Author's Note: Hello everyone, long time no see. Cheese is back and this time with a World of Warcraft Fanfic based on the adventures of her Belf Hunter and her love's Troll Mage.

I dedicate this story to the inspiration it comes from, my boyfriend. :3


Chapter One

The scent of everlasting spring hung in the air over the large, magical city of red, white and gold. Silvermoon City had always been a place of beautiful architecture, colors and wonder. The sound of idle chatter hung loosely in the breeze and commoners of the fair city talked amongst themselves, going about their daily business of shopping, training, or just idling along the streets. Mingling with the scent of spring, the fragrance of sweets wafted along the breeze, leading along to the nose of a wide-eyed female.

Delicate strands of obsidian hair framed the young Sin'dorei's face, bangs overlapping long eyebrows and a headband made of gold and emerald pallets rested on her head, ends tucked neatly behind each slender long ear. She wore a simple gown, white dress which flowed elegantly over her figure, tied to her waist with a silken cord of black. The Blood elf seemed to stand around a corner, not trying to draw any attention to herself as she slunk over to the where the sweet smells had been coming from.

Emerald eyes locked with the object in question, a freshly baked chocolate cake from the bakery that was set out on display not moments ago. She always had a nose for sweets, and chocolate was something she had grown very familiar with in scent. Glancing left and right, the female began a slow pace to the bakery, sight still locked on the pastry she so desired. Again glances were given as she stepped up to the counter, staring down at delectable chocolate goodness while her hand absentmindedly worked to find her coin purse.

"Good evening Miss Sundancer, here to purchase this cake before it even has the time to cool?" The woman behind the counter spoke with a sly smirk. Hissing lightly in a silencing motion, the Blood Elf nodded quickly, causing her headband to fall to her face slightly.

"Don't tell them I'm here, Litha and Randolf are sure to tease me about this!" She whined to the baker, clutching tightly to the few gold coins needed to pay for her goods. The merchant gave a hearty chuckle as she began to box the cake up.

"Saldorin really, you shouldn't be ashamed to come here. You're a regular customer, after all." The baker exclaimed. It was true that she came here so often, the staff knew her on a first name basis. "Anyway, here you go, that's three gold, sixteen silver, and twenty-four copper."

Saldorin placed four gold coins on the counter, motioning for her to keep the change and snatched up the box as it was brought to her. A quick nod and with agile speed she was out of the shop, power walking towards her residence with the box held behind her back. Eventually she came upon the doorway to her home, tucked far back into the corners of the city, it was a quaint home. She glanced through the small window in the front of the home, no one was inside. Good. With freedom of the house to herself, she could easily have her cake … and eat it too!

With a gentle push with her rear, she shoved the door open, heading inside and silently shoving the oak door shut with her foot. If she wasn't alone, if the case was that, she was going to make as little noise as possible. The wooden table in the kitchen now served the resting place of her latest pastry secret, her hands nimbly opening the box, flipping the lid off vigorously as if she could waste no time in sampling the sweet chocolate that just the thought of it tantalized her taste buds.

Kneeling down so she was now eye level with the cake, Saldorin stared at it, admiring the dark, rich color that chocolate was known so well for. Like a long lost treasure, her hand reached slowly, fingers withdrawing till only the index remained. With single digit she let it slide along the side of the cake, gathering up frosting till it mounded up and left a visible scar across the side of it. Emerald eyes watched with wonder before she could stand it no longer, taking her finger into her mouth and letting her tongue make quick work of getting the chocolate off it.

Like a pastry of the heavens above, the sweet, tantalizing flavor swept over her mouth like a wave of pleasure. Saldorin gave a soft moan, eyes closed as she soaked in what was left of the flavor. It was true what some said, maybe chocolate was just like sex. As far as she could tell it might as well been. Released from her mouth, she sent her hand off to the side in the air in a dramatic fashion before placing both hands to rosy cheeks in a dance of excitement. This cake, or rather the icing tasted so much better then ones before. She couldn't help but dance lightly, almost child like about it.

"No, no one's home." A male's voice suddenly cut her dance short as she glared at the door, it starting to get shoved open with ease. Saldorin glanced to the sides, looking for a place to hide before dashing behind the large wooden table her cake sat upon. The door swung open, giving way to a male Sin'dorei with a lovely lady in tow on his arm. Dark brown locks of hair flowed over his shoulders, just to the high of his back, while stray strands lay over his chest. He wore a black, low cutting shirt with a useless string in the front and loose fitting pants held up by a linen rope.

His female companion didn't seem to be wearing a lot. Midriff bared by her low cut shirt and way too short skirt, sandals on her feet and not much else beside done up golden hair and painted face. The man smirked, taking his thumb and resting in on her chin as he drew the female closer to his own face. He whispered something, causing the female to give a light shudder and giggle like a school girl.

