Chapter One

The Introduction

It was a wonderful morning in the Moonglade, the fog had just rolled in from the lake blanketing the barrow dens with a beautiful mist that seemed to shimmer in the morning light, the grass glistened with the dew hanging onto it greedily. Over the lake was a cliff that jutted out from the high grounds where the elves had made their home.

Of course, not all were elves in the Moonglade, a number of them were Taurens, the half bull and half man creatures that found deep respect for the Earth, and had made their homes on top of the Thunder Bluffs just south of the Glade that so many a druid had spent his time.

However this story is not about the Elf Druids, this is about the Elf Priest that was now sitting on top of the cliff staring out at the lake, pondering something to himself.

The Elf wore a dark robe, he was not the light worshipping priests, his course was another into the fields of shadow and death, where there is life there was also death, the two co-existed and he was determined to keep that balance. A man who looked fairly young, in his early twenties, clean shaven with a head of long silky hair of the lightest blue, he looked as if he had trained his body as well as his mind, tone muscles with a slight tan to him that made his body a dark blue.

Not just any Elf, a Night Elf…

He closed his eyes as his ears twitched as if he had heard something; his ear could hear a pin drop from miles away, at least a foot long, always perked on top of his head.

He stood up slowly and suddenly was grasped by a pair of strong hands around his waist; he let out a gasp and leaned into whoever was grasping him to be rewarded with a kiss on his neck of which he softly murred to himself.

The elf slid his hands down the high of the person behind him, it was a rather large man who smelt of musk and leather, his hands continued to wander over the front of the man's pants, his "attacker" had a rather large yet limp member, the elf could feel the outline through the fabric, he finally opened his eyes and smiled.

"Clemmie, what are you doing? You know there is no groping in public, not since we were banned from the stables" The elf said with a smirk, his hand still rubbing over the man.

"It was your idea…" Clem whispered into the Elf's ear "Wasn't it? Don't you remember saying you wanted to feel like a naughty stud being taught a lesson by the horny Bull?" Clem started to kiss his ears as the elf squirmed in delight.

"Be that as it may…lets wait till we get home…" He drew his hand back and sighed, soon it turned into a gasp as Clem scooped up the elf and sprinted down the road.

Clem was a large black Tauren druid, his heart was as big as he was, he had been the one who voiced that the Elf be allowed to stay after he sought refuge from the Scarlet Crusade, a band of Zealots who wanted nothing more but to kill those who were unwilling to serve their way of life. Clem himself was well built, like the soldier he was, often fighting at the glade boarders to ensure all are safe, today he had got off duty early…His hooves clip clopped noisily down the paved road, this had always brought some sense of safety or security to the elf, hearing Clem make such a noise, the elf leaned an ear against his chest and smiled, he could hear the heart beat.

"Clem…" He whispered into his chest, Clem's little ears twitched and he looked at the Elf

"Yes Ki?" he replied not slowing his sprint.

"What is the Hurry? Normally you don't want to go home THIS much." Ki started to play with Clem's fur that had been sticking out of his vest. Clem smiled and kissed the top of Ki's head.

"I have a surprise for you" he finally said.

"A surprise?" The elf smiled as they stopped.

"We're home…" Clem smiled and bent down, kissing Ki on the lips, his tongue swirling in little circles around Ki's mouth. Ki hungrily accepted the kiss and rubbed his hand over his hairy face, moving his Clem's beard away with the other hand.

"Then take me to bed handsome stranger…" Ki giggled breaking the kiss.

"Very well…after I show you our guest" Clem put Ki down and quickly ducked into the house. The house itself was built into the side of a mountain next to the barrow dens, a bit small for a Tauren but just right for a elf. The downstairs included a stove, table, and chairs the upstairs included a bedroom and bathroom. The bedroom with king-size bed and a unique dresser drawer, the bathroom itself was new, formed after the new invention of indoor plumbing manufactured by gnomes that year.

Ki followed behind Clem then gasped at the sight ahead of him, putting his hands on his mouth.

"Is that a…" Ki started.

"A Draenei? Yes…" Clem finished putting a hand on the visitor on the floor who was unconscious wrapped in various bandages.

"What…happen to him?" Ki asked looking up at Clem

"The locals say he is a werewolf…I am to keep an eye on him during nightfall, the peasants, though, wanted to kill him, and almost did" Clem said as he watched Ki bend down to graze his hands over the Draenei's face.

"Poor thing…peasants where?" Ki looked up wondering where there was the nearest peasants…

"Lorfan Keep, near the Darkshire manors." Clem said crossing his arms as he began to tap his hoof. Ki shivered hearing the sound and gave a smile. However kind he was, he was also impatient and just hearing that meant Ki should hurry, of which he did bouncing up and racing towards the bedroom. Clem just chuckled as he closed and locked the door, following behind Ki moments later.

"Haha…what a cutie."