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The smell of old straw met Zydien's senses as she began to stir. Slowly her eyes opened, but quickly closed with a grunt. Her arm covered her face as she began to piece together the memories of the day before. The last she recalled was buying a drink at the Blue Recluse...afterward it was somewhat foggy. Slowly the human girl sat up; her skull was throbbing as it did on mornings similar to this. She slid her eyes open to see the inside of a small cabin, completely unfamiliar to her. Her legs were stiff as she slid them to the side of the makeshift bed of straw. She then recognized the sound of water hitting the shore as the smell of cooking meat caught her attention, and her stomach churned.
"Where...?" Zydien asked herself, "Oh, I've finally done it..who on Azeroth knows where I am."
There was melodic whistling heard from outside, and her curiosity sparked. The fireplace inside the cabin was warm and inviting, but she ventured out the doorway. An armored draenei sat on the end of a large dock outside the cottage. She idly added some questionable meat onto a skewer and sat it over a small fire. The whistling was brisk, the melody of a marching tune that a soldier would recall. Zydien stepped out onto the dock; the wood creaked beneath her cloth boots. The draenei's head snapped in her direction, the woman's eyes met Zydien's with such ferocity that the priestess took a quick step back, her arms raised up in a defensive shock.
"Oh, priestess," the draenei's eyes quickly shifted from such intensity to that of a friendly nature, "come sit, the food is not the best but it will quell your hunger."
"Food is not what I desire at the moment," Zydien answered, her hand going to her lips, "Who are..Where am I?"
"Suit yourself," the draenei laughed, taking a rough bite from a cooked piece of meat, "But I never thought I'd meet a human who did not recognize Elwynn Forest. It leaves me with little means to denounce the rumors of your stature as a horrid priestess."
Zydien opened her mouth to protest but decided against it. She strode over beside the death knight and sat down, defeated. She looked down into the water, glaring at her wavy reflection.
"Who are you?" Zydien whispered, continuing the deathly stare upon herself.
"Scai the Hallowed, your savior, Milady, do you not recall last eve?" the draenei asked blandly, picking at her teeth with one of her long fingernails.
Zydien's eyes grew wide and her head turned slowly to face her "savior". Her breath quickened, ideas rushing through her mind about what could have happened between them the night before. She tried to recover her memories, anything to lighten the darkness over her mind. Scai recognized Zydien's shocked expression and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a wicked grin on her face.
"What? No!" Zydien gasped, quickly recoiling from Scai's direction, as if she were infected with the plague.
"Wha-ha-bahaha!" She sputtered, her laughter echoed through the forest in a haunting tone, "Delightful, really you are, Zealous Zydien! That is your name, is it not? Why would you think such passionate things about me? Although, I am devilishly attractive, no?"
"Zealous Zydien is a hideous name given to me by that scum Jaxon and his fellows! I am Zydien, Priestess of the Light, I have earned that title and will be respected by it!" She snapped, humiliated, but suddenly her memory was shaken by the thought of Jaxon, "He..he was at the tavern, wasn't he?"
"I assume you have a history, but yes, he was there, all about his open trap and not about his willing blade," Scai sighed, picking at the last batch of meat she had cooked, "I was apparently in good timing when I paced in, you had caused quite an uproar."
"yes..yes, I remember now," Zydien sighed, "I believe a thanks is in order then, and you have mine."
"Tis nothing, think of it as a way to show you my prestige in such services," the fiery maiden replied, jerking her axe from her back, "Surely you are willing to hire a fine guard such as myself?"
"I need no help from you," Zydien spoke absently, picking up a small rock on the dock, she fiddled with it idly.
"Ah, I see then," Scai took a sharpening stone from her satchel and began to strike it upon her red rune blade, "isn't the view glorious? That is why I chose this cabin."
Zydien looked up from her reflection to see the dark, dreary forest across the small river. Cobwebs hung from branches and she caught a glimpse of something skittering in the darkness...
