Thanks again for the reviews Kazuha-sama! I love that you enjoy my story :) Scai's point of view is very fun to write, though I do love Zydien. They are both characters on WoW, Scai is my boyfriend's character (he says he would rather stare at a woman's ass then a fat male draenei's, go fig!) and Zydien is my priestess of course :) And all you other readers! If you refuse to review you should add me to an update list in the least, come on! Tehee
Zydien's screams had forced Trianna to move the human far off in the reaches of the Tradesmen's Terrace in the back of Anadyia's robe shop. Saenorin was still searching and the hunter had left to fetch a few herbs for the distressed human.
"I'm so sorry for all of this," Trianna cried over Zydien's squeals," I can always move her elsewhere!"
"It is the least I could do for the two of you, Trianna," Anadyia replied, placing a cool cloth on Zydien's forehead.
"But she is terrifying your customers!" the night elf held the priestess's hands down upon the cot.
"I do not see... that many traders as of late, sister," Anadyia smiled sweetly but weariness was obvious on her face.
Zydien began to quiet save for a few moans and lay down without much movement. The two elves sighed; Anadyia pulled the curtain aside to enter her living quarters. Trianna attempted to follow but her eyes remained on her beloved niece. Anadyia laid her hand on her friend's shoulder and clenched it softly.
"It cannot last forever, dear sister," the rogue spoke softly, attempting to sooth the worry stricken elf.
"And what if it does? What shall I do?...Should I kill her, Anadyia? If I were to be fraught with such terror in unending nightmares, causing my loved ones such turmoil, I would not wish to live!" Trianna cried out, her hands rushing to her stinging eyes.
Her words shocked the rogue, but she still drew Trianna into a tight hug. The druid was reluctant to feel any comfort but soon found her arms wrapped around Anadyia's neck, tears dotting the rogue's tunic.
Moments passed before the two separated. Anadyia's hand cusped Trianna's tear stained cheek and she looked into the elf's blood shot eyes.
"Before long, this spell will raise itself from her mind, and all will be well again," She spoke softly with hope.
"I hope you are right." Trianna sighed, but her eyes shifted from the rogue to the wide porch in front of the shop.
Scai had returned, and the elves sensed her irritation before the deathknight could speak a word. The three talked of the high priestesses claims that Zydien was without hope of returning to her former self.
"But what will she be now? Possessed by some evil force?" Anadyia asked, alarmed.
"She did not tell me of who she would be, only that the sinister portion of her soul was now dominant because of the encounter in the forest," Scai spoke heatedly, leaned back in a wooden chair.
"How? This…this doesn't make sense to me," Trianna cried, "She must wake from this nightmare, she has been screaming in agony for weeks now!"
"She said we had to wait for her to awaken," the deathknight sighed, "otherwise, we are left with caring for her."
"Caring for an empty shell," Trianna spoke angrily, her fists clenched, "I want my niece back! All that miserable priestess said was for us to wait! Damn her!"
"I'll drink to that," Scai grunted, standing, "I came all that way to see the blasted human, going through such tedious encounters, only to be told my prescience was …worthless."
"While it is …regrettable she could not help us any further," Anadyia spoke softly, "At the least we have an idea of who Zydien could be now, or what we should expect."
"Aye, we are to expect a demon." Scai growled as she paced toward the archway.
The two elves watched as Scai left them alone, sitting at the table inside the Robe shop. The deathknight whistled sharply for her steed, mounted up, and trotted past the Tradesmen's Terrace.
"What if she is right, Anadyia?" Trianna whispered, her voice quivering.
"Worry not about what could be, but worry of what is." The rogue answered, grasping Trianna's hand from across the table.
"I try, I do, but I am frightened." Her weary eyes were dim, her exhaustion finally reaching her after the past weeks of unrest.
"Lie down, sister," Anadyia led Trianna to a makeshift cot the rogue had been sleeping in whilst Zydien had taken her bed, "I will take care of your niece, rest now."
The elleth could do little to protest as her aching body finally had a chance to rest on the silken sheets. Soon her quiet breathing could be heard and the rogue paced to the curtained off room. Her calloused hand shifted the curtain aside, and she stared at the human.
"You are certainly loved, Zydien."
The human priestess had somewhat grown accustomed to her prison, however, her shadow continued to harass her while she floated in the darkness. Though never showing itself, Zydien could always hear her speaking inside her mind. Often times the abyssal prison seemed to erase her memories. Just how long had she been there?
"Years, it must be." The shadow sighed, "Why don't you just wake up already! Different scenery would be nice, and I'm so sick of your company."
