The sunrise was graceful, elegant, and downright scary. First, the orc girl had woken up. Her bright blue eyes looking around the strange place. Her hands moved but felt hair. Looking over, she looked up that line of grass colored hair to see a most handsome face beside her. The nose was broken, but it suited the tough looking texture. Shaking her mental state, Grimora looked around more, her eyes finding Winterpaw, sprawled out in the bed next to them.
Cursing gently, she backed out of the bed, only to be stricken with her whole body aching. Her nose was so stuffed it hurt too. These small movements woke up the elf, who jerked up, his hair falling around his face making him look wild. She kinda liked the look, but the male behind the elf wasn't so happy.
Winterpaw let out a deafening roar, his eyes blazing crazily as he broke the bed with his weight and sudden shifting. He made his way to the elf, only to fall face onto the second bed, catching nothing. Grimora felt arms around her, a soft word in her ear, and then they were outside. Winter went into a frenzy, not even the trained guards could stop him from destroying market stands or shacks. Grimora was holding onto the elf, him holding her piggyback style like she weighed nothing. Leading the Tauren out, they started getting into thicker trees, until they met a small but long cliff side, also part of a waterfall.
Smashing could be heard and the poor elf didn't think of anything but fighting. Grimora was lucky she'd been taught by the Undead, learning some common from the freshly dead. She touched the elf's shoulder, blue eyes meeting two silver shining orbs.
"What is your name? I'm Grimora…" she murmured, smiling at the seemingly startled male. The elf gave her a puzzled look since he didn't know her orcish language. But a couple more times of pointing to herself and saying Grimora gave him the idea of her name.
"A-nel….Anel Metalhand…" he murmured in chopped words himself. Clearing his throat, he did as she had by pointing and repeating. She smiled up at him again, which he returned. But the Druid found them, and sent Anel flying into the river breathless. The female orc backed away, scared of her old friend for a few seconds before he settled. Anel was swimming, but the current was too much for even a warrior. Feeling that she was about to lose a new friend, she quickly called out to something with wings, something big, some thing that could save Metalhand.
A dark portal opened, a being cramming her way through the tiny opening. Winter stood a little ways away from her, watching as her eyes glazed over with a power that made his skin crawl. The being that came out looked like something out of a dirty show. 'One of the dirtiest shows…' thought Winterpaw, his eyes looking over the succubus.
"Find and save Anel Metalhand." Grimora commanded the demon, her voice thick with something. Once the power left her, she felt faint, but wanted so much to see the elf safe.
The demon let her wings stretch and flew out, finding the elf holding on, his arm bulging with enough strength to push back his death. Swooping down, she picked him up even though he protested to no end. Bringing him back up, her wings flapping with effort, but she got him back next to her Mistress. Anel was out cold, his body with such a lack of energy that any more fighting would be the real end.
Setting him down, Grimora took off her over jacket, wrapping it around him in effort to keep him warm. Cursing more, she pulled him back from the edge and back to the edge of the thick woods.
"Winter, could you get a fire going? Please?" The sad little plead in the 'please' caught him off guard. Grunting, Winter pushed things around until he could get enough wood and leaves to start a fire.
Cradling Anel's head, Grimora felt content, hugging the elf close and feeling tired from the summoning, she slumped over a bit. The succubus sat down on a rock, watching the Tauren work and her Mistress sleep. She'd been called out for a reason, now she could just relax and wait until she could feed. Stretching out, she laid back over the flat sheet rock, sunning her virtually pale skin.
Winter got the fire roaring and sat by it, not bothering to help his friend or that evil thing she saved. Speaking of the devil, Anel woke, one hand coming up to rub his face.
"Where am…I?" he questioned to no one and anyone. Grimora stirred awake as she felt him shift a little out of her lap. They met eyes and smiled, both turning redder than beats. The little action made Winterpaw want to hurl. The succubus got up herself, clomping over to her Mistress.
"Hail Mistress Grimora! I am your loyal servant, your very own demon fresh from the Nether Realm." she stated, leaning onto one hip. Succubus' and Incubus' always made things sensual no matter what action it was. Blushing more, Grimora nodded and got up, Anel doing the same but eyeing the large bull.
The orc warlock padded over to the river, seeing little fish to invite to supper. Anel followed her, eyeing the blue sky, clouds, and woods that seemed to surround them on every side but the cliff. Grimora whirled around, grabbing his hand and pulling him further upstream. While she was thinking of fish, Anel was too busy looking at her to detect the worgling that was running right from the side.
A scream brought him out of it and he turned fast enough that his hand slapped over the eyes of the wolf, making it snarl. Anel roared and summoned the great strength all Warriors of Metalhand were known for and smash his fist into the muzzle of the dog. It yelped, staggered, and he could see that he broke it's nose, pushing it back into the face and stabbing bone into the soft tissue that it called a brain. Grinning in triumph, Anel flexed his arm, amazed at even his own power. The orc female was stunned, but seeing him so proud made things knot in her. Yes, a little pride for him too…but something else too that she couldn't place.
Shaking her head in small confusion, she stepped over and hugged him gently, giving him a thankful smile. Anel pulled out a very small knife from his boot and skinned the wolf of its pelt, also taking a bone to sharpen, and then washed his hands in the now calm river. He heard the small girl singing songs to herself, obviously trying to calm herself more than she gave off. Pushing himself up with one arm on a huge boulder, the elf smiled at Grimora. They communicated silently, but had well enough understanding of each other to get by.
They walked in silence over to where more fish gathered in the calm waters. Taking out the bone, Anel sharpened one end to a harsh point. Taking off his shirt, he pulled out the thick string that kept one side together. Grimora was watching him with well fascination. Well, she wasn't watching his creation but more or less the way his muscles moved. She giggled to herself then shook her head, rubbing at her face, trying to get the alien thoughts and feeling out of her brain.
Anel went on to attach the bone point to a nice sturdy and long spear like stick. He shook his upper body and bounced a bit to loosen his legs. Like a flash of lightening, the spear sank into the fresh water like it was nothing. Grimora was wide eyed. She'd been sitting on the bank of the river when the monster pole whirled past her shoulder and head. Turning, she saw a sheepishly smiling Anel, rubbing his shoulder then held up his hands to show that he didn't mean for that to happen. Sighing, the warlock turned back around, she hummed to herself and watching the blue sky turn like clockwork.
Yelling was heard in the distance and hooves of something heavy. Anel pulled out the spear and got into a defensive position, Grimora behind him. The hooves came closer and a human stopped not too far off. The warlock liked the creature the human rode; it was elegant, gorgeous, and earthy all in one. The night elf in front of her relaxed and smiled at the sturdy, well dressed might she add, human walking towards them.