It had been two years since the fall of the grand city of Dalaran. Faiyte the could still remember being told about it as though it had happened yesterday. The Crusade returning with the news. What was left of it from Northrend that had survived, anyhow. It had happened only a week after she and her mother had left. The scourge had gone rampant, rolling across the entire continent like a high powered machine hell-bent on death and destruction. No one even saw it coming. Faiyte's mother had collapsed to the ground upon hearing that her husband had been killed when the death knights took down the city. Against the entire scourge army, the Kirin'Tor, the guards, and even the Crusade forces hadn't stood a chance. It was a strange sort of feeling, knowing it could very well have killed Faiyte and her mother, as well, if Faiyte's father hadn't forbidden them from coming back. Faiyte mourned the city, and all it's glory. She mourned the peace, there. She mourned the efforts and the crusade. But, most of all, she mourned her father and Kayve. They hadn't deserved to die that way. It had been two years, though, and things were only just beginning to get better. Even if Northrend, in it's entirety, had been lost to the scourge.
Faiyte's mother had taken to doing whatever she could to preoccupy herself. She took on many small, odd jobs around Darnassus. Cooking, cleaning houses, assisting shops, running errands and whatever else she could to make herself feel useful. Faiyte, herself, had become completely immersed in her training. She was nearly always finding ways to better her abilities. And, even at the young age of sixteen, she was being sought-after by the guards of Alliance cities, aspiring young priests wishing for tips, the Cathedral in Stormwind, and even the Crusade. She was not going unnoticed for her exceptional talents. Or, for that matter, her looks. She had grown much over the past two years. Her figure had developed into that of a young woman, flawless in it's hourglass shape, and just the right amount of curves. Quite honestly, she looked around three years older than she truly was, because of it. Aside from her figure, her facial features matched in perfection. Her face was symmetrical, slender, but with a strong jaw. Her almond-shaped eyes and their glowing shade of gold gave her stare a penetrating effect, capturing the attention of anyone she spoke with. Her nose was sloped and defined, yet still soft and proportionate enough to fit with her face. Her lips were full and slightly curved, giving them a supple, sort of pouting look. Though she was uncommonly gorgeous, she didn't let it get the better of her, and she certainly didn't let anyone use her appearance to assume she was weak, or needed help. She was no "damsel in distress", and took no issue challenging anyone who thought of her as such. She was well-known in the adventurer's circle, as well. She often traveled to Stormwind, taking part in the duels before the city gates. She wasn't one to lose, either. She knew her abilities well enough that she never backed down from a challenge, no matter who it was from. She was proud, strong, and stubborn. And she flaunted so, effortlessly.
When she wasn't training, dueling, or helping her mother, she was wandering the City. Walking along by herself gave her time to think. She attributed all her talent to her mind. She had always been intelligent and, with aging, it increased. It was why she could win so many duels against older, more experienced adventurers. Why training was so fast and simple to her. She had the ability to think quickly and efficiently. She could easily solve any problem, devise any strategy, conquer any task or debate her way to winning any argument. It annoyed her mother immensely, who had a common joke that Faiyte should have been born a mage, instead of a priest, and that something had gone wrong. Faiyte couldn't really argue with the fact, though. She did behave more like a mage, sitting and studying, finding ways to improve, and over-thinking, rather than acting like a priest, obsessed with goodness and the Light. Helping others. That wasn't her. Not that she was cold hearted. In fact, Faiyte was quite cheery, kind, and helpful. But, it wasn't what defined her. It was what her father had hoped would define her.
