The Impulse of Fate
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,651
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own World of Warcraft, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
.Stalker.
Stalker
It all happened to fast… but thus is “fate.”
We roamed the forest through the night and far past the morning. Time had no meaning; I didn’t even notice it. We walked and talked, her voice filling my ears to the brim. Her talks of nature and self-pride. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to know her… But she told me very little about herself. Everything was vague, no real debating conversation. What she said, to me, was honest and made perfect sense. She could tell me that the sky is really purple and babies are born out of belly-buttons… I’d still believe anything she said. She eyed me, curious about my low chuckling.
We developed a blossoming friendship, talking about what we had in common, and what we didn’t as well. We both seemed to be content with each other’s responses. There was a connection… I could feel this direct link to her mind and her spirit. Of course, in these times, that is entirely possible.
Suddenly her pet‘s head whipped around to the side of us. The stunning white tiger’s ears perked up, a feral growl broiling in its throat.
“Shh… Adia,” She spoke in a firm, loving tone. She touched Adia’s back… Like a signal, the pet instantly began to prowl in the direction of the, I assume, foe. She nodded at me. In reaction, I stealthed and crept behind the surrounding trees. I turned back to check on her and she was gone. I panicked for a moment, and then heard a small rustle above my head… She was leaping from branch to branch, with the skill of a panther.
A Satyr. He was armed, and apparently enraged. He seemed to be following a trail. In his hand, he held some black and gold threads… the same threads the huntress wore on her arms. The Satyr’s nostrils flared as he bore a path through the woods. “Bring back my pelts! Where are you, thief-bitch elf?!”
Israfael had the wickedest of grins on her face. Teeth bared, eyes wide, she attacked, dropping from the trees. At the instant she leapt, Adia tackled the satyr down. Then Isra lay in the death blow, her gleaming sword slicing flesh ever-so smoothly. The blade sang as she flung the blood off it, a lip curled in obvious disgust. I watched in awe of the scene, her shoulder blades rising and falling with the heated breath of battle. She looked at me, and I felt a tinge of that same fear she racked me with before--then her expression changed. Her eyes focused directly on me--No, on… what’s…behind me. In a flash of speed she came at me, propelling herself off a fallen log, she sailed over me. Using her foot as she flew over she shoved me down. A blade swung just under her foot as I hit the ground.
Being one for quick thinking, my reflexes did not fail me. I jumped onto my arms, swinging a leg around in a brutal kick. The assailant stumbled, and she caught the dark figure, her ruby-handled dagger to its throat.
“Tell me who you are with,” she spoke through gritted teeth, Adia at her side snapping in rage at the assassin.
“I was sent to get rid of you.” He panted heavily, obviously using all his power not to show his shock.
“Well, trying to kill me is not the smartest thing.” She hissed her retort.
“Night Elf, all our power will be used to stop you from raiding--” A hideous slice echoed though the woods. The assassin collapsed to the ground. I could sense his very last breaths of life.
“Then let the mangy fools come.” She spit on the corpse and wiped her dagger on his armor. As she did, I recognized the badge he wore; a spy from the Horde kingdom, much like myself. Shocked, I narrowed my eyes at the bloody ground. ‘A fellow scout…’ She turned to me and spoke lightly, “Are you alright?”
I nodded profusely. She then held out her hand once again, and I took it quickly, knowing her strength was all I could trust to lift me off the ground. I tried to ignore the tingles in my spine when I touched her… To cover for it, I boasted out, “So I totally would have been fine if you hadn’t helped me!” Laughter in my voice at the lie. Her bells chimed; that marvelous giggle.
“Yeah, sure.” She took my shoulder firmly and gazed at me, I swallowed, then a wicked smile broke on her face as she suddenly shoved me. I toppled over, desperate to keep my balance. I straightened up once I got my footing, and then smoothed my hair back, blushing red. She laughed hard enough to shake the forest, bending over to hold her belly, as though her guts were going to spill out. “You silly, handsome Blood Elf!”
I was happy that she found me entertaining-- wait, ‘handsome?’ I knew that our kinds were naturally attractive creatures, but I never thought of myself as attractive to other elf-kin. My thoughts raced as I wondered why she had complimented me at such an odd time. I could feel my natural affinity for narcissism welling up.
“Let’s head for my den. We are almost there…” She dusted off her armor a little, “Also, I could use some cleaning up.”
I wondered why Isra’s home was so far from the Alliance territory. There were things a tamed and controlled side of me wanted to know…But I didn’t ask, quite sure that I wouldn’t really get an answer other than ‘hunting.’ “Alright, let’s go.” I gave her my best smile. She nodded and turned to lead me down a somehow familiar, but unmarked, path through the trees. I shoved my thoughts of leaving and exposing her to the Horde behind me. There’s just so much I want to know. For now.