"Oh, do forgive me for being such a bore!" Zydien snapped, lying on her back in the watery dark matter, "And I wish I could! Anything could be better than this monotony."
"Then what is stopping you?" it asked.
"How do I escape then!" the priestess cried, "You spoke of your power, now show me! Show me what you're capable of, because I have seen nothing to prove this claim!"
At that moment, Zydien began to sink. She turned around sharply, her eyes only seeing darkness. Her body continued to dwindle down, and soon it was a sudden pull. The strength of a riptide was drawing her down, deeper and deeper into the abyss. Her screams were silent as it sucked her downward, her hair flailing about her face. The sound of her screams slowly began to become audible, garbled at first but then loud, so loud.
The darkness was suddenly replaced by the ceiling of an unknown house. Zydien sat up sharply, alarmed at this unfamiliar place. Her panicked eyes shot around the room, and she tossed the sheet from her legs. The human nearly fell when her feet hit the floor because her legs were so weak. The room was only lit with one candle, her eyes laid upon long azure curtains that seemed to block her bed from the rest of the house. Her legs buckled, and she landed upon the bed with a grunt. Her emerald eyes shot to the curtains when she heard a creak from just beyond them. Her body tensed- breathing halted and her heart thudded in her ears. Her hands dug into the sheets, searching everywhere for a weapon and took a clay bowl into her hands. Air burned her throat as she held it over her head, ready to toss it at her potential attacker.
A shadow appeared against the azure curtains, the outline of some unknown form looming closer. It grew in size, and a sudden sharp giggle was heard inside her mind, causing her to clutch her ears and cry out. The bowl crashed to the floor as the shadow evaporated.
"What was that?" a familiar voice spoke in the distance.
Mumbles were heard before another voice sighed, "No..No, I'll go."
Another shadow appeared on the curtain before it was pulled aside. Scai's face shown that of surprise and Zydien smiled with relief.
" Zydien!" the deathknight gasped, pacing quickly to the human.
"Well, I'm thinking' I should have hired you that night at the tavern, Scai the Hallowed," the priestess laughed bitterly as the deathknight took the girls face in her hands.
"Even I couldn't protect your arse from all the evil you seem to attract," she laughed softly as she traced her thumb over Zydien's lower lip.
"-hat happened?" Trianna erupted from the curtain, her eyes consumed with panic, but she gasped in surprise.
"Glad you could finally open your eyes, dear child!" she cried, "I was so worried!"
Scai's hand dropped from Zydien's face and she stood. Trianna rushed to the human and swept her briskly into her arms. The deathknight left the two alone; she was not one to enjoy being involved in family moments.
"I can't imagine what it has been like for you," Zydien's voice had an edge of guilt, "I was at fault, Trianna."
"Tis untrue!" The elf scolded, her eyes meeting the girls, "You speak as if you requested to be put to death!"
"I hardly remember a thing," Zydien spoke softly, her mind hazy, "All I can recall is the vicious onslaught of nightmarish beasts and then Scai suddenly arriving."
"I regret…that she did not save you from the pain you suffered..." Trianna spoke softly, but attempted to change her mood, "...So you know this deathknight well then?"
"I met her many weeks ago, before I came here to Darnassus," Zydien answered, "…How did you know to call upon her to seek me out?"
"But I didn't," Trianna answered with confusion, "She suddenly arrived with her dwarf friend, they claimed to be hired hands."
"She didn't tell you that she knew me?" Zydien asked as her brow knitted together.
"No, nothing like that," the elf spoke with curiosity, "Saenorin only told them how to identify you and they were gone."
"I see.." the human said softly, a thoughtful expression upon her face when suddenly her stomach growled menacingly.
"Ha!" Trianna giggled, "Perhaps I should feed you!"
Scai had sat at the table inside the shop, unintentionally listening to their excited conversation. However, her temper lit when she heard the elf speak of her failure to protect the girl. Her chair screeched as it was suddenly pushed back in her frustration. Hooves slapped the wood floor as she paced out of the shop. Anadyia looked at Scai questioningly as the rogue was about to come inside with her freshly picked herbs.
"She's awake." Scai stated flatly, continuing her path away from the shop.
Zydien had spent the next few days attempting to strengthen her muscles and spent much of that time with Scai. The deathknight continuously forced the human to duel her, however much of it was simple maneuvers to avoid straining Zydien's mending arm. Little could be done before the human had to rest yet again. Trianna returned to her home to revive her aching body while the deathknight agreed to watch over Zydien for a short time.