The thought of her father made her frown sadly. She had truly let him down. The last time she had seen him, was when he was ordering her back to Darnassus. She'd never had the chance to talk to him and make amends. He died angry and disappointed with her. That thought stung. She had considered taking up the Crusade's offer of inducting her into their ranks, early, but she still didn't have that raw desire to join them. Not like her father had. She sighed, standing from her perch on the dock, and starting back towards the large, glowing portal to Darnassus. She had to get back home, the sun was nearly down, already. As she crossed the thresh into the city, she was met by chaotic commotion, causing her to look up in shock and wonder. The guards were chasing someone through the Trade Center. It looked like he was giving them a good run, too. He was a Night Elf, which made the situation all the more confusing. He was darting through buildings, jumping over ledges, scaling walls and she even thought she saw him run over the water's surface. She cocked her head to the side slightly as she watched him, then started toward the area she deduced his path would lead. She needed a better look at him. As he neared, she got the look she was hoping for. Age-wise, he looked to he nineteen or twenty, give or take a year. He had deep green hair, past his shoulders, that whipped around behind him as he ran. He was a bit lanky, but still toned, and tall for his age. Dark, tribal-like tattoos covered his arms, standing out against his blue-purple skin. As he faced forward to see where he was going, her eyes found his face, and his oddly colored red eyes snapped to her. As they did, he faltered a bit, nearly stumbling over his own feet. Faiyte would recognize him anywhere. He had recognized her, too. It was Kayve. He was alive. He had quickly composed himself, continuing to flee the guards as Faiyte watched after him in a frozen state of shock. After the initial moment of bewilderment, she started into motion. She ran around the city, sure to go past him on her way. After a sharp whistle to get his attention, she started back towards the Trade Center, toward her own home. Kayve followed shortly after, doing his best to shake some of the guards. As he reached Faiyte, she hurriedly opened the door, allowing him to duck inside before shutting it after him. Luckily enough, the guards hadn't seen. As they neared her, she acted slightly panicked, pointing toward the main entryway to the City, leading out into Teldrassil 's heart.
"I saw him run past, out of the city!" She called. Having no reason to distrust the highly acclaimed priest, they took her direction. After watching them go, she quickly moved into her house, closing and locking the door behind her. "Kayve!? "She called, looking around the room. It all seemed rather surreal. As though she had just imagined the entire thing.
"Did they buy it?" She heard him ask, from down the hallway.
"Yeah, you're alright. "She said, giving a quick look back to the door. She watched as he made his way back out into the sitting room, still looking a bit anxious. Suddenly, Faiyte broke into a wide smile, rushing forward and throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. "Oh, Light! I thought you were dead!" She couldn't help the tears that came to her eyes as she said it, refusing to release him. After a moment of startled concern, Kayve returned her hug, giving a small smile of his own. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you!"
"It's good to see you, too. "He said, finally getting her to release him. Though, she still remained close, running her hands over his face, shoulders and chest in a slightly comical semblance to someone checking the validity of an object. Once she seemed satisfied, she let her eyes lock with his, again.
"I can't believe it! How did you survive?" She asked. "We were told the fall of Dalaran killed everyone that was on it!"
"It did." He nodded. "I wasn't there, when it fell. Vance had me down in Borean Tundra, Warsong Hold, collecting a debt."
"Well, where have you been, for the past two years? Why didn't you come here, I would have gladly taken you in." She tried, leading him over to sit on the couch. He did so cautiously, clearly tense about moving closer to the door.
"Seeing as how the guards were just reacting to me, I don't think that would have been the best plan." He muttered, reminding Faiyte all at once of the chaos that had recently ensued. "I went to Orgrimmar." He said, in answer to her first question. At this, Faryte rose a brow, mouth falling slightly agape.
"Orgrimmar!?" She repeated in disbelief. If the guards in Darnassus had reacted so poorly to him, she couldn't imagine how the Horde capital had reacted.
"Yeah." He nodded, a bit somberly. "I grew up there."
"...In Orgrimmar?" She couldn't believe it. Kayve looked to her, and something in his eyes said not to press the issue farther. "Alright, so why did you come here, then? Is that why the guards were chasing you? Because they know you've been with the Horde?" she asked, and he nodded.
"I came here for a change. Nothing has changed about that place, from when I was a kid. It didn't get any better for me, there. I thought I would see how the other side worked, but... I guess Dalaran was really the only place I could live in peace."
"It can be peaceful for you, here." Faiyte argued. "We just have to go talk to Tyrande. The priestess will understand, once we explain everything."
"Yes, I'm sure I'll be welcomed with open arms. She'll definitely hear me out." Kayve muttered, voice heavy with sarcasm.
"She'll hear me out." Faiyte said pointedly. "The two of us get along, well enough. I've trained with her, before. If she has my word that you're alright, you'll be allowed to stay here." This information seemed to ease him, and he gave a small nod and smile.
"Thank you." He offered, and Faiyte gave a grin of her own.
"You don't have to act so surprised about it." She chuckled, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You've been my best friend since I was just a young child. Of course I'd do something like this, for you. It's no big deal."
