Completely Un-extraordinary Love
folder
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,843
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,843
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own any aspect of World of Warcraft, Blizzard Games is in fact the creator and owner of this lovely world I write about for joy only not for monitary gain in any way.
Love happens so quickly...
Love Happens So Simply
Disclaimer: I do not own the settings or the mechanics behind the world of Warcraft, I own Cerana's personality- that's about it.
Author's Note: So I'm back and after reading through the chapter's I've posted so far decided to take a red marker to them and fix up the story line so it makes a bit more sense to all of you lovely readers out there! I hope the editing doesn't cause too much excitement.
---------
Cerana Silverleafe, Holy Priestess and member of the Aldor, was relaxing for the first time in weeks. As she sat on one of the many ledges that gave a lovely view of Shattarah City, she let go all thoughts of warring against the legion and simply enjoyed the rays of sunshine.
This rest was long overdue for Cerana who'd spent the months since she had arrived in Outland toiling in Hellfire peninsula and Terokkar Forest. She had battled many of the legion's minions and had a fair few confrontations with members of the horde as well. It was tiresome work, but paid well enough to keep her well geared and accommodated.
While she sat, she sewed, making tunics, boots, leggings and belts to sell with the auctioneers in Stormwind, her chosen home while on Azeroth. Her very best of friends, Aser Flintwood lived there and acted as her guild's class officer as an Arms Warrior. It was while she worked, quietly and steadily, that two men came upon her.
"Why, look what we have here my friend, a little lone priestess."
" She be a pretteh one for a alliance gurl" Drawled the other in answer, making Cerana jump and stand swiftly. For a moment she'd thought it was a human speaking of her because the common was so well pronounced, but the alliance comment made her spine tingle with warning.
Before her stood a Blood Knight and Troll priest dressed not in armor as she was accustomed to seeing most members of the horde, but rather in simple cloths. She idly thought that they must have decided to relax as well, again her mind so focused on her thoughts she didn't notice the Blood Elf make his way toward her until he placed a hand on her arm. Jerking in panic, Cerana looked for a way out of a situation that obviously was not going to do her any favors. As she looked she felt the tell tale signs of a hysterical scream climbing its way from her lungs.
"So jumpy Priestess Silverleafe..." Murmured the blood elf, dragging her close until her shoulder butted against his chest and he took a deep breath, his nose buried in her hair. "You're shaking Priestess...Now that simply won't do."
"What do you care if I am shaking or not Sin'dorei? To attack me in a neutral co-habitation city is certainly a new low, even for the likes of the Horde." She bit out bravely, turning her head away from the now radiating pain in her arm and the feeling of the deep laceration opening up once more.
The elf clucked his tongue and looked over Cerana's head at the Troll who now stood leaning against the wall, his eyes intent on the still and fuming Priestess. For a long moment they spoke to each other in soft, harsh and guttural tones that Cerana could only assume were orcish- the equivalent of common to the horde. The knowledge that she didn't - and wouldn't be able to understand what they spoke to each other frayed Cerana's patience and soon had her ripping her arm from the clutches of the Blood Elf.
As she made to leave the room the troll calmly put himself in her way, his long arms moving swiftly around her and locking her to his chest. Frustrated she screeched and beat at him with her magic, allowing it to bubble up under her skin and beat at his in a most threatening manner. Having previously been of the opinion that the troll was less experienced than she, Cerana was astounded by the fact he didn't release her after the first barrage and simply laughed deep in his chest at her. It raise her ire and drove her to beat at his sides with her fists as hard and best as she could in her current position.
"Stop hittin' me gurl. I'm not heah to hurt ya, nor is the elf."
"Trying to lull me into a false sense of security are you troll? Well it won't work because all I have to do is take a deep breath and scream. Alliance and Horde alike will come running to aid me and then where will you be you scoun-"
Cerana was silenced mid sentence by a swift and brutal kiss from the troll. He completely domineered her mouth, the feelings of the simple yet highly intimate action making Cerana blush and struggle to be away from the troll all the more. He didn't let her get though, in fact, he held her tighter, and lessened the intensity of the kiss until Cerana found herself melting against him, forgetting the blood elf, the fact she was being held captive and the fact she was kissing a troll.
--------
Tbc....
