Rated M for Mature
I'm really liking Guljon and Argoz' chemistry so far. I'm having too much fun with it.
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Curled up in her blanket, Guljon was dead to the world, despite the noisy atmosphere around her. Sazlek and Argoz had been bickering all morning, trying to figure out the best way to transport the Elf without being caught by the rest of the Horde. Durotar was swarming with orcs, trolls, and the like; people that the small company did not need to meet. In an angered huff, Sazlek left Argoz and the slumbering elf in a hurry, retrieving her staff in order to blow off some steam on by-standing scorpids. They'd done nothing to her as of late, but who was to say that they would not try to sneak up on their rather small, and completely unexpected, party? She wasn't about to take any chances, and a bit of exercise was bound to do the druid some good.
In the meantime, Argoz found himself alone with the elf, a deep frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. He hadn't even wanted to join Sazlek in the first place; really, the only reason he had shown up was to warn her about the consequences she might soon be facing. However, it seemed like a good idea to offer his assistance to the small group. He was well aware that Sazlek was a great warrior, but with the weakened elf at her side, she was bound to be slowed down. Even now, they sat and waited for the coast to be clear to move on, because of the violet-skinned woman, not that he was complaining. He had always had a fondness for an Elvish woman's soft features, much different than those of his own race. Yellow eyes venturing over to where the elf continued to slumber, his brows furrowed, knowing very well not to even think about her. Though it was his training that told him to kill any enemy that crossed his path, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty at what he'd done. After what Sazlek had said, he understood why she'd saved the woman. No one should have to die alone.
After a few moments, the woman stirred, eyelids fluttering as Guljon awakened, letting loose a rather lengthy yawn at her uncomfortable sleep. At least with Hullok and Feldion, she had some sort of mat she could use to cushion herself from the hard ground. Here, it was just she and the hard floor, with the addition of the few animal furs that Sazlek had given her, making her rest the slightest bit more comfortable. It wasn't much, but it would have to do for the time being. Really, if it had not been for the troll, Guljon would be long dead by now.
Slowly sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Guljon blinked her shining, silvery hues, glancing around for any sign of Sazlek, though she found no trace of her. Instead, her eyes met the yellow orbs of a certain orc that she had not been expecting to see for a very long time, if not ever. Grimacing, her brows furrowed into a dangerous 'V' shape, hands glowing with a holy magic. Who was to say this man wouldn't attempt to hurt her again?
"The hell do you want?" she asked, her voice no more than a low growl. "Here to finish the job you failed earlier? What kind of orc can't kill a Night Elf? Pathetic."
Her voice, soft and soothing, though filled with malice, washed over the male, reaching his ears, causing his eyebrow to twitch in annoyance. "You should be happy that I didn't end your life right then and there, Elf," he said coolly, lifting his lip in a sort of growl. "You're damn lucky that Sazlek has more of a heart than the rest of the Horde…else you'd be rotting on the road right now." A dark chuckle rumbled his chest, passing through his lips as he met her gaze with a reserved expression. He was rather adept at hiding his emotions, despite the anger at her words that he felt. They had stung at his pride; any orc would have finished her without a second thought, but not Argoz. He did not kill her. And should he go back and relive the moment, he was certain that he would still avoid doing so.
"Must be nice, knowing that your brethren are more of an orc than you are. Don't you kill for the pleasure of it? What kind of weakling lets a weak female as myself go? Obviously you, dog." As well as he could hide his emotions, hiding his anger was not one of his stronger points.
"Shut the fuck up, Elf," he snarled, fist tightening around the dagger he had strapped to his leg. "Unlike your Alliance beliefs, we're not all monsters. Maybe I just wanted to give you a second chance at life. Which you obviously got. So don't even speak of things you don't know. You have a lot to learn about the Horde, Elf." Leaning backward, he felt his heart racing as his blood boiled, closing his eyes to keep his temper from snapping, spurning him to actually kill the woman before him. If Sazlek had not been around, it would have been a very tempting idea, but with the troll lurking about, he wouldn't dare.
"Fine," she sneered, folding slender arms over her ample chest, looking away, focusing her eyes upon a scorpid several meters away. Beyond it, she could see Sazlek's figure swinging at several that attacked her at once, sighing as she realized that the orc was here by her invitation. Her displeasure was quite clear, but she supposed if he was there to help, then he would not harm her. At least not yet. Who was to say he wouldn't the moment she was back with her allies? Either way, her lips turned into a deep frown, stretching her legs before returning her sights to the orc.