It all happened to fast… but thus is “fate.”
We roamed the forest through the night and far past the morning. Time had no meaning; I didn’t even notice it. We walked and talked, her voice filling my ears to the brim. Her talks of nature and self-pride. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to know her… But she told me very little about herself. Everything was vague, no real debating conversation. What she said, to me, was honest and made perfect sense. She could tell me that the sky is really purple and babies are born out of belly-buttons… I’d still believe anything she said. She eyed me, curious about my low chuckling.
We developed a blossoming friendship, talking about what we had in common, and what we didn’t as well. We both seemed to be content with each other’s responses. There was a connection… I could feel this direct link to her mind and her spirit. Of course, in these times, that is entirely possible.
Suddenly her pet‘s head whipped around to the side of us. The stunning white tiger’s ears perked up, a feral growl broiling in its throat.
“Shh… Adia,” She spoke in a firm, loving tone. She touched Adia’s back… Like a signal, the pet instantly began to prowl in the direction of the, I assume, foe. She nodded at me. In reaction, I stealthed and crept behind the surrounding trees. I turned back to check on her and she was gone. I panicked for a moment, and then heard a small rustle above my head… She was leaping from branch to branch, with the skill of a panther.
A Satyr. He was armed, and apparently enraged. He seemed to be following a trail. In his hand, he held some black and gold threads… the same threads the huntress wore on her arms. The Satyr’s nostrils flared as he bore a path through the woods. “Bring back my pelts! Where are you, thief-bitch elf?!”
Israfael had the wickedest of grins on her face. Teeth bared, eyes wide, she attacked, dropping from the trees. At the instant she leapt, Adia tackled the satyr down. Then Isra lay in the death blow, her gleaming sword slicing flesh ever-so smoothly. The blade sang as she flung the blood off it, a lip curled in obvious disgust. I watched in awe of the scene, her shoulder blades rising and falling with the heated breath of battle. She looked at me, and I felt a tinge of that same fear she racked me with before--then her expression changed. Her eyes focused directly on me--No, on… what’s…behind me. In a flash of speed she came at me, propelling herself off a fallen log, she sailed over me. Using her foot as she flew over she shoved me down. A blade swung just under her foot as I hit the ground.
Being one for quick thinking, my reflexes did not fail me. I jumped onto my arms, swinging a leg around in a brutal kick. The assailant stumbled, and she caught the dark figure, her ruby-handled dagger to its throat.
“Tell me who you are with,” she spoke through gritted teeth, Adia at her side snapping in rage at the assassin.
“I was sent to get rid of you.” He panted heavily, obviously using all his power not to show his shock.
“Well, trying to kill me is not the smartest thing.” She hissed her retort.
“Night Elf, all our power will be used to stop you from raiding--” A hideous slice echoed though the woods. The assassin collapsed to the ground. I could sense his very last breaths of life.
“Then let the mangy fools come.” She spit on the corpse and wiped her dagger on his armor. As she did, I recognized the badge he wore; a spy from the Horde kingdom, much like myself. Shocked, I narrowed my eyes at the bloody ground. ‘A fellow scout…’ She turned to me and spoke lightly, “Are you alright?”
I nodded profusely. She then held out her hand once again, and I took it quickly, knowing her strength was all I could trust to lift me off the ground. I tried to ignore the tingles in my spine when I touched her… To cover for it, I boasted out, “So I totally would have been fine if you hadn’t helped me!” Laughter in my voice at the lie. Her bells chimed; that marvelous giggle.
“Yeah, sure.” She took my shoulder firmly and gazed at me, I swallowed, then a wicked smile broke on her face as she suddenly shoved me. I toppled over, desperate to keep my balance. I straightened up once I got my footing, and then smoothed my hair back, blushing red. She laughed hard enough to shake the forest, bending over to hold her belly, as though her guts were going to spill out. “You silly, handsome Blood Elf!”
I was happy that she found me entertaining-- wait, ‘handsome?’ I knew that our kinds were naturally attractive creatures, but I never thought of myself as attractive to other elf-kin. My thoughts raced as I wondered why she had complimented me at such an odd time. I could feel my natural affinity for narcissism welling up.
“Let’s head for my den. We are almost there…” She dusted off her armor a little, “Also, I could use some cleaning up.”
I wondered why Isra’s home was so far from the Alliance territory. There were things a tamed and controlled side of me wanted to know…But I didn’t ask, quite sure that I wouldn’t really get an answer other than ‘hunting.’ “Alright, let’s go.” I gave her my best smile. She nodded and turned to lead me down a somehow familiar, but unmarked, path through the trees. I shoved my thoughts of leaving and exposing her to the Horde behind me. There’s just so much I want to know. For now.