This piece was done by the super-talented  hyenateeth !! He wanted to do a pin-up and I jokingly offered my Lady of the Horde up for posing. He took it, ran with part of her personality, and came up with THIS! I love it!!

If you like it (or love it like I do) pay the original its respects:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12524930/

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"I'll get them back..." She sobbed as she ran towards her village -- and the father she knew would have harsh words. The bastard had led her so far from the village that it was barely a spot on the horizon. And in mid-daylight, there would be no way to sneak in without being seen as she was: absolutely nude. "I swear I'll get them back..."

Aeohne skidded to a halt as the grain-grinding windmills came into sight. The mills themselves weren't the issue, but the elders working their corn to meal might not take her state well. She wiped a final tear from her eye, her embarrassment slowly melting to raw anger, and looked around. There was nothing for her nearby to quickly skin, not that she had any desire to be seen in untanned hides, and even less in the way of humanoids to steal from, not that the quillboars' armors would properly fit. All this trouble and, for what? Because she preferred her bow to their spears?

Aeohne was about to give up when a flap of red fluttering in the plains-enhanced breeze grabbed her attention. She turned and looked hard at the standing wooden pole and the crimson cloth that dangled form it. Aeohne knew the color well, every Tauren in the village did, and knew that there would be severe consequences about the idea that had jumped to her mind. She snapped her head away from the Horde banner's flap, growling at herself in an attempt to refuse the idea. The wind, however, made the banner flap once more and a strong question came to mind: I could return the banner after I've been home. Perhaps Hellscream's army might understand if I put it back...

The tall, strong Tauren girl crossed the short distance to the flag post and looked up towards the flowing colors. The banner had been set high but she could still reach it if she stretched. Aeohne briefly considered just grabbing and yanking the cloth down but immediately thought better of it. Instead, she did something her kind did not typically do: she grabbed the sides of the post, then jumped and wrapped her bared legs around the wood. Her hooves marred the beam as she tried to grab purchase, slipping and scratching until she fell hard on her arse with a whump. Angry by her bared condition and her initial failure, Aeohne quickly hopped up and tried again, this time her right hoof painfully catching a knot on the post. She grit her teeth, her pained grunt barely audible if anyone had been around to hear it, and used the strength of her arms to pull herself up the several feet towards the top of the post. The muscles of her legs tensed as she carefully wound them around the pole, twisting slightly to ensure a good hold before she brought her hands to the cross member and made the final lift up the display.

Aeohne rested at the top for a moment, balanced on the upper beam with her legs crossed. Once her arms had stopped shaking, she leaned carefully over the cross members and began pushing the red cloth out past the holds. As it finally came free of the stand she quickly grabbed the Horde banner so not to let it fall. She straightened, gathering the cloth slowly into her lap before repeating the process at the other side. It took a bit longer, the banner in her lap affecting her balance, but she managed to push the cloth to the edge of the plank -- where it caught and stuck. Aeohne growled and pushed once more, hoping it was merely a splinter but the cloth refused to move. She yelled out and leaned hard over, stretching to push the banner, but instead the entire stand shifted beneath her. Her eyes widened in surprise and she cried out as gravity took hold, pulling her toward the grass until her outstretched arm caught the rack. She came to a jarring, painful stop and waited for the post to move once more. When it didn't, she pulled her other arm over the beam, releasing the cloth, and simply pushed it unceremoniously to the ground.

Aeohne's muscular form fell beside it as she elected to simply let go of the beam. She landed hard on her hooves and bounced backwards, recovering on the second landing. She scowled up at the now-bare mast then looked over her own naked body. She took a few moments to brush the dust and smaller splinters from her fur, then hastily picked up the banner and wrapped it around her back. Her tail swished the Horde banner-cape back and forth for a moment before she raised her head high and began the slow march back home.

The figures under the windmill grew slowly until their gazes were impossible to miss. Some of her fellow Tauren shook their heads, some verbally chided her for her inappropriate dress. She merely kept her head high and snorted, pressing on past the windmill and directly through the village center. "I'll get him back for this.," she declares to no one. "I'll get them all back." She turns towards her father's home, pausing at the doorway, Her head drops slightly, but only for a moment. She stands tall once more and pushes through the fabric closure.