I'm going to be lengthening out the first meeting and reactions in the first two chapters or so as the renovations to this fine story come and go. Please bear with me as I do this! Thank you.
-Shadow
Disclaimer: I do not own the settings or the mechanics behind the world of Warcraft, I own Cerana's personality- that's about it.
Author's Note: So I'm back and after reading through the chapter's I've posted so far decided to take a red marker to them and fix up the story line so it makes a bit more sense to all of you lovely readers out there! I hope the editing doesn't cause too much excitement.
---------
Cerana Silverleafe, Holy Priestess and member of the Aldor, was relaxing for the first time in weeks. As she sat on one of the many ledges that gave a lovely view of Shattarah City, she let go all thoughts of warring against the legion and simply enjoyed the rays of sunshine.
This rest was long overdue for Cerana who'd spent the months since she had arrived in Outland toiling in Hellfire peninsula and Terokkar Forest. She had battled many of the legion's minions and had a fair few confrontations with members of the horde as well. It was tiresome work, but paid well enough to keep her well geared and accommodated.
While she sat, she sewed, making tunics, boots, leggings and belts to sell with the auctioneers in Stormwind, her chosen home while on Azeroth. Her very best of friends, Aser Flintwood lived there and acted as her guild's class officer as an Arms Warrior. It was while she worked, quietly and steadily, that two men came upon her.
"Why, look what we have here my friend, a little lone priestess."
" She be a pretteh one for a alliance gurl" Drawled the other in answer, making Cerana jump and stand swiftly. For a moment she'd thought it was a human speaking of her because the common was so well pronounced, but the alliance comment made her spine tingle with warning.
Before her stood a Blood Knight and Troll priest dressed not in armor as she was accustomed to seeing most members of the horde, but rather in simple cloths. She idly thought that they must have decided to relax as well, again her mind so focused on her thoughts she didn't notice the Blood Elf make his way toward her until he placed a hand on her arm. Jerking in panic, Cerana looked for a way out of a situation that obviously was not going to do her any favors. As she looked she felt the tell tale signs of a hysterical scream climbing its way from her lungs.
"So jumpy Priestess Silverleafe..." Murmured the blood elf, dragging her close until her shoulder butted against his chest and he took a deep breath, his nose buried in her hair. "You're shaking Priestess...Now that simply won't do."
"What do you care if I am shaking or not Sin'dorei? To attack me in a neutral co-habitation city is certainly a new low, even for the likes of the Horde." She bit out bravely, turning her head away from the now radiating pain in her arm and the feeling of the deep laceration opening up once more.
The elf clucked his tongue and looked over Cerana's head at the Troll who now stood leaning against the wall, his eyes intent on the still and fuming Priestess. For a long moment they spoke to each other in soft, harsh and guttural tones that Cerana could only assume were orcish- the equivalent of common to the horde. The knowledge that she didn't - and wouldn't be able to understand what they spoke to each other frayed Cerana's patience and soon had her ripping her arm from the clutches of the Blood Elf.
As she made to leave the room the troll calmly put himself in her way, his long arms moving swiftly around her and locking her to his chest. Frustrated she screeched and beat at him with her magic, allowing it to bubble up under her skin and beat at his in a most threatening manner. Having previously been of the opinion that the troll was less experienced than she, Cerana was astounded by the fact he didn't release her after the first barrage and simply laughed deep in his chest at her. It raise her ire and drove her to beat at his sides with her fists as hard and best as she could in her current position.
"Stop hittin' me gurl. I'm not heah to hurt ya, nor is the elf."
"Trying to lull me into a false sense of security are you troll? Well it won't work because all I have to do is take a deep breath and scream. Alliance and Horde alike will come running to aid me and then where will you be you scoun-"
Cerana was silenced mid sentence by a swift and brutal kiss from the troll. He completely domineered her mouth, the feelings of the simple yet highly intimate action making Cerana blush and struggle to be away from the troll all the more. He didn't let her get though, in fact, he held her tighter, and lessened the intensity of the kiss until Cerana found herself melting against him, forgetting the blood elf, the fact she was being held captive and the fact she was kissing a troll.
--------
Tbc....
I'm going to be lengthening out the first meeting and reactions in the first two chapters or so as the renovations to this fine story come and go. Please bear with me as I do this! Thank you.
-Shadow