True Colors and Betrayal
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+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,309
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Cold
Well, well my friends. Long time no see… I do apologize for my leave of absence. I have been having some issues with my work. And… I suppose another reason (said quickly and in a low tone) I’vebeentooabsorbedinWoW… Heh heh… *Begs Forgiveness.* Those of you readers who are also interested in Harry Potter, might be interested to read my WoW/HP crossover.
Now I had a few chapters written for this story by hand, but I have sadly misplaced the book I had them written in so I have to go from scratch. But, without further delay, here is what you have been waiting for, and to all of you reviewers, Especially Ash and Sorrow and eyesuhkattspeleeng, this chapter is for you. I love you all, please review!
Further Notice: I am looking for a beta, if you are interested; please drop me a line in my myspace: http://www.myspace.com/snapesnogginganya
The party made camp just as the sun settled in the horizon, and stars winked to life. The group settled under a cluster of trees near water east of Faldir’s Cove, a safe distance from the bridge to the wetlands, protecting them from view of potential Horde enemies. Or for the little blood elf; potential Horde rescuers. The rogue unsaddled his Pinto and allowed it to graze.
He rolled out the bedroll, made the little blood elf to sit upon it. The temperatures quickly descended in the mountainous highlands, causing the warlock to shiver in her sweat soaked clothing. The moment she was seated on the bedroll, she collapsed to her side. Her throat burned and her head pounded. She could not escape; even if she could, her exhaustion and dehydration would slow her down, and she would be caught easily. So she consented to do as she was told, in fear that her captor would pass her off to the filthy humans in his party.
The rogue glanced at his little captive as she began to shiver in the cooling air. Frowning, he pulled an extra shirt from his pack and approached her. She didn’t even flinch when he knelt behind her lithe form and loosened the bonds. He pulled her to her feet and loosened the ties on her little corset.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” She snapped at him once she realized what he was doing.
“Strip,” came his curt reply. She bristled.
“No! How dare you!” She managed to say without stuttering, her body wracked in shivers. Growling, he unsheathed his dagger and cut the ties of her corset. She could hear the humans laughing at her expense as the flimsy garment fell away. He had to clench his jaw when her open palm collided with his left cheek. The humans laughed harder. Fed up with her non-compliance, he snatched her wrist, twisting it around so that her chest pressed against his, holding her hand firmly behind her back.
“You stupid girl… I was going to give you dry clothes but since you are being stubborn, I’ll let the boys teach you how to behave.” She gasped into the cloth of his tunic. She struggled violently against him. Chuckling darkly, he marched her over to the campfire, several feet away, where the two humans sat, rummaging through her bags. “Maybe you boys can teach this little witch some manners, eh?”
“No! Please!” He ignored her plea and roughly shoved her backwards. Tripping on her own feet she fell, right into the lap of a foul-smelling human Warrior.
“Well, hello there!” the man said, grinning sardonically at her with crooked, rotten teeth. The flesh of his face looked as if a raptor had used it as a chew-toy, with a wicked series of scars running across his twisted visage. His breath, too, made her stomach roil in protest.
His buddy freed a short, rusty dagger from a sheath on his calf and brandished it so she could see. “Why don’t we finish what Gideon started?” The grin he flashed was equally as vomit-inducing. The yellowish tint to his eyes unsettled her as they gazed through the blue smoke that emanated from the end of his hand-rolled cigarette, which protruded from his cracked lips. Those discolored eyes widened in excitement as he drew the jagged blade of his dagger close to the thin fabric of her camisole.
“Don’t do it!” the warlock screeched, her heart pounding audibly in her ears. A sickly chuckle escaped the throat of the human she was laid against as his arms entwined themselves around hers to hold her in place. “Don’t you dare! I’m warning you!”
That elicited a loud, gruff guffaw from the duo.
“Warning us? What could you do?” the man who was holding her down asked. She fixed him with a baleful glare from over her shoulder as she began moving her hands at her sides. Her gaze took on a distant sheen as she began gathering magic about her, conjuring a spell.
“Looks like she’s casting a spell, Gregor!” the man with the knife said, chuckling. “How adorable!” He moved closer as he spat the smoldering cigarette from his mouth and poised himself to slice her shirt off.
Suddenly, a ball of fire rained down from the sky. It struck the ground nearest the armed man, sending embers flying. He gasped in surprise as he looked towards the fresh scorch mark, then swore and grabbed his head as one struck him in the scalp. The air filled with the acrid stink of singed hair as more fireballs fell to the earth.
Both men grew angry and frightened as the firestorm continued. The knife-wielder got his feet and darted towards the edge of the thin copse of trees, leaving his friend to deal with the witch and her spell.
Attempting to shield himself from the fireballs, the second warrior released the warlock and held his arms over his head. This allowed her to scramble away and stumble to her feet. She took off running, but her exhaustion and dehydration made her movements slow and unsure. Without warning, she found herself running into a solid wall of elven muscle, and quickly found herself wrapped in strong arms that she was becoming all too familiar with.