"See? Have the house all to ourselves … to use how we see fit." He smirked, looking into her eyes as he leaned in and placed his lips softly against her, nibbling her bottom lip gently. The female sighed into the kiss, body feeling to melt in his arms as he pulled her closer against his chest, then let his hands slide down her body, resting on her waist and lifting her to place her firmly on the wooden table of the kitchen.

"Randolf … right here?" She asked as his kiss moved away from her mouth and now to her neck, lips cupping her soft skin near her collar bone before giving her gentle love bites. She gasped, arms going around him and tightening as the hand that was on her waist now moved to her inner thigh, teasing the area closest to her heat.

"Why not? House is empty, no one should be home anytime soon. Besides … I don't think I could wait any longer." Randolf grinned, glancing up to his companion who had let her head tilt back to give him better access to her neck. His hand fanned over her thigh, he purred to her softly as his fingers slipped over the soft flesh that was her womanhood behind the thin cloth of her panties. Again she gasped out, now at his touch as he began to tease her, growing more aroused as his lips met her neck in sensual nibbles and kisses.

Quickly aware of what was going on, Saldorin sulked under the wooden table where her older brother was having his way with a woman. The light moans of pleasure caused her to flinch and reach up, pulling her ear tips down to avoid this increasingly awkward situation. It was what she did whenever she was scared or nervous, an odd habit, but whatever worked for her. Trembling as the table gave a slight move despite it's size, she lowered her head, pulling on her ears more as she bit her bottom lip. Eventually they'd be done and she could take her cake else where.

My CAKE!

Saldorin suddenly realized she had left her delicacy on the very table her brother was taking advantage of. If she were to grab it now, she would be seen, and this already embarrassing situation would become even worse.

What if they touch it … what if they EAT IT?!

Leaving the comfort of her waist, Randolf's other hand made it's way back up to her chest, cupping one of the soft globes under her shirt and gently pressing her back to the table. However he stopped, her body kept moving back and causing the hand teasing her heat to shoot back, catching her in halfway leaning back. His eyes glanced over her shoulder to the cake on the table, letting her lean back any farther would cause a mess he wasn't willing to deal with at this moment.

"Actually … I'm afraid I forgot to run some errands today." He muttered dishearteningly, the female frowning as her brows knitted together.

"What do you mean? I thought you said you were done at the bar!" She protested.

"I've forgotten it seems. I'll send you a message later, we can continue this then." Randolf mused to her, helping her off the table. Clearly annoyed, the woman gave a huff and pulled her skirt down, being ushered out the door by him. Once the door was shut he looked at the cake, smirking at the line drawn across the side.

"Alright Saldorin, come out." He spoke calm, arms crossed over his chest as his younger sister slowly came up from behind the table.

"How'd you know I was here?" Her face was still a soft shade of rose and her ears seemed to match from her tugging on them. Randolf gave a chuckle, shaking his head before reaching out and ruffling her hair. Saldorin recoiled, knowing where those hands were moments ago.

"A chocolate cake doesn't mysteriously end up on our kitchen table somehow without you being a part of it." Randolf chuckled again. Ashamed, his sister lowered her head, hands behind her back. "Besides, this cake saved you from something you probably didn't want to see or hear."

Saldorin scowled at him, grabbing a chunk of the cake and shoving it into her mouth. Her brother rolled his eyes with a grin, walking over to the wash pail and dipping his hands into the water. It was going to have to be changed soon anyway, might as well get a final use out of it. Chunk by chunk the cake disappeared before only crumbs was left in it's wake. What remained on her face was a mixture of chocolate frosting and crumbs, as well on her fingers.

"Really Saldorin, you look like you're twenty-six again." A female voice broke the silence of the cake devouring, the door opening as another Sin'dorei woman made her way through. Raven colored hair much like Saldorin's was tied back behind her head in a neat pony tail. Instead of casual clothes, she wore Ranger armor, bow at her side and quiver on her back. She pulled the objects off of her, letting them rest on the wall beside the door.

"Really now? When did you two decide to come home early?" Randolf glanced back at the new elf, she in return narrowing her eyes at him as she began to pull off her armor.

"Well, unlike you, I actually take pride in my profession and use it to work." She snapped at him. "I got finished early so I came home."

"Litha!" Saldorin smiled, greeting her older sister, who only tossed a wet rag into her face. "Oof!"

"Clean yourself up, then you can say hello to me." Litha said with a smile, now down to her under shirt. The youngest sibling nodded, using the rag to clean her face with a light frown. Randolf reached to help his baby sister, taking the rag and helping wipe her face. She gave a fight, trying to shove him away as she spat back cloth.

