Trolls and tribulations

"Ah dun 'member all dat 'appened. Ah know dat sumone made meh better'n ah wuz. All da stress an' anga an' tenshun afta Zul'farak....all dun now. Ah feelin' like ah got new life. An' if'n dis mon be right, 'e be dah one dat did it." Tasha looked from one to another, watching eyes carefully for reactions before settling on Imon's face. "An if'n 'e tell trut' ya 'ad sumtin' ta do wid it."



There was a long moment of silence before Imon began to explain. In detail. Attican and Kuu's visits to him. His visit to Gadrin. His talk with Omen...before and after. His bequest to Omen afterwards, to make sure the boy had the best of what he needed. His thoughts, hopes and fears about what had happened.



Imonzog literally bared his soul to his friends and mate.



To say a pin could be heard falling was an understatement. Zoral was quiet, the death knight unjudgemental as Imon had been at his request to join the army. Kuu's mouth hanging open thru it all showed her shock, she knew a little but this was rather a lot more than she'd thought. Tasha was still trying to process it all mentally, her eyes wide and her jaw dropped open just a touch.



Omen stood up to face his elder.



"Ya 'ired meh like sum kinda whore an' spect it'll all go 'way? Dat Tasha let da Forsaken court 'er wen 'er 'eart be claimed by da darkspear? Ya fren' sed 'e could make sumtin' ta hep 'im pleasure 'er but dis be troll, nona'da tings dat be made be nuff ta satisfy 'er. Ya know better'n any mon takes troll ta please troll. Ah did wat ah could ta please 'er an' she be mah mate."



"How dat be mon?" The deeper voice of the death knight broke the silence that had followed Omen's words and his pale eyes were locked now on the younger ones, as if demanding he tell his whole story too.



"Ah 'membered da stories, papa tell meh of da spells da Shatterspear tribesmen use, ta weave da way inta da 'eart of da woman, make 'em tink bout da mon, 'eart lingers on'em, make'em decide if'n dey be da right one fer dem. Ah took 'er in 'eat, joined mah body ta 'ers an' whispered da words. Ah as'ed 'er soul ta speak ta spirits, if'n she be mine. Wen we bot' be dead, she 'membered meh. Spirits dun tol' 'er dat ah be 'er mate."



Tasha had listened to all this with her mind reeling. She had hero worshipped Imon, a crush in many ways. Kuu had known and accepted this, understood why she had stayed clear of them, how it had hurt her sometimes. Encouraged her to find a mate of her own, without saying what she was encouraging. And Imon had paid for this ....found a ..... Her mind was stuttering. faltering in trying to take all this in.



"Mon stand back. Tasha step for'ard." Zoral again spoke, with a ring of authority in his voice and both did as told, Omen stepping backwards and Tasha closer to where the death knight stood now, straighter than usual for a moment til he bent to her face, bare inches from hers. Eyes locked on hers. "Ah needta see inta ya soul gurl. Needta check wat it be wantin'."



And he tipped forward to kiss her.



The few seconds lasted eons it seemed to Tasha, as he pulled away she stepped several steps back, feeling Omen behind her, his warm presence all that kept her from falling to the floor. This silence was deafening compared to the last one.



"she be ya mate mon, no daht in mah mind bout dat fact. If'n she not, she'd 'ave responded ta a male troll." And he walked from the room leaving the two pairs of trolls to stare at him as he left, then at each other once the door closed once more.



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This is not the end...I sense more but need to plot a bit...one more chapter I think