That Moment When You Realize You Done Fucked Up ((Closed))

((Just a silly story about how Thoran icly discovered Suramar))

Damn him and his insatiable need to know all the things.  And damn him and his inability to stay merged in the shadows when something caught his attention.

And triple damn his habit of looking back while running forward.  

It'd started out when he'd seen the Mana Sabers.  Wild ones.  Beautiful and gleaming with marking along their coats.  He'd been scouting for Belenos and had only wanted a peek...just to see them up close, because they were so beautiful.

Apparently, Mana Sabers had a really good sense of smell.  Thoran hadn't been hidden at all, at least not to the curious cubs who'd come waddling right over too him, their li'l chubby bellies making them far too adorable for the Worgen come Druid to resist.  So he'd let himself be seen and had enjoyed a good half hour of playing with the cubs, with them crawling all over him, nipping at his ears, whiskers and tail, even his toes.  It'd be wonderful!

Until the Mama Mana Saber realized the big cat her babies were playing with wasn't a member of her pride.

Thoran had a policy, and that was when a female animal was after him, and she obviously had young, he wouldn't defend himself.  Instead, he turned tail and ran.  

Right through the rest of the pride.

To say they were pissed off was a complete understatement.  And they were good at hunting in a pack, keeping him going in the direction they wanted him to, with two or three on either side of him.  What was funny though is they didn't try to actually attack him.  Yes there were nips and snarls and swipes at his legs and shoulders, but with that many in their group, they should have brought him down easily.  

These were the things he thought of while being chased.  Because, really, it felt like a trap...

And that's when he noticed it.  Their roars and snarls were falling behind, and he frowned a feline frown as he looked over his shoulder.  Sure enough, the pride was standing shoulder to shoulder, getting father and farther behind as Thoran ran.

Wot t'e ever lovin' fuck...? he thought.

And then he was yowling in shock, because the ground wasn't there.  

With legs flailing, he realized he was falling down a steep cliff and would eventually hit the ground.  And he did.  Hard.  

A loud 'oof' escaped his lungs as he shifted without thought into his human form and began rolling down the steep embankment.  Head over ass, he tumbled, finally coming to a stop after one last ungracious tumble.  He panted as he lay there on his back, his eyes closed, every bone in his body hurting.  He supposed he had a couple of cracked ribs and was surprised when he could move his fingers and toes with very little issue.

Then, he opened his eyes.  To find no less than four Nightborn peering down at him.

"Aw fuck me," he growled as he prepared to fight....

((I do love flinging him off cliffs...))