"Yes it is." He argued. "I haven't seen you in two years. I wouldn't think you'd-"
"Nothing has changed." She interrupted. "We're still friends and I'm still willing to do nice things for you. Help you when you need it." At this, his smile became a bit more prominent. "We'd better go, now, to talk to her. The sooner the better." She announced, getting to her feet and gesturing for Kayve to follow suit. She paused at the door, glancing back to him."You may want to stealth, to ensure we can get there without guards chasing us." She suggested. Kayve gave an understanding nod, doing so before Faiyte opened the door and lead the way.
"Who is your friend, Faiyte?" Tyrande asked, not even turning from her spot as Faiyte approached.
"Nothing gets past you, does it?" Faiyte chuckled. Tyrarde turned, offering a warm smile before gesturing to the air beside Faiyte, where Kayve stood, stealthed. Knowing there was no use in remaining that way, he stopped, coming into clear view. "This is Kayve. He's an old friend I met back in Dalaran, while visiting my father." Faiyte announced. "He was in Northrend when Dalaran fell, and I thought he had died. He came to live among us, here in Darnassus, but the guards...Well they think he's a threat. I'm here to tell you, personally, that he's not."
"I see."Tyrande nodded, setting her gaze on the rogue." Is this true?"
"Yes, ma'am." He gave a short, slightly timid nod.
"Where have you been living, for the two years that have passed, since then?" At this, Kayve struggled.
"He was staying in Orgrimmar." Faiyte answered honestly. "But, I assure you, he is no threat to the city, or to the Alliance, at all."
"Orgrimmar."She repeated, still watching Kayve. She didn't sound upset. She didn't even sound surprised. "With the Orcs." She continued."But it isn't orc blood in you, is it?" Faiyte was slightly taken aback. Did Tyrande just suggest he was half orc? How would Kayve react to that?
"Troll, ma'am." He replied, and Tyrande nodded. Faiyte was stunned, to say the least. Of course, it was obvious to tell, once he'd said it. From his crimson eyes, mostly. "My mother. "He clarified.
"I thought as much. I've never seen you in the city before. Sooner or later, all Night Elves come through Darnassus, regardless of origin." Tyrande said. Then, she looked between Kayve and Faiyte. "I trust Faiyte's judgment of you. My guards will be alerted that you are welcome, here."
"Thank you." Faiyte smiled widely, and Kayve gave an agreeing nod. Tyrande returned it, then Faiyte turned to lead Kayve back to her house. He was quiet, on the walk back, and appeared a bit stressed. "Here." she said, motioning for him to follow her through the house and up the stairs. "You can stay in the spare room." She said, gesturing him into it. He glanced around a bit, taking it in before he sat on the edge of the bed." Is it alright?"She tried, taking a seat beside him.
"It's better than a dirt-rimmed hole in the wall, or a dingy, overused room at the inn." He commented."Thank you... I can't imagine your mother will let me stay here, though."
"She has to." Faiyte said. "I'll make her let you. I'm not going to have you living out on the damn streets anymore, answering to idiot bullies like Vance just so you have enough change to eat on." She muttered." This can be a fresh start, for you."
"You're the only one who's ever been nice enough to offer me that." He said, giving a weak smile over to her."The only one who's been nice to me, period." He added, looking away again. Faiyte frowned, resting a hand on his arm.
"What happened to you, Kayve?" She asked,earning his attention. "I mean, I know it's not really any of my business... But I'd like to know, if you're willing to tell me."
"I guess, if I don't, I'll feel like a royal prick. After all you've just done, for me.." He shrugged."It's just never been easy, being me. My mother was a Troll, that much you've already just figured out. Obviously, my father was a Night Elf." He paused. "If I didn't look the way I do, I wouldn't be so sure of it. I never actually met the guy."He sighed." He truth of it is, that he raped her, and I was the end product."
"Oh, Light..." Faiyte breathed, and Kayve gave her a quick glance. "I mean, that's awful."