"I suppose, if we're going to be stuck with each other for a while, it wouldn't hurt to know the name of my would-be killer." Silvery orbs rested upon hues of yellow, awaiting an answer. She was not feeling the need to do any arguing, so if he refused her his name, she would merely roll back up in her animal skins until the troll returned to them.
"Argoz," he grunted, unsheathing a dagger, using a cloth to wipe the smudges off the cool metal. "Argoz Grimfist. First of my name. First rogue in my family. Heh, not that you give a damn."
"You're right, Grimfist. I don't give a damn about whether you're the first or last of your name. I wanted something other than 'orc' to be able to call you."
"Well, then, Elfie. Time for you to return the favor. Tell me your name, before I force it out of you." She raised her eyebrows, leaning forward in a challenging manner, a dark smirk lifting her lips.
"Oh, I'd like to see you try," she said, added emphasis on the last word. A dark chortle escaped him, likewise leaning forward, chest puffing out as he returned the challenging pose. A little Night Elf would not scare a fully grown orc, especially one of his stature.
"Don't tempt me, girl," he replied, a dark glimmer in his yellow eyes. "I'd gladly do it." His lips lifted into a smirk at the darkened violet skin as she blushed, though she did not bat an eye. Had her skin not darkened, he would not have been able to tell that his words flustered her. "I'm going to ask you again, Elfie. What's your name?"
Huffing angrily, finally averting her gaze from his smug expression, the Elf answered his question. "Guljon Nightbeam. And that's all you need to know about me, Grimfist."
"For now," he mused, leaning back as he folded massive arms across his broad chest, quirking a brow at her posture. She faced away from him, hunched over in a protective manner, obviously worried that he might attack her again. It was amusing, to say the least. If he really wanted to, he could take her then and there, but he was nowhere near the mood to attack her, not to mention that he'd done her enough damage already.
"Damn, woman," he said, rolling his eyes, earning a glare from the Night Elf. "I'm not going to hurt you, so relax. You're stressing me out, and I'm the one that's in my own territory."
"No," she replied coolly, crossing her arms as well. "I'll keep you as stressed as I want. With Sazlek around, you wouldn't dare lay a finger on me. So stress away~!" His features deepened into a frown as he looked her in the eye, stern expression crossing his features.
"You don't want to know how I deal with my stress, Guljon," he said, raising his brows. "I know for a fact that you wouldn't be too pleased with what I'd do." Smirking, waggling an eyebrow in satisfaction as an expression of utmost surprise and embarrassment crossed her features once again, blushed darkening her fair, violet skin.
"You pervert," she mumbled, throwing the animal skin over her head, turning her back on the amused orc. "Just wait until Sazlek gets back…"
"Or what? She's gonna smack my hand for being dirty? Sweetheart, you don't get out much, do ya? The world's full of pervs, both Horde and Alliance. There's no way to get away from them, so you'd better get used to it. Especially if you plan on traveling with an orc and a troll. Be thankful that Saz is female…males are a lot worse that she is. But in all seriousness, do you live under a rock or somethin'?"
"Doesn't matter, Grimfist" she murmured, glancing at him with a furious expression. "It's my life, and it's not about to change."
"Looks like it's pretty much changed right about now, don't you think?"
"Yeah, well when I get home…or at least back to my husband, things will be back to normal. No perverted men like you to worry about." At the mention of her husband, he cocked a brow in question, chuckling lightly.
"You've got a husband? It's been years since I've seen anyone married around Orgrimmar. It's just not a custom here. Ya don't know if your significant other is even gonna work out, so why even bother with a marriage? It's just a mess to get out of."
"Night Elves practice marriage," she rebutted, turning to fully face him. "Though I'm not so sure it was a good idea to begin with…" Without thinking, she spoke of a subject that she wouldn't dare speak of in Darnassus. If word of her thoughts reached her husband…she didn't want to think about it.
"Ah, so the truth comes out." Shining eyes peered at her with interest, hanging onto her words. "Whaddya mean by that, Guljon? Not so happy in your little marriage, I take it. What a shame. See, if you didn't even bother with that silly little tradition, you wouldn't be in this situation, would ya?"
"Shut up!" she growled, fists balling up, shooting the man a deadly glare. "You have no idea what goes on in my life, and I'd appreciate it if you stopped with trying to find out!"
Shrugging nonchalantly, the male reclined backward, resting his arms behind his head as he gazed at the sky. "Not trying to find out anything, Guljon," he said with a sly grin. "Just poking you enough to see how much you're willing to tell me, and so far, I've gathered that you're married, though not happily so. I'm sure I could press a bit more, if you really wanted me to…I wouldn't mind in the slightest."