"Stop it, I can clean myself thank you!" She snapped at him, ripping the cloth from his hand.

"Oh come on, no matter how old you are, you're still gonna be my baby sister." He grinned, ruffling her hair again. This time she didn't mind since he had washed his hands, but still looked disheveled after his hand left her head.

"And you're gonna always be my baby brother." Litha chimed in with a smirk, giving his hair a ruffle of her own. He waved his hands over his head, trying to shoo her away and began fixing his hair that she had purposely messed up. The eldest sibling moved away, making her way to Saldorin and patting her shoulder. "Now, don't you think you should get ready for tomorrow? Starting an adventure on your own, it's a very big deal."

"I know. You've told me every day for the past week." Saldorin muttered, smoothing out her dress with clean hands. "Besides, I already have everything I need."

"Not quite." Litha replied, handing her a slip of paper.

"What's this?"

"Take this and go get Rak'shiri from the stables, along with you and your brother's pets."

"But I don't have a pet yet..." Saldorin stared down at the paper before being shoved out the door by her sister.

Saldorin's steps carried her swiftly to the stable master of the city, she holding tight to the paper her sister had given her. Once at the steps she was greeted by the keeper, nodding in her direction as she entered the shop. Behind fences, cages, and some tied to ropes were many hunter pets. Off to the side of the room was two felines, one of white fur with frosty blue stripes, and the other smaller, red and orange in color.

The Frostsaber quickly noticed the elf's presence and jumped to place his paws on the fence, roaring out to her in excitement. Saldorin smiled, making her way to the anxious cat and began to pet his head, listening to his loud purring. The red Springpaw, Randolf's pet, came up to her as well, licking her hand. Giving the release of them, the two cats obediently came to her side, but she noticed a third beast in the area. A large brown worg sat in the corner, back to her as she looked at it.

"Oh, Miss Sundancer. Your sister brought him home for you from Northrend." The Stable Keeper spoke to her. "He seems a little restless though, might want to keep him on a leash."

"Okay..." Slowly she answered, heading into the pen to retreive the worg. Each step she took to him caused the canine to flinch before she kept a good distance between her and him. She gently grabbed the rope that served as his leash, pulling on it to bring him out from the corner. A snarl ripped through the air, long fangs clamping down on the rope as crimson eyes locked with the young elf's own emerald pools.

Fear shot through her body, not sure how to react to the worg's aggression. She gave the rope another small tug, causing him to slide across the floor. This method seemed to work, all she had to do was keep him at a distance and pull him along if he didn't want to come willingly. Again she pulled the rope, making him slide across the floor to her. The worg's nails dug into the floor or what it could dig into. The tile of the floor was making it hard to get any footing and the soft pads of his feet were hardly giving him any resistance.

Rak'shiri walked beside her as they headed for home, the Springpaw at his other side and bringing up the rear was the reluctant worg, still clamped down on the rope as he was pulled towards the house. He had an amazing grip, Saldorin was surprised the rope had not frayed and snapped from the pressure of his teeth against it.

"Litha!!" Saldorin cried out once she got to the door, the large Frostsaber shoving his way through into the house as the red feline followed. Responding to the sound of her sister's voice Litha made her way to stand in the doorway, watching as she struggled with the rope tied to the canine.

"Oh good, you found Bjomolf!" She said, clearly excited by the worg's arrival.

"Bjomolf!?" Her sister called back, bringing him to a stop as he glared up at her with cold, red eyes.

"Yeah." Litha quickly replied, heading out to help her sister with the beast. "At least, that's what the locals called him. You like him?"

"Like him?! He's like a demon!" She flinched as Bjomolf finally let go of the rope, staring down in awe at the frayed strands that was left of the rope. "... He's got crazy eyes!"

"He is a little aggressive, but that's good, means he'll be a fierce fighter and protect you well!"

"A LITTLE aggressive?" Saldorin stared at her sister in disbelief before pointing to the frayed rope. "That could be my arm!"

"Just let him get to know you, you'll be fine." Litha said with a smile, patting Bjomolf on the head. While Saldorin was expecting the worg to rip her sister's arm off, she found that he simply gave a few flinches once the patting was finished. She was amazed at how well her sister worked with animals.

"Now come on inside, it's late and you'll want plenty of rest." Motioning with her hand, Litha beckoned her sister inside, Bjomolf staring at Saldorin as he moved into the house. Her eyes followed him before she could no longer see the brown fur of his tail. How did her sister manage to tame such a fearsome beast? She had never been so scared of an animal in her life and yet, this creature now belonged to her.