"..Glorious...agreed.." was her response, "Where in Elwynn is this place?"
"Jerod's landing," Scai said, the clashing of her weapon nearly drowning out her voice, "well, I have begun to call it Devil's Landing. Whoever that Jerod fellow is was most likely killed when I arrived."
"Isn't Jerod's..Devil's Landing a defias hideout? They patrol this area often; do you not feel fear for when you sleep?"
"Never," She smiled wistfully, as if speaking of a long lost lover, "it keeps me on my hooves. A very simple way to stay trained in the art of massacre, ey?"
Zydien stared at her glumly, not understanding this strange creature before her. Scai put down her axe and sat with her hands behind her on the dock, her hooves splashing in the river. Birds dove over the water, singing soft melodies, playing in the shifting breeze. There was a gust of wind and Zydien's hair moved with the flow of it, her head tilted back and she inhaled deeply. The air smelled of rain, and her spirit seemed to rise. The leaves rustled loudly as the sun warmed her face. Zydien smiled, bliss entering her mind. Scai sat, gazing curiously at the girl, watching her changing expression. The human's tresses flowed around her face, glistening in the sun as if it were a copper flame.
Scai outstretched her hand and grabbed behind Zydien's jaw, close to her neck, turning the human's face to hers. Scai became so close in a mere second, she kissed Zydien hard, her warm tongue thrusting between the girl's lips. Zydien was befuddled when she realized exactly what the deathknight was doing. Their lips were crushed together; Scai explored Zydien's mouth with heated movements, pulling hard on her jaw, opening the girl's mouth farther. Zydien tried to pull away, her hands quickly moving to Scai's chest, pushing hard. The deathknight overpowered her by far. She shook her head in attempts to free herself, and Scai let her go slowly, then bit the human's bottom lip.
"By the Light, you fiend!" Zydien screamed, mortified, "What were you thinking, if anything at all, imbecile?"
"You're a beautiful human, were you aware?" Scai laughed, licking her lips,"And you have such a delicious taste."
"You wicked thing, it is no question that deathknights are treated with revulsion," She growled, rearing her hand back to slap Scai, only to have her hand caught without much effort on the draenei's part.
"Such passion in you, priestess,"Scai snickered, then licked and slowly slipped one of Zydien's fingers between her lips, then out again,"why is it that my brazen attempts to show my affection have led you to such loathing?"
Zydiens jaw dropped, more than confused at the bizarre situation. Scai kissed the back of her hand then released it with a smirk. Thunder broke out suddenly, making Zydien jump. She stood and began to walk away briskly, still in disbelief. The rain began to pour but Scai only turned her head to watch the girl walk away, her hooves added waves in the water. Zydien called her horse who grazed by the cottage, she mounted up without a word.
"You know where I can be found, Zealous Zydien,"She called after her, her voice nearly silenced by the beating of the rain upon the river.
"I hope I forget!" Zydien snapped, her robes were drenched, her hair wet upon her forehead.
"Have you ever felt love before, priestess?" Scai yelled, staring into Zydien's eyes, a window into the soul of a world worn girl.
She stared icily at the deathknight and slapped the reins; her palomino reared up in protest then galloped off to the north. Lightning crashed to the ground a few hundred yards away, and Scai felt the thunder of it inside her chest. She sat contentedly, eyes closed, intrigued by her encounter with the girl. Amusement filled her mind as she thought of the emotions some of these humans' possess, especially those of that human. 'Unique..' Scai thought as she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Her tongue outstretched against her bottom lip, catching a bit of the rain...
Early morning sun broke through the smog and into the windows of the priestess's home. She groggily met the light with dread.
"Another day..."She sighed; her bloodshot eyes were evidence of her falling tears from the night before.
