The Impulse of Fate

Evening had come, but we arrived at her den sooner than I thought we would… It was an amazing setup; Hidden atop the trees, perfectly disguised. The main area was actually inside a great, hollowed-out tree that led back to a small cave just behind it. The temperature was nice, and I admired her homemade hammocks that hung far up above us. She had already begun to wash her face and arms at a small fountain inside the cave. She motioned me over as she finished.

“Here, this water is clean. You can use it anytime you need to… It’s also drinkable.” She cupped some water into her hands and put them to her lips. The water trickled down her throat and what little showed of her chest, making the skin glisten. I felt my jaw drop. She gasped a sigh of refreshment. “You can wash your clothes in this too, it’s blessed and flows constantly so you don’t have to worry about contamination.” I could only gape at her as she left the cave, “Make yourself at home, Kurdt.” A shy smile graced her lips.

‘Nice place…’ I wandered around the tree-cave, carefully examining her possessions. Simply curious, I opened a wicker hamper. Her scent wafted through the air, a sweet musk mixed with flowers. I shut it quickly, my face heated with embarrassment. I peeked outside the cave and searched for her. She was far above me in one of the hammocks, apparently resting. Adia lay outside the cave, her ears twitching as she looked at me from the corner of her amber eye. I moved back into the cave and decided that I felt comfortable enough to at least wash up a bit.

I removed my shirt and weapon belt, carefully placing them out of the way. I bent down to the water and began to wash my face and chest, scrubbing the dirt and sweat from my body with a soft leather rag that had been placed there for me. Staring into the babbling fountain, I scrutinized myself. I knew very well that my body was decent. The build of a rogue, lean and agile, made for speed with a blade and silence on foot. My muscles tensed as I rubbed the cool water over my abdomen. Leaning closer to the spring, I looked at my face, once again thinking of her sly compliment. Sharp, chiseled features, long black hair that stuck out in a few places, framing my face; I turned my head to the side and stuck out my jaw. I observed fresh skin, slightly tanned and graced with a natural v-shaped goatee, piercings going up my left ear but only one small hoop in my right.

Most of the other male Blood Elves were blonde and bulky, loud and proud creatures. I’d hate to say if I were ever like that myself. I never took to social gatherings too well, and I was never attracted to any of the females, they were just too cocky and shrill. The Sin’Dorei truly were sociopaths, always partying and fucking each other. Some say we are a love-filled culture but it’s barely true… It’s the wrong kind of love: Love for ourselves and love for pleasure.

I continued to stare at myself as I cleansed my body and face; still trying to decide whether or not the huntress was hinting or simply toying with me. I began to ponder the consequences if I was found out here by fellow scouts with a Darnassian spy. A part of me feared what they would do to me… to her. I froze as I heard soft footsteps coming for the cave opening.

“Kurdt, are you going to--” She trailed off as she moved the curtain and her eyes focused on me, “…bed?” I could feel the adrenaline soaring through my body. Her eyes burned my exposed flesh. She immediately controlled her expression, acting casual, “Uh, so I take it you put the fountain to use…” She was looking away from me, trying to be polite.

“Y-yeah, I did. It feels nice.” I cracked a nervous smile and decided to test my captor, “Something wrong, Israfael?” She looked directly at my face, keeping her expression flat, slightly bemused.

“No,” she turned away, and mumbled, “Just haven’t seen a real man in a while. It’s something to get used to.” I blushed bright red. She was looking at me! I felt thrilled and pleased, and all-together ecstatic. Just knowing she was affected by me at all made me feel so… happy?

Then I noticed that she was wearing.

‘Isra…’ Wanting to praise her for all her glory, her name ran through my head over and over. She had on a light leather top that bared her perfect, toned midriff. A long silk skirt graced her slender legs, a slit running up the thigh. Obviously these must be her “at home” clothes… A great difference from her dark, form-fitting armor. Her curves became more apparent, but she was still almost as thin as a Blood Elf female. This outfit was definitely Night Elf prone. A typical design for her kind, though few could pull it off with such uncaring modesty. Thousands of untamed and rather naughty images of her ran through my head. I had to mentally smack myself for that one. My heart raced as she began to glide in my direction.

“Ah ha! I have a fun proposition for you…” She grinned wide.

“Umm, what’s that?” I had no idea what she was going to suggest. But a small part of me hoped for a nice walk in the woods, or maybe we could go sit by the fire and talk… I just wanted to stare at her all night and think things over. ‘Damn, I’m confused.’

“Let’s duel, I feel frisky!”

“What?!” I didn’t expect her to be this relaxed with me already. Her rather playful and fun side was captivating me.