Our Tangled Skein…
Quin'Thalan crouched in the brush, biting his lip just a little as he smiled lavaciviously. The young looking draenei woman was completely un-aware of him as she bathed in the small glowing pool. They were both in Zangamarsh, not far from the Terrokar border.
Quin'Thalan lay down on the moss, still behind the bush, propped his chin on his hands and continued smiling and watching. He'd never been particularly picky when it came to females, elves, high; blood; or night, humans, even the orcs of the Horde had a certain charm. He hadn't found these draenei women very attractive at first. Horns, hooves, and fangs, not to mention tails and tendrils put him off a bit, that and all of them seemed dot have this hoiler-than-thou aloofness and prudishness.
Now here was one, completely naked in the middle of Zangamarsh, washing her light blue skin in it's fertile waters. He eyes followed her hands as they ran over her thighs, then up to her abdomen and finally rubbing her breasts. He stiffened a little and felt his magic involuntarily flare up. He stifled it not wanting her to sense him. The clothes at the bank spoke of a rather adept mage, to much magic pulse coming from the brush would give him away in no time.
His eyes wandered up to her face to examine those features his found so un-attractive. Her horns her a dark blue, and swept back, curving. Her eyes glowed white and pupil-less like all draenei eyes. Those tendrils still struck him as a bit odd, but at least the female's were less pronounced than the male's. Some of those poor fellows looked to be growing blue tentacles on their faces.
Some flashes of gold caught his eye and they flitted down to her tail, waving about catching light with the gleaming adornments. Of all her odd features, the tail was perhaps the least strange. The things that he really couldn't get his head around were the hooves. What kind of planet did they evolve on that they had needed hooves? He could imagine that her cloven feet could pack quite a punch, especially with her extended legs providing extra power and reach. He didn't even want to think about what a kick from a male could do.
Still despite her numerous natural hazards he kept watching her bathe. He let his mind wander into fantasies of revealing himself and having her beckon him into the pool. What would it be like? Could that tail do any tricks? Quin'Thalan's smile widened as his little fantasy continued.
Tamuura had only wanted to relax and get some of the fungus and blood off her, but found herself being watched by a nosy elven man. He seemed to think he was repressing his magic but no blood elf she had yet encountered was capable of hiding that aura. She could clearly see his green eyes glowing beneath the leaves and she could see them widen a tad from time to time, then narrow as he smiled.
She wasn't happy that he was spying on her, but found she didn't want to roast his ass just yet. As long as he stayed to the brush she really didn't care. Yes he was leering but he was also harmless. Why he was leering she didn't really understand, in her experience blood elves found her kind disgusting. She got all the grit and grime off her body and turned to grab her outer robe. The hem and sleeves had a lot of blood on them, with dirt caked on the very bottom. She immersed it in the water, kneeling in the pool rubbing the stains off her garment.
The elf stayed where he was, and if he kept to that, she'd leave him alone.
Quin'Thalan relaxed a little when she sat down to clean her mussed robe. Sitting in the pool she looked a little less sexy and he could let his body loosen a smidge. He began to absentmindedly wonder who she was, this mage. Had she remained her or returned to Out Land after crashing on Azeroth? What was her name? He frowned a bit. He didn't actually want to know that. You never learn the name of an enemy unless they're an important and powerful one.
Learn too much about your enemy and you'll hesitate when it comes time to kill. A moment's hesitation, he knew all to well, was deadly. Quin'Thalan looked a little longer at the woman, he attraction to her dwindling as he realized how it was tearing down his guard. This was not a person to lust after.
He very quietly inched himself back, crawling over the ground to get behind the stalk of a giant mushroom before standing up. Once up he was careful to tip toe directly away from it so she wouldn't spot him. He got back on the nearby rode, summoned his charger, and rode back to towards Terrokar and Firewing Point, where he was to complete his training as a paladin.
He was content to put the alluring draenei woman from his mind for the rest of his life. But as the fates would have it, he wouldn't get the chance to do that.
Tamuura was relived when the elf man finally lost interest and left. Smart move to not get up till he was behind the mushroom and walking away in the one direction, but he underestimated how far her eyes could see. She could she him riding his paladin's charger across the dirt paths and wooden bridges. She couldn't make out much detail but he had a very defined profile, the typical long ears and eyebrows of Azerothian elves, and she could see the flash of green in his eyes.
But the feature that stood out the most to her was the ocean of dark blonde hair that flared out behind him. It was so long it must lay all the way down his back when he stood still, and he obviously took good care of it. It shimmered slightly in the muted light of Zangamarsh and he wore it in a very traditional top knot.
Tamuura noticed she had been practically memorized by him as he rode away, she had stopped rubbing her robe and the wet fabric was slipping from her fingers. She shook her head, ridding herself of the image of him. He didn't hurt her, she didn't attack him, time to forget him. The Light, however, deemed that she should meet him again.