It had been a fortnight since the day she encountered the strange being that kissed her by the shore of Devil's Landing. Not a thought of the draenei had entered her mind save for when she slept. Her nights were filled with fitful dreams of far more lustful endeavors than what had occurred in the prescience of the deathknight. She turned in bed and pulled her thin covers over her lips. Her heart felt heavy, and her head pounded. Her slim fingers held her temples, massaging with hopes that the pain would diminish. She glanced at the small table beside her cot, the empty bottle of pinot noir sat upon it. The circles under her eyes had only darkened, her lips had become pallid. She sat up, her hand covering her forehead then sliding back to calm her tangled locks. Dreary thoughts plagued her as she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and laid her cheek upon them. Emerald eyes began to water and another small tear slid down her cheek.
She groggily pushed her legs from beneath the sheet and stood. Her robes and other pieces of armor sat in a clumsy manor, evidence of her drunken movements from last eve. Her hands moved over her robe, smoothing out the wrinkles, then slid it over her head. After equipping what she owned, she grabbed an apple from her kitchen table and took a bite. The grainy, almost rotten texture made her stomach heave, she quickly ran outside, emptying her stomach onto the cobblestone. No passerbys witnessed this, but Zydien would not have cared. Coughing erupted from her small frame when the usual smog entered her lungs.
More tears streamed down her face as she pulled the knot she had made to keep her horse stabled near her home. The saddle was hard beneath her arse, and she clicked her tongue at her steed. The armored palomino trotted out of the Dwarven District and toward the cathedral's square.
The wind hit her skin, waking up her senses. She smelled the cleaner air outside the dwarven section of Stormwind, but still coughed hard into her hand. She angrily fought back more tears, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve. The entrance to the cathedral square was before her, her horse slowing down to a calm walk. At that moment, she heard the bell toll for an arrival on the docks. She halted her mount, and sat a moment in absent thought.
She thought of the last time she laughed, the last time she truly felt happiness envelop her soul, and the last time the air was fit to breathe.
'I..I want that purity back, I want that feeling again..'Zydien thought, 'but I have not found it here, all this time I have spent here as an assistant, a trainee…a toy'.
The reins in her hands pulled in the direction of the harbor.
'But this place is my home! I belong here, this is the only human city left, I was born to live here. I only have my abilities and power due to the guidance of the High Priestess and all the others inside the Cathedral of Light…I have to repay them, I must serve them in return..'
Her horse walked forward still, the sounds of the dock grew louder.
'I…have responsibilities to this land…I cannot leave it…What am I doing! I'll be late if I do not turn back.'
But her mind became empty, the thoughts of escape erupted in her.
The reigns slapped rapidly against the horse's neck, shocking it into a gallop. Her lips began to turn into a grin when thoughts of escaping this place overtook her mind. Leaving it all behind seemed like the perfect idea.
The hooves of the horse clicked loudly on the stone, soon the pathway opened up to the harbor, the rough voices of laborers were heard, and seagulls flew rampantly through the air, crying to the heavens. Travelers ran by her, from gnome warlocks upon dwarven rams to human paladins riding Mekgineer's Choppers. The water rushed and waved as boats crossed through the bay, Zydien scanned the docks, looking for a boat that was to quickly depart. Another bell toll was heard, Zydien peered off into the distance at a Darnassian boat, and she quickly rode down the ramp and jumped the stairs, arriving at the dock. Before her was The Bravery, a grand sailboat, ready to venture the seas to Darkshore.
As a girl, Zydien traveled with her uncle to distant places, the night elf city was one of her favorite excursions. It had been so long since she had visited him or her aunt, who she believed to still be in Darnassus. Letters were not sent to Zydien for some time, however she held hope that they were still in residence there. As a hunter, her uncle was always a bit restless and found new things to encounter in the wildernesses of Azeroth. Zydien was curious of the stories he could tell her and she missed her dearest free-spirited aunt. Her heart fluttered with the thought of adventure, and she jumped aboard the boat, moments before it set sail.
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