“You fools!” Gideon bellowed as he began laughing. An amused smirk crossed his lips as he laughed wholeheartedly at the warrior’s misfortune. The spell wasn’t strong enough to actually cause any damage, but it had succeeded in sowing confusion. “How could such a childish display in magic cause you both to tremble in fear?”
He did not wait for an answer as he drug the lethargic Blood Elf back to his sleeping pallet. Before she could even protest, the rogue positioned himself between her and the warriors and yanked her chemise over her head. His silver eyes swept over her exposed skin as it tightened in the cold air. A flush crept up her neck and she hastily attempted to cover her breasts, but not before he’d had a good look. The pale skin stretched over her rounded curves. They looked as though they would fill his hands. Her dark, rosy nipples, clenched tightly, standing erect and ready.
Gideon met her eyes when her arms covered her assets. The emeralds seemed to flash in anger and humiliation. With one hand firmly keeping a grip on her wrist, he turned and picked up the discarded tunic he’d meant to give her earlier. Her eyes widened when she saw the green shirt in his hand. He saw the realization dawn in her eyes when she figured out he had no intention of raping her that evening. He slipped the large cotton tunic over her head and stepped back so that she could adjust it.
“Remove your pants so that I can hang them to dry.”
She complied in silence. The tunic he gave her hung off her tiny frame, dropping discretely to her knees. He took both articles of clothing and draped them over the branch of a nearby tree. Returning to the pallet he watched as she sat meekly down on the roll, tucking her legs beneath her. The action cased the tunic to ride up a little, exposing her smooth thighs. Despite her being a Blood Elf, she is very attractive. The image of her in his own shirt stirred heat in his belly.
He turned sharply, attempting to hide his arousal from her. Pulling a wool lined fur blanket from the saddle he returned to her and settled down on the mat beside her. Gideon secured the rope around her ankle in a knot she could not undo. Confident that she would not escape, he divested of his own tunic he laid back on the mat, stretching his cramped muscles. She stared boldly at his torso. His corded muscles moving fluidly under his ash blue skin. Her hands itched with the need to feel them. She bit her tongue in attempt to quell the need from her traitorous body.
“Aren’t you going to lie down?” His silky voice stirred her from her thoughts. She stared at him dumbly for a moment before the sentence registered in her mind. She shook her head stubbornly against the inviting warmth of his body and the blanket. “Suit yourself then. Just to let you know, it gets very cold here in the highlands at night.” He tucked his arms under his head and shut his silver eyes.
Again, Thanks for reading… No action yet but soon.. I will be developing what happened that caused such a low level Warlock to be in Terran Mill in the next chapter. And you will be meeting my main too! I am sorry again that it has taken so long for me to update. I am open for tips and ideas if you would like to share. Please review!**
Now I had a few chapters written for this story by hand, but I have sadly misplaced the book I had them written in so I have to go from scratch. But, without further delay, here is what you have been waiting for, and to all of you reviewers, Especially Ash and Sorrow and eyesuhkattspeleeng, this chapter is for you. I love you all, please review!
Further Notice: I am looking for a beta, if you are interested; please drop me a line in my myspace: http://www.myspace.com/snapesnogginganya
The party made camp just as the sun settled in the horizon, and stars winked to life. The group settled under a cluster of trees near water east of Faldir’s Cove, a safe distance from the bridge to the wetlands, protecting them from view of potential Horde enemies. Or for the little blood elf; potential Horde rescuers. The rogue unsaddled his Pinto and allowed it to graze.
He rolled out the bedroll, made the little blood elf to sit upon it. The temperatures quickly descended in the mountainous highlands, causing the warlock to shiver in her sweat soaked clothing. The moment she was seated on the bedroll, she collapsed to her side. Her throat burned and her head pounded. She could not escape; even if she could, her exhaustion and dehydration would slow her down, and she would be caught easily. So she consented to do as she was told, in fear that her captor would pass her off to the filthy humans in his party.
The rogue glanced at his little captive as she began to shiver in the cooling air. Frowning, he pulled an extra shirt from his pack and approached her. She didn’t even flinch when he knelt behind her lithe form and loosened the bonds. He pulled her to her feet and loosened the ties on her little corset.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” She snapped at him once she realized what he was doing.
“Strip,” came his curt reply. She bristled.
“No! How dare you!” She managed to say without stuttering, her body wracked in shivers. Growling, he unsheathed his dagger and cut the ties of her corset. She could hear the humans laughing at her expense as the flimsy garment fell away. He had to clench his jaw when her open palm collided with his left cheek. The humans laughed harder. Fed up with her non-compliance, he snatched her wrist, twisting it around so that her chest pressed against his, holding her hand firmly behind her back.
“You stupid girl… I was going to give you dry clothes but since you are being stubborn, I’ll let the boys teach you how to behave.” She gasped into the cloth of his tunic. She struggled violently against him. Chuckling darkly, he marched her over to the campfire, several feet away, where the two humans sat, rummaging through her bags. “Maybe you boys can teach this little witch some manners, eh?”