"Yeah." the nodded. "It gets better... My mother couldn't stand me, because of it. Having me around as a constant reminder of what she went through, and all. And, since Troll tribes are so closely knit, no one else, there, accepted me, either. And, in Orgrimmar, I was always treated like the freak-child outcast hybrid I was, so it wasn't any better, there." He said. "Eventually, my mother couldn't take it, anymore. When I was almost ten, she brought me into Nortrend, to visit Dalaran City. She said it was a sanctuary, that accepted everyone, no matter their race. She said we could live there without having to worry what people said or thought, anymore. She sent me off to grab us something to eat, and that was the last time I ever saw her." He said. "She just left. Got rid of her problem and stranded me there to fend for myself."
"And you just stayed there? "Faiyte asked rather quietly, reeling from the information.
"Of course I did. For awhile, it was because I was stupid enough to think she would come back for me. Then, once I realized she wouldn't ... I guess I just figured it was the best I was ever going to get. They didn't accept me the way my mother made it sound like they would, but it was still better, in Dalaran, than it ever was anywhere else." He paused." And then you came along, so it wasn't so bad, anymore. You were the only one who ever accepted me."
"Of course I do. There's nothing wrong with you." She said pointedly, earning his gaze, again. "Like I said, this is a fresh start, for you. And there's no way in hell I'll let anyone disrespect you, any more." She said."I'm so sorry you had to go through all that. But it will be better, now. I promise."
"Well, I'll do my best to try to believe that '"He said grimly. "Even if it doesn't get better, I'd rather be here, with you, than anywhere else, anyway." Faiyte smiled, leaning forward to pull him into a hug. He returned it, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder. She allowed him to simply hold onto her for a bit. It seemed like he needed it. After a bit, he pulled away, looking her over a bit. "You've changed." He finally spoke, and she snickered slightly.
"And so have you. It's been two years." She shrugged. "I missed you."
"I missed you more." He argued with a smirk. Faiyte took a moment, watching him, before she leaned forward again, pressing her lips to his In a quick kiss. He seemed stunned, and looked to her as she pulled away again. "There's no way in hell I'm that lucky." He said, after a spell of shocked silence.
"What if you are?" She breathed. At this, Kayve wasted no time in pulling her into another kiss. Faiyte smiled against his lips a bit as she returned it, linking her arms around him. Her heart raced a bit. She'd been wanting to kiss him since she was thirteen. She simply hadn't had the guts. With seeing him again, after thinking he had died, she couldn't help herself. Luckily enough, he hadn't turned away the action. In fact, judging from the feeling behind his kiss, he felt the same.
As Kayve moved a hand to rest on her hip, her heart gave a happy flutter. She moved, breaking their kiss just long enough to crawl into his lap. As she took him back into their kiss, he gladly linked his arms around her, holding her against him. She settled against him, parting her lips to allow his tongue access and deepening their kiss. As they did so, Kayve moved his hands, running them over her body. Although, he did so a bit cautiously. Faiyte smirked against his kiss, moving her own hand to guide his over her hip, up her side and to her breast. This action seemed to ease his concerns, and he eagerly deepened their kiss, his hands continuing to explore her. It created a flutter in her stomach, and a slight ache within her. Kayve's hands ran down her sides, and found their way to slide under her shirt. He ran them over her skin slowly, soaking in the feel of her as they traveled up her torso. Faiyte's breath hitched a bit as his hand ran over her bare breast, gripping and kneading in a way that caused the aching in her to grow. She broke their kiss, pulling away just enough to allow him to tug her shirt up and off, casting it aside on the floor. He grinned as his eyes traveled over her exposed torso, before he moved his lips to her neck. As he trailed kisses over her neck and collarbone, he allowed his hand to return to her chest. Faiyte smiled a bit, tilting her head to allow him more room as she ran her fingers through his hair. His lips continued over her collarbone and down over her chest. Faiyte gave a short gasp as his mouth reached her nipple, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive area. She voiced a small moan of approval, and bucked her hips against his instinctively. At this action, his grip on her tightened a bit and she felt him grin.
