Blood and Lust in Ashenvale
Bit of a one shot but if all you ladies and gents out there like it. I might go and write part two which will be twice as 'nice', with that you have my word. Enjoy...
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A silvery owl bursts through the tree line of Ashenvale, dispatched as part of the sentinel's nightly patrols through the ancient forest. It glides as silently as a thief, perching on the branch of an old tree overlooking the eastern parts of the forests. Its magical eyes scan the area.
Death. Chaos. Defilement that has not been seen for eons in the virgin forests. The silvery owl indignantly disappears in a puff of smoke and bright yellow sparks.
Silence falls on the cleft by the old tree. A herd of deer's pass by on their wonderings through the forest. A big explosion sends them scattering apart from the noble stag that remains. The beast pricks its ears, casting a quick look over the Warsong lumber camp before slinking into hiding behind a large bush. Before silence can fall again, it is broken by soft voices not too far away.
"Did you hear that, sister Melith!"
"Hurry, Arlana! We are close."
The two Sentinels run swiftly through the thick trees and undergrowth up the hill with their bows drawn. They pull themselves up till they reach the top of the high cleft.
"Green skin filth!" Arlana spits, casting a horrified eye over the destruction the extensive lumber camp has created in the sacred homeland.
"Peace sister. High Priestess Tyrande has entrusted us with this important mission. We must focus. The green-skins will not win this fight." Melith says calmly, secretly burning inside.
The two Sentinels look down upon the camp below. The legions of Orcish peons hack and chop while goblin shredders rip apart the forest; creating a web way of sad stumps where mighty woodland flourished only weeks ago. Melith's keen white-golden eyes focus on the command burrow in the centre of it all.
"There are too many, we can't risk open war yet; but if we could only reach the command centre and 'exterminate' the overseer...Perhaps we could slow them for a while." Melith says slowly, swishing her long rich purple locks away from her delicate face.
A devious smile spreads across Arlana's mischievous little face. "Perhaps there is..."
"Hold!" Melith whispers raising her gentle hand. Brutal voices ring out through the trees nearby. The Sentinels back into the brush and fade into the shadows.
Four large Orcs come crashing through the trees. They stop upon the cleft.
"Me tired! Me want to sit and eat...mmmmm...boar ribs with boar steak and..." the smaller Orc is cut off by a heavy slap in the face.
"Stop! You making my belly rumble!" the larger Orc whines.
The eldest Orc leans on his axe like a walking stick and lets out a deep growl "I no like Overseer Bael...He make us work too hard!" The Orc roars, the others grunt in agreement.
The two sentinels watch distastefully as the Orcs chatter amount themselves in their primitive language. "They sicken me, let's get some pay back" Arlana sneers, raising her feathery bow. Melith smiles, enjoying Arlana's feisty nature.
They take aim and let off their bows. Their arrows fly true. One strikes the smaller Orc in the head sending him down with a squeal. The other hits the biggest one in the chest, skewering his heart. The sentinels draw their glaives and charge out screaming.
"For Cenarius!"
"Die defilers!"
The remaining surprised Orcs raise their axes and let out loud battle bellows. The lithe females dodge the attempted clumsy blows. Melith engages with the next biggest Orc. The green-skin swings his axe violently, Melith moves around his strokes driving her glaive into his stomach, disembowelling him. The Orc stumbles backwards surprised before falling, dead.
Arlana is desperately weaving around the vicious attacks of the older Orc, blocking what strikes she can. Before Melith can reach her sister. The Orc seizes Arlana's luscious deep blue hair and pulls her closer to him.
"Small Female...Too pretty to die" He pants with a toothy grin in unpolished common. His breath reeking of rot. Arlana shudders, cringing away. The Orc pushes her back and swings his blade violently. The rusty blade catches Arlana's breast plate, cracking the buckle. She stumbles away, running into a tree and falls over.
Melith charges the Orc resuming the battle. The Orc swings his axe in mighty sweeps. Melith neatly moves and blocks. The Orc in a rage brings his axe down. Melith catches it in her glaive, twisting it out of the Orcs hands. The Orc spits, swinging his beefy fists.
Melith deflects his clumsy strikes driving her glaive into the back of his leg. The Orc tumbles to one knee. She slashes at his head, severing it in one clean stroke in a fountain of fetid blood. Silence falls.
Melith spits on the corpse "Filth" she utters scornfully before running off to her wounded comrade.
"Arlana...Are you ok?" She says worriedly approaching the young Night Elf.
Arlana groans, picking herself up. She sits up leaning against the tree with her legs spread out before her. She holds her broken breast plate tight against her chest with her hand. "Never been better...What...What did 'it' say to me?" She says panting. The thin layer of sweat making her lilac skin glow in the moonlight.
Melith drops her glaive, falling to her kneels beside Arlana "I do not understand their foul tongue, sister." She says distracted, her eyes fiery pits of desire. Slowly; she raises her hand to touch Arlana.
Her delicate fingers caress the Elf's soft face sliding over her mouth. Her slender fingers wonder down to her chest. Arlana relaxes letting her head slip back. She closes her eyes, letting out a soft sigh.
"You are young and inexperienced. I will protect you, sister" Melith says with a sad smile, brushing Arlana's soft hair behind her ear, her other hand gliding over her shin armour.
She looks up with her big blue eyes, submissively "I...I...Thank you..."
The two Sentinels gaze dreamily into each other's eyes, with parted lips, breathing deeply.
"We...We should go" Melith suddenly says looking away. Arlana looks sad but understands "they...They mentioned a name...'Bael'...A Sin'dorei name..." she says thoughtfully.
"You could be right...First we need to get you back. I believe I have something for your...size in my room..." Melith says looking at Arlana's damaged armour doubtfully. "We shall return with this news to Tyrande as well..."
The two sentinels walk off back down the hill as if nothing happened, their hands brushing against one another's. Silence falls again aside the whisper of the wind and the deep groans of the mighty trees caressing the sky, another loud explosion rings out.
The stag walks out of his hiding place. A flash of green light engulfs the area. In the stags place stands a tall proud Night Elf with long white hair entwined with leaves. He silently watches the Sentinels walk off with blazing green eyes.
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Thanks for reading. Feel free to review, good or bad I would like to hear what you think. Of course if I do a part 2 the plot will thicken. Anonymous reviews welcome.
Just want to add. No I am not capitalising on the male fantasy of night elf females. My story has a true moral at the heart .Well...Maybe I am, just a little.
-Lord Luca