“No! Please!” He ignored her plea and roughly shoved her backwards. Tripping on her own feet she fell, right into the lap of a foul-smelling human Warrior.
“Well, hello there!” the man said, grinning sardonically at her with crooked, rotten teeth. The flesh of his face looked as if a raptor had used it as a chew-toy, with a wicked series of scars running across his twisted visage. His breath, too, made her stomach roil in protest.
His buddy freed a short, rusty dagger from a sheath on his calf and brandished it so she could see. “Why don’t we finish what Gideon started?” The grin he flashed was equally as vomit-inducing. The yellowish tint to his eyes unsettled her as they gazed through the blue smoke that emanated from the end of his hand-rolled cigarette, which protruded from his cracked lips. Those discolored eyes widened in excitement as he drew the jagged blade of his dagger close to the thin fabric of her camisole.
“Don’t do it!” the warlock screeched, her heart pounding audibly in her ears. A sickly chuckle escaped the throat of the human she was laid against as his arms entwined themselves around hers to hold her in place. “Don’t you dare! I’m warning you!”
That elicited a loud, gruff guffaw from the duo.
“Warning us? What could you do?” the man who was holding her down asked. She fixed him with a baleful glare from over her shoulder as she began moving her hands at her sides. Her gaze took on a distant sheen as she began gathering magic about her, conjuring a spell.
“Looks like she’s casting a spell, Gregor!” the man with the knife said, chuckling. “How adorable!” He moved closer as he spat the smoldering cigarette from his mouth and poised himself to slice her shirt off.
Suddenly, a ball of fire rained down from the sky. It struck the ground nearest the armed man, sending embers flying. He gasped in surprise as he looked towards the fresh scorch mark, then swore and grabbed his head as one struck him in the scalp. The air filled with the acrid stink of singed hair as more fireballs fell to the earth.
Both men grew angry and frightened as the firestorm continued. The knife-wielder got his feet and darted towards the edge of the thin copse of trees, leaving his friend to deal with the witch and her spell.
Attempting to shield himself from the fireballs, the second warrior released the warlock and held his arms over his head. This allowed her to scramble away and stumble to her feet. She took off running, but her exhaustion and dehydration made her movements slow and unsure. Without warning, she found herself running into a solid wall of elven muscle, and quickly found herself wrapped in strong arms that she was becoming all too familiar with.
“You fools!” Gideon bellowed as he began laughing. An amused smirk crossed his lips as he laughed wholeheartedly at the warrior’s misfortune. The spell wasn’t strong enough to actually cause any damage, but it had succeeded in sowing confusion. “How could such a childish display in magic cause you both to tremble in fear?”
He did not wait for an answer as he drug the lethargic Blood Elf back to his sleeping pallet. Before she could even protest, the rogue positioned himself between her and the warriors and yanked her chemise over her head. His silver eyes swept over her exposed skin as it tightened in the cold air. A flush crept up her neck and she hastily attempted to cover her breasts, but not before he’d had a good look. The pale skin stretched over her rounded curves. They looked as though they would fill his hands. Her dark, rosy nipples, clenched tightly, standing erect and ready.
Gideon met her eyes when her arms covered her assets. The emeralds seemed to flash in anger and humiliation. With one hand firmly keeping a grip on her wrist, he turned and picked up the discarded tunic he’d meant to give her earlier. Her eyes widened when she saw the green shirt in his hand. He saw the realization dawn in her eyes when she figured out he had no intention of raping her that evening. He slipped the large cotton tunic over her head and stepped back so that she could adjust it.
“Remove your pants so that I can hang them to dry.”
She complied in silence. The tunic he gave her hung off her tiny frame, dropping discretely to her knees. He took both articles of clothing and draped them over the branch of a nearby tree. Returning to the pallet he watched as she sat meekly down on the roll, tucking her legs beneath her. The action cased the tunic to ride up a little, exposing her smooth thighs. Despite her being a Blood Elf, she is very attractive. The image of her in his own shirt stirred heat in his belly.
He turned sharply, attempting to hide his arousal from her. Pulling a wool lined fur blanket from the saddle he returned to her and settled down on the mat beside her. Gideon secured the rope around her ankle in a knot she could not undo. Confident that she would not escape, he divested of his own tunic he laid back on the mat, stretching his cramped muscles. She stared boldly at his torso. His corded muscles moving fluidly under his ash blue skin. Her hands itched with the need to feel them. She bit her tongue in attempt to quell the need from her traitorous body.
“Aren’t you going to lie down?” His silky voice stirred her from her thoughts. She stared at him dumbly for a moment before the sentence registered in her mind. She shook her head stubbornly against the inviting warmth of his body and the blanket. “Suit yourself then. Just to let you know, it gets very cold here in the highlands at night.” He tucked his arms under his head and shut his silver eyes.
Again, Thanks for reading… No action yet but soon.. I will be developing what happened that caused such a low level Warlock to be in Terran Mill in the next chapter. And you will be meeting my main too! I am sorry again that it has taken so long for me to update. I am open for tips and ideas if you would like to share. Please review!**