A place of relative peace before they were forced to leave with the Horde.
He knew not its location on a map, nor the world beyond the sea. He knew the lay of the land, he knew the trees and the birds, he knew his home.
Apparently not as well as his sister.
As a young Sen'kul crept through the foliage, Mith popped out with a playful roar as she fell on her young brother. Sen'kul had no time to run as he and his sister fell to the jungle floor, he slammed a small fist on the ground as Mith got to her feet with a grin.
"You're it brother!" She exclaimed before running off. Sen'kul wasn't on the ground long. With a growl he was also on his feet, yelling after his sister as he rushed headlong into the dense jungle.
He wasn't the best hunter or tracker, but he played here enough to know where vines lay and roots stuck, allowing him to run without fear of tripping.
"Get back here you brat!" Sen'kul cried in Trollish, a time where there was only one language used by all. He could see his sister's childlike frame slip from tree to tree. She was nimble and quick, but Sen'kul knew it was only a matter of time.
When he broke from the foliage, he saw Mith bent over and panting, facing the beach where the waves broke on the land with foamy water.
Sen'kul lunged, Mith let out a cry as she attempted to move, but to no avail as Sen'kul caught her ankle, causing her to trip and fall into the sand as well.
"Hah! Got you!" He cried.
"Pffft!" Was his sister's elegant reply as she spat a mouthful of sand. Sen'kul grinned as he was already on his feet, brushing loose sand from his body.
"Father won't like it if he knows you two aren't doing chores,"
Sen'kul and Mith perked at the voice and turned to spy Rai'zul, the youngest of the siblings, cautiously walking from the brush. Sen'kul spat on the ground, it made him uneasy when his brother was so cautious or quiet.
"Well he doesn't have to know that now, does he runt?" Sen'kul asked, giving his younger brother a glare. Mith chuckled as she held Sen'kul back.
"Relax little bro, no one is telling on anyone," Mith assured, but Rai'zul eyed Sen'kul nervously.
"I doesn't matter...father wants to see you Sen'kul," Rai'zul stated, causing both Mith and Sen'kul to blink.
"What did I do?! I told him I didn't take Di'du's fish!" Sen'kul exclaimed, Rai'zul merely shrugged his shoulders.
"He didn't tell me why, only that it was important," Rai'zul replied. Sen'kul looked to his older sister, who shrugged in response.
"I guess you better go see him," she suggested. With a defeated sigh Sen'kul slumped his shoulders and made way for the village.
Sen'kul saw his father on the beach before he got to the village. A rather large pen was set up, his father paced around the fence as he checked for loose ends. Sen'kul had seen it used for village displays or tournaments, tests of strength or honor, he wondered what his father was doing with it.
He saw a cage in the middle, but he didn't see the creature inside until he was at his father's side. In later years Sen'kul and his people would come to acknowledge them as murlocs, for now they were simply known as the fish-people. Sen'kul wasn't a judge at such a young age, but he noticed this one was smaller than others he had seen.
His father turned around and looked down on his son, arms crossed as he eyed him up and down.
"What were you doing Sen'kul?" His father asked.
"I was looking for game like you asked fa--"
He didn't finish the sentence as his father's back hand smacked the words from his mouth, the force of the blow nearly knocking Sen'kul off his feet. Sen'kul told himself not to cry as he held a hand to his cheek.
"What did I say about lying?" His father asked.
"...Mith and I were playing," Sen'kul admitted, his father nodded his head.
"What game?" He asked, practically ignoring the caged murloc. It made Sen'kul nervous.
"Just...just tag," Sen'kul stated. He tried to stand taller, not wanting to look worried in front of his father. The Troll snorted as he opened the pen door.
"Tag is a good game I think. Come into the ring with me, son," his father ordered more than asked, Sen'kul obediently followed him in, all the while eyeing the slimy murloc who was thrashing violently against the makeshift cage.
"Do you remember what I told you about play and battle?" His father asked, Sen'kul nodded before responding.
"By playing, we make ourselves stronger, that many of our games help us prepare to be strong fighters!" Sen'kul exclaimed proudly, his father chuckled as he patted him on the head.