In a flash, he had flipped her onto the bed, pinning her to the mattress with his body as his lips attached themselves to hers, again. The feeling of his weight on her only increased her arousal, and she eagerly returned his wild kiss, running her hands down his back and gripping the end of his shirt. He moved, allowing her to quickly tug it off before returning to his place on top of her. She linked her arms around his shoulders, pressing her bare skin to his as his hands moved down her sides. He moved his mouth, again, to plant kisses over her jawline and down her neck. He shifted his weight, supporting himself on one arm as his opposite hand continued to travel over her body. He moved his hand over her stomach, and toyed with the waistline of her pants. Faiyte shifted her hips, encouraging him. With one last quick, yet passionate kiss, he moved away from her. He linked his fingers under the fabric of her pants, and she lifted her hips off of the mattress a bit to allow him to slide them down and off. He took a moment, looking her over and causing her heart to race even more. A smirk curled his lips, and he slowly ran his hands back up her legs. Faiyte gasped as his hand reached her womanhood, and he slid a finger down her soaked slit. He moved, hovering back over her body and supporting himself on one arm as he took her in another fervent kiss. She gladly returned it, growing more eager as he continued to toy with her folds. She gave soft moans against his mouth as he did so, and she felt him smirk slightly. He moved his hand, running a finger around her entrance before slipping it inside. Faiyte moaned loudly, breaking their kiss and bucking her hips against his hand. Kayve gave a growl of approval, beginning to pump his finger inside of her slowly. Faiyte whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders as she bit her bottom lip, a pressure rising inside of her at his actions. Kayve moved his mouth to her chest, taking one of her hardened nipples in his mouth as he continued moving his finger inside of her. She writhed beneath him, bucking her hips again in an unspoken plea for more speed. He didn't comply, however. In fact, he removed his hand from her completely, giving a chuckle at her protesting whimper.
Kayve moved down her body, trailing light kisses over her chest and down her stomach. His hands moved to her legs, moving them over his shoulders as he ducked between them. A shock of pleasure ran through Faiyte as Kayve's tongue hit her clit. She gave another loud moan, gripping the sheets beside her as he continued, sending shocks and shutters through her body. He slid his hand back to her entrance, moving his finger inside of her, again. Faiyte gasped and moaned as he did so, the steady tension within her building quickly. She whimpered and moaned, arching her back and gripping the sheets tighter. Suddenly, her core pulsed and a crashing wave of pleasure ran through her. She moaned loudly, arching her back further and writhing in ecstasy. Kayve continued his actions, riding out her orgasm before moving back up her body. Faiyte moved quickly, somewhat drunk with lust as her hand found the buckle to his pants. He smirked, amused at her struggling before she finally accomplished her task. She tugged open his pants and swiftly pushed them down. Then, in a desperate sort of manner, she pulled Kayve back onto her, catching him in a deep kiss. He smirked against her lips, linking an arm around the small of her back and shifting his hips to penetrate her.
Faiyte's breath hitched and she gave a deep moan, tightening her grip around Kayve's shoulders as he began to pump in and out of her. She bucked her hips against him, and he gave a slight growl, pushing deeper into her. The tension in her built again as he continued his pace of deep, forceful thrusts. Faiyte broke their kiss in her moans, tilting her head back and bucking her hips again. Kayve smirked, burying his face in the crook of her neck as his hand moved to her waist. He held her in place as he continued his thrusts, causing him to penetrate deeper. Faiyte gave a loud strangled sort of moan as her core pulsed around him. She whimpered and shook, arching into him as pleasure washed over her. Kayve growled in approval, moving away from her to support himself by his hands on either side of her. This allowed him less constrained thrusts, and Faiyte gave another loud moan in pleasure. As he began to thrust faster, she bucked her hips to meet his. Another shock of pleasure ran through her, and she gave a series of whimpers and moans, biting her lip, again. She moved forward, linking her arms around his shoulders and pulling him back down into a deep, passionate kiss. As he continued his thrusts, she held him in their lip lock. Kayve's breath hitched, and he gave a groan of pleasure as he pulsed inside of her. Faiyte moaned at the feel, arching into him as he continued to move, riding out both their orgasms before pulling from her. She refused to let him move from her, however, holding him in place and smirking against his lips. She finally allowed him to break their kiss, both panting for breath a bit. He chuckled slightly,giving her another quick kiss before moving to re-dress himself. After a moment, she followed suit.
"Well, that certainly was one hell of a reunion."He spoke, and she smirked, looking over to him.
"I thought you were dead." She said. He took a seat back on the bed, still catching his breath. Faiyte lurched forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "I'm so glad I was wrong." Kayve smiled, gladly linking an arm around her.
"You're absolutely perfect. You know that?" He moved a hand to her chin, raising her face to his. His eyes traveled over her features a bit, then he pressed a kiss to her lips.