By this time everyone in the small house was in their own rooms, fast asleep. The soft glow of a lantern flooded the common room as Saldorin entered it, adorned in her night dress. The young blood elf was having trouble sleeping, anxious about her upcoming journey. She had hardly ever left the safety of Silvermoon's walls, and now she would be out on her own, with some demon wolf that would kill her if he had the chance. Eventually she would find a place in a guild, if one would take her. She wasn't sure if anyone would care to have a novice ranger such as herself.

For years she studied under the influence of her older brother and sister, the both of them astounding hunters themselves. She knew everything she needed, just never had the self esteem to say she was well enough at it. Saldorin sat down onto the large exotic looking arm chair, letting the lantern sit on the table beside it. Who knew how well she'd do without the guidance of her brother and sister, or how long she would survive without them. This notion brought a whole new fear other then the fact if she was going to outrun Bjomolf if he snapped on her.

Speaking of the worg, she didn't see him anywhere when she came down from her room. Since she couldn't sleep, Saldorin thought this might be a good time to get to know the savage beast and maybe save herself from being eaten by him. Lifting the lantern up she stood, holding it up to look around the dark room. She knew Rak'shiri liked to spend a lot of time in the kitchen, that would be a good place to start. With silent steps, she brought herself to the kitchen.

The lantern rose up to shed light into the room, only reaching half the room. Saldorin tried to hold it higher, but her short stature prevented her from trying to use it to light the whole room. From the looks of it, Bjomolf wasn't in here. She began to turn around to leave the room when the feeling of her hair standing on end suddenly caught up with her. She was being stared at.

Quickly turning around, she gasped out in surprise and fear. A pair of red eyes stared at her from the kitchen door, low growling, like a large monster could be heard. Of course she knew who it was as the worg stepped forward, glaring up at her, but that still didn't mean she wasn't scared shitless of him. Saldorin felt along the wall, then down to the wooden table of the kitchen as she set the lantern down, backing up slowly. Perhaps if she knelt and got to his level, he wouldn't feel so intimidated. Who was she kidding, he wasn't intimidated by her at all.

"H-Here boy, good Bjomolf..." Saldorin whispered to him. The worg stepped from the shadows as she knelt to him. She held her hand out to him, Bjomolf growling louder as she did. Turning her head away to avoid seeing what the beast would do to her hand, she continued to hold it out for him, flinching from the possible injury yet to come. Bjomolf looked at her, then to her hand as he stopped in front of her.

She was scared, he could smell the fear she had of him, and that made the worg seem to grin in satisfaction. No young whelp of an elf was going to rule over him if she was some sort of coward. Saldorin's hand reached out farther, touching his nose. A snap was heard along with a muffled cry, Bjomolf's jaw locked around her hand while her other covered her mouth to keep herself from waking anyone up. Tears welled up in her eyes at the pain the worg induced on her.

Crimson eyes stared up at her, Bjomolf's jaw finally releasing as her blood dripped from his maw. His bite was only minor, a show of dominance. Once he had let go Saldorin's hand recoiled back to her, she holding onto it and crying softly from the pain. The worg rolled his eyes, surely this girl wasn't serious about leaving on her own if she couldn't handle a bite on the hand. He began to turn back to the door before he was suddenly smacked across the muzzle, eyes going wide as he turned, glaring at the elf who held her injured hand under one arm, and her other rose in the air after having hit him.

"No! Bad wolf! No biting! You do as I say!" Saldorin choked out through whimpers and tears. Bjomolf looked at her, eyelids lowered with an annoyed look. With great speed he launched himself at her other hand, biting it much like the other and causing her to cry out again. She was persistent, he never had to deal with someone like this before. However another bite would set her in her place. He was sure of it.

The worg went to turn himself around again before Saldorin's forehead slammed into his, causing the both of them to stumble back. They both grit their teeth from the impact, the elf falling back to the floor as she grabbed her head with both injured hands. Bjomolf stumbled back as well, eyes tightly closed from the twinge of pain that remained before it subsided.

"I said … nooooo..." She whined out, holding her head before passing out on the kitchen floor from the pain of her hands and now her forehead. Once Bjomolf got his balance back he watched Saldorin on the floor. Snorting he shook his head, beginning to shove her out of the kitchen and back into the common room with his snout. Maybe she wasn't too bad, he never had anyone lash back at him twice even after injured.

Giving her a gentle kick with his back paw, he left her to the common room floor. He leaned in, licking the blood from her wounds and retreating back to the kitchen where he was planning to sleep in the first place. Her siblings would find her in the morning, completely unharmed say for the small marks his teeth had made. If she was going to be on her own, he was going to have to be there with her. There's no way she was going to survive without his help...