"Thats right son. My favorite game was always tag. It teaches us strength alone doesn't lead to victory, you must also be swift and nimble enough to avoid an enemy," his father stated as he walked towards the cage. The murloc let out a gurgling roar and focused its eyes on Sen'kul, viewing him as the weaker opponent. Sen'kul forced himself to stand ground.
"You are going to be playing a little game of tag Sen'kul," his father explained, his hand resting over the peg that held the cage door.
"You let the fish man tag you, you lose," his father stated. Sen'kul looked between him and the murloc, wondering how fast one of them could really run on land.
"Can I ask a question fath--"
On that, his father lifted the peg. The thrashing murloc let out a vicious gurgle as it ran for Sen'kul. With a yelp Sen'kul was on the run, frantically trying to put distance between himself and the raging murloc. He tried to concentrate, looking for any advantage, yet his mind was frantic and good ideas were slow to come.
His father was already out of the pen by the time Sen'kul used the cage as a barrier. The murloc frantically ran back and forth, trying to get the edge on Sen'kul and jump him, the cage kept the murloc at bay, but the small murloc didn't give up as it eyed what it must have thought was an easy meal.
In desperation, Sen'kul pushed the cage, causing it to fall over on top of the murloc. The creature let out a yelp as the bamboo bars crashed into it, yet immediately it started pushing the cage off. Sen'kul ran again, looking for anything to give him an advantage.
He didn't get much time, as he ran he felt something wet and slimy smash into his back. He let out a cry as the murloc tackled him to the ground, and immediately attempted to scratch at his eyes.
Sen'kul held an arm up to defend his face, luckily the creature's claws weren't fully grown, yet still they tore away at his arm. Sen'kul couldn't help but cry out in pain, his arm being shredded to a pulp. Sen'kul couldn't keep his arm up forever, he saw an opening.
He balled his free hand into a fist, and promptly punched the murloc in the gills. The creature let out a pained gurgle and stepped back. As Sen'kul pushed himself up, he grabbed a handful of sand, throwing the dust into the creature's eye. The murloc let out more cries of pain, frantically wiping at the sand in its eyes.
Sen'kul didn't let up, although his left arm hung limply he stepped forward and slugged the murloc again. The creature fell back, trying to move away from the now dangerous opponent. Sen'kul felt a rush as he cried out, he ran for the murloc and threw all of his weight into a tackle. In the fray, he found himself over the flailing murloc.
The creature frantically tried to claw at Sen'kul's stomach, but Sen'kul ignored the pain. He punched the murloc again, and again, and again, and again, he punched until his fists were bloody with the murloc's blood mingling with his own.
Sen'kul didn't realize the creature had stopped resisting, he only stopped punching when he felt strong fingers grab the scruff of his neck. The grip threw him back, Sen'kul yelped as he hit the sand, the grain stinging his exposed arm.
His father stood over him, he looked nonchalantly between his son and the murloc.
"You let the murloc tag you, that means you lost," his father stated. Sen'kul panted heavily, the rush from the battle slowly fading and gave way to pain. Even so, Sen'kul revealed a childish grin.
"I tagged him back," Sen'kul stated. His father chuckled at this, now smiling.
"That you did son, that you did,"
His father held out a hand, Sen'kul gratefully took it and let himself get pulled onto his feet.
"I said I would give this to you on your first kill... well done," his father explained, reaching for his sheath he pulled out a rather gruesome knife. Sen'kul looked in awe at the blade, his good hand trembled as his father handed it over. It felt like the knife was a mighty sword compared to Sen'kul's tiny frame.
"Now go, if I hear you kill anyone, I'll make you regret it," his father stated, glaring deeply at his son.
"I'll make you proud dad," Sen'kul replied. His father nodded curtly, then finally looked to his wounded arm.
"Go get that fixed...it will hurt like nothing else to let the wound heal on its own," his father ordered. On that Sen'kul shuffled out of the pen, he looked back to the murloc as he walked out. His first kill, not just some beast to be hunted, a real enemy.
Mith was waiting at the gate door. A worried look on her face as she watched Sen'kul leave. Sen'kul merely grinned at her, holding the knife up for her to see.
"Just you see sis, I'll make a great warrior, people will sing stories about my adventures. And father will be proud!"
((More to come! If you're reading I hope you enjoy. ))