Anger caused her features to flush as Guljon rose to her feet, fists balled up at her sides as she approached the man, retrieving her staff from where it lay. This orc was rather annoying, and she didn't know whether she'd stay in the party longer, or leave to find her way back on her own. She knew the latter was highly unlikely; if anything, she'd end up getting even more lost than before, finding herself it an even more terrible situation. Sazlek and Grimfist were willing to help her…the rest of the Horde was not.
"What are you planning to do with that staff of yours, Elfie?" Argoz asked, not bothering to bat an eye as she jabbed him in the center of the chest angrily, lifting her lip in a snarl. "If you think you're gonna bludgeon me to death, you probably should rethink that strategy. I can already tell you…" He paused, allowing himself to rise to his feet, towering over the slender female as her staff remained firmly in place. He leaned forward, his own gruff features merely centimeters away from her delicate face.
"It ain't gonna work on me." Massive hand wrapping around the top of her staff, he tugged lightly, easily pulling it from her grasp and tossing it aside. It was too easy, he thought, amused by the horrified expression upon her face. She may have been a priest, but she was simply a healer, not a class that was known for their attack abilities. "You best be trusting me, Guljon," he said gently, though his expression remained stern as ever. "You don't really have much of a choice. So it'd be much better if we were friends, rather than foes."
"As if that would ever happen," she spat, jabbing a slender digit into his chest. "I'd die before I would trust a man that stabbed me in the back already. You'd probably do it again if you had the chance." With each syllable, she poked him again and again, earning her an unamused expression. Before she could jab him again, he caught her hand in his massive fist, jerking lightly, causing her to stumble forward, before they were face-to-face.
"Stop. Poking. Me." he growled. "Didn't you ever learn to not judge a book by its cover? If not, I suggest you learn, and learn soon. Otherwise I'll-"
"What have we here?"
Unknown to the Elf and orc, Sazlek had returned, several scorpid stings clutched in her fist. "Had I known ya'd be gettin' along so well, I woulda stayed out dere a bit longer." Her lips lifted into a smirk as she saw Guljon's features darken into a blush, averting her gaze as she tugged her arm away from Argoz, whose arms once again were folded across his chest.
"So what was going on dere, Argoz?" Sazlek asked, crimson orbs watching Guljon as she pulled on her boots, preparing herself for the trip home. She seemed to be a flustered mess at the moment, no doubt because of the orc standing next to her. Gaze wandering back to Argoz, she raised an eyebrow, awaiting his answer.
"Just talking," he replied, keeping his gaze fixed to some unknown spot in the distance. "I don't think she likes me very much."
"I expected as much," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I don't be expectin' ya to be friends wit' her, but just try and get along wit' her." A grunt rumbled in his throat, still avoiding the troll woman's gaze. "Ignore me all you want, but we got to get goin'. From what I saw, dere be no one around dese parts. Get yer worg and we can be goin'." Leaving the man behind to gather her belongings, Sazlek cautiously approached the elf, whose expression had not changed from what it had been previously. She too was gathering her things, shoving them into a pack in a rush, quickly folding up the animal skin she had borrowed for the night. Upon Sazlek's approach, she turned, her expression softening minimally, holding up the blanket for the druid to take.
"Ah, sorry about Argoz," she said, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly. "He be a bit…different. He be meanin' no harm by it." She knew her words would have no effect on Guljon, but she kneeled beside her, either way, taking her pack into her hands. "We need to be goin', now. Deh coast be clear and we can start heading west. Take dah raptor. I'll fly."
Rising to her feet, brushing dark locks out of her eyes, she faced the troll, following her to Lana, who stood, clawing at the ground a few meters away. "You know, you don't have to do this. I can find my way."
"Yeah, but dis territory not be da best for ya to travel through alone. Dats why Argoz and I be here. We'll get ya home, safe and sound."
A small smile crossed the Night Elf's lips as she mounted the raptor, shaking her head lightly. "I do appreciate it, Sazlek," she said softly, gripping her reigns in both her slender hands. "Though, that man might end up sending me over the deep end, before long. He's quite the charmer." She didn't seem amused in the slightest, though a hint of a grin upon her lips gave her away.
"Well, da sooner we get ya back, de sooner ya get away from him. So let's get goin'." Not a moment later, Sazlek had shifted into a bat, flapping her great, leathery wings to keep her afloat. "C'mon, mon," she called over her shoulder, looking at the grumpy orc, who currently was mounted upon his worg. As ready as he was for the journey to be over with, he couldn't help but to feel a bit of excitement as they took their first steps toward Ashenvale, to where they could drop the woman off without getting into trouble.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," he grumbled, running a hand through his ebony locks, rolling great, yellow eyes. This would be quite the journey to remember.