Abducted Hope
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
27,820
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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World of Warcraft is owned by Blizzard, and I do not make any money from writing fanfiction using their world.
Consequences
They rode for several hours, trying to remain surreptitious as they stuck to the path.
An hour after noon, Saerah found herself unable to continue without a break.“We have to stop, just for a minute, please,” she finally said. Uktengga veered off to where a tiny cluster of rocks sat, and helped her down. She ran to the other side of the rocks and dropped her trousers.When she came back, Uktengga had opened one of the packs and pulled out the clothes Wisemane had bought with Uktengga’s money.“I hope this fits. Wisemane said it was for a young troll girl, and was the closest thing he could get.”The dress came just past her knees, and was made of form-fitting doeskin. It had green embroidery, and no sleeves. A pair of high, soft boots meant for a Blood Elf accompanied the dress, along with a woolen cloak to protect her against the chill air.Uktengga stripped off his cape and ragged trousers, stuffing them roughly in the pack as he donned a loincloth, a leather under-tunic, and then a set of reasonably well-made chainmail that fit him rather nicely. A large, two-handed axe and a pair of leather gloves completed his gear.Saerah had watched him change, oddly entranced though she had seen him nude often enoug. She caught herself and looked to her own clothing, stripping and changing as quickly as possable as he pulled on his gloves.Uktengga glanced at Saerah as she removed her makeshiftcloak, then turned his attention to inspecting his axe with difficulty.Saerah retained her old underbreeches, not having been provided with any others, and feeling thankful that her prolonged swin in the ocean had left them smelling only of sea salt.As they resumed traveling, Uktengga considered their options for a meal. A great deal of the whale’s meat had been packed with layers of lime and rock salt around it to preserve it but Uktengga was unsure of offering it to Saerah as it was. His people thought of raw meat much as one thinks of undyed cotton clothing- it may not be ideal, but it’s a darn sight better than nothing. Humans, though, were known for their unwillingness to partake of raw meat, and among Tauren, Orcs, and Trolls it was thought of as a singular peculiarity.He looked at her for a moment, considering how well she had reacted to him despite the situation, and decided to let her make the choice.“Saerah, I know you’ve got to be as hungry as I am, but we really can’t afford to stop until evening and… to tell you the truth I’m not sure how rare you can stand to eat whale meat.”She looked at him, slightly confused, then realization dawned. “You’re going to eat it raw, aren’t you?”He had the good sense to look abashed, but nodded.She shrugged. “I’ll try it. My mother always said it would be a nasty thing to do, but I think I could stomach almost anything at this point, I’m so hungry.”Uktengga nodded, and reached into the pack strapped just behind his right leg. He pulled out an oil skin, one of 20 that were crammed into that pack alone, and opened it to reveal over a dozen pounds of meat.Saerah took a cautious bite, then lit into the thin slices of meat for several minutes before she spoke again.“I don’t know if I was just very hungry or if the lime makes that much of a difference, but I thought that was pretty good.”Uktengga nodded and hummed, his mouth much too full to answer, and she giggled, hugging him round the middle and missing the feel of his fur on her cheek.Their journey had taken them past wicked centaurs and thunderlizards whose size alone had Saerah clutching Uktengga and peeking around his arms in awe.By dusk, they had reached the edge of a great wood, and they ducked under the cover of the trees to make camp.Uktengga made a blind for the fire with several large stones, and laid out their bedrolls on either side of it. Saerah gathered the deadfall branches she could find, and speared a few thin slices of meat on a stick and drove it into the ground near the fire to roast.As the smell of the whale’s meat permeated the air, her stomach clenched and she darted from the fire, retching heartily behind the trunk of a nearby tree.Uktengga went to her, and she stood shakily to her feet, wiping her mouth with a handful of grass.“I don’t know if raw is a good idea, for me,” she said softly, then promptly threw up again.For several minutes her stomach purged itself, and she heaved long after there was nothing more for her to throw up.Exhausted, she finally got up from all fours, helped by the gentle hands of Uktengga, and went back to camp.The fire was still going, and the meat was cooked through, but Saerah didn’t feel like eating at that moment. She was freezing, still neausiated, and shaking with exhaustion from vomiting.“I just want to fall asleep for a week,” she said. “I’ve never thrown up that hard.”Uktengga pulled back the blanket over her sleeping roll, and guided her into it.“Sleep, and I’ll make sure there is enough cooked meat for you for a few days…” He started to say something else, “I l…” but stopped, and huffed a large breath. “Just rest,” he finished and covered her warmly.“You’ll what, Teng?”Uktengga smiled softly at the nickname, “Nothing, now sleep. We still have far to go.”By morning, Saerah felt much better as she lay in her blankets, warm and drowsy, but shen she felt nature call her and she rose, a fresh bout of neausia washed over her. She threw up bile all over the ground, narrowly missing both her bed roll and the hand she had outstretched to catch herself.Uktengga kneeled behind and to her right, his concern as evedent as his helplessness.“Ug, I can still taste the lime, only it’s putrid,” groaned Saerah. “I wish I had known my mother meant it would literally make me sick to eat raw meat.”Uktengga placed one massive hand on her back, “I can understand, now, why your people avoid it. I had no idea it would do this to you, or I would not have given it to you. We should have stopped to cook it.”“I know we’re in a hurry, but I’m afraid that if I move I’ll be sick again. Can we wait a few minutes before we start the day?”Uktengga shook his great head, “We are not travelling today. Go back to sleep, and I’ll get some food for you. We passed a sign for a goblin merchant not far back, yesterday.”“Teng, no, we don’t have enough money as it is. The whale’s meat will be fine, so long as it’s been cooked. Come on, I’ll be fine, let’s just…”Uktengga’s enormous forefinger covered her mouth and chin. “You need bread to settle your stomach, and you let me worry about money. Now, I’m leaving the kodo here and the fire’s hot, so animals should leave you alone. I won’t be more than an hour,” he brushed his lips over her forehead then, not sure if she would understand had he used his nose as his people were wont to do, and strode away.Saerah’s eyes brimmed as she watched Uktengga walk away. The feelings he evoked when his lips touched her skin were anything but negative, and she found herself wishing he had lingered. Tears streamed down her face as Uktengga’s form disapeared into the sparse forest.