"Zydien," Scai caught her attention from the forest outside her balcony, "Trianna has…told me you must have a bath."
" ..But she always joins me," Zydien spoke slowly, "Why will she not this day?"
"She is resting, girl," Scai growled, tossing a blue bathing robe at her," Trianna took care of your arse for seven long weeks; you should at least give her some time to relax."
"Yes…," Zydien's eyes fell to the blue robe, "Then who will go with me? I'll drown."
"I'm going," Scai huffed, crossing her arms, "Now get dressed. I will be back to get you in a moment."
Zydien was left alone to change, but her mind raced while she slowly stood from the bed. Her legs quivered as she slowly crossed the room to the standing shade she could change behind. Her memories rushed to her of all the nights she dreamed of Scai's warm body gliding against hers. The blood in her cheeks rushed to the surface as her body heat spiked at the thoughts rushing through her head.
"Whore."
The girl gasped and swiftly twisted around, but she quickly recognized the voice. She landed hard on the ground as her ankle buckled from her panicked movements. Fear filled her veins as she tossed her head, searching for the shadow. After a few tense moments, she didn't catch sight of anything and she thought for a moment she had simply imagined it. Leery of the shadow, she feebly stood as quick as she could and slipped on the robe, hoping Scai would return soon.
"Are you dressed, priestess?" Scai's voice was heard from down the ramp and outside.
"Yes!" she called, walking slowly towards her from the second floor.
The deathknight's accustomed plate armor was replaced by a loosely tied black robe, and her mid length indigo hair fell to her shoulders. Scai held a basket full of cloths, bandages, and vials of oils in her hands. Zydien blushed slightly as she noticed the draenei's hips had a dramatic sensual curve. The curve of her breasts could be seen in the deep v-shape in the robe.
"Can you walk?" Scai asked, her hand resting on her hip.
"I believe so." She replied, joining the deathknight as they walked toward the spring.
"Tell me if your legs become weak, Zydien," Scai spoke blankly, her face never turning to the girl.
Zydien nodded as her chin bent downward, and her eyes watched the ground pass slowly beneath her. However, her eyes paced pack and forth from Scai, expecting some sort of reaction from the deathknight. But there was none, though Zydien's thoughts had led her to believe that Scai would make an advance on her. The two walked in silence toward the pond, passing through the Craftsmen's Terrace. Zydien sighed, causing the Draenei to peer at her from the corner of her eye.
"Are you alright?" the draenei asked, never slowing her pace.
"Oh..yes..yes, I am fine." Zydien nodded, "You seem…different today."
"Different, you say?" Scai asked, her eyebrow rose in question.
"As if your thoughts are distracting you." The human spoke swiftly, attempting to keep Scai's pace but her legs began to ache.
"I am no different than I am each day, priestess," She answered blandly, still paying little attention to the girl.
"I see." Zydien sighed, wringing her hands together.
"You seem ill at ease yourself," Scai laughed without humor, "Something troubling you?"
"Nothing at all." Zydien's eyes had grown wide, turning her scarlet cheeks from the deathknight's sight.
Scai grinned while she still stared ahead. She was more than aware at the human's nervous unease and the thoughts that most likely flowed through her mind. However, she scolded herself to allow such delight in the girl's emotions. She had decided their relationship should not change. It was best. Soon the pond arose from between the trees and they stood by the shore.
"I need to rest a moment." Zydien said as she sat down upon the grass close to the shore.
"Will I have to drag you into the water?" Scai laughed, placing the basket upon the ground.
"You might." The girl mumbled under her breath, but at that moment Scai wrapped her arms around Zydien and pulled her up from the earth.
"I can arrange it," the deathknight smiled wickedly, walking toward the water's edge.
"No! No don't toss me in! I'll drown!" Zydien cried, attempting to writhe from Scai's grasp.
"As if I would throw you into the pond while you were injured," she snorted, "Though I might if you were in good health."
"How comforting!" the girl cried out sarcastically, but she realized how close she was to Scai's warm body.
The draenei sat the human down in front of her, the water standing around their ankles. Scai's hands snaked around the girl's waist and untied Zydien's robe. The human's lips opened swiftly to object but she closed them just as quickly when she felt Scai's fingers dance up her back to slide the cloth from her shoulders. The deathknight caught the fabric before it could touch the water and tossed it beside the basket. Zydien didn't dare turn around but heard the rustling of cloth as Scai disrobed. Her cheeks burned hot in that short moment, wishing ever so much that she could jump into the icy water to hide her naked form.
"Are you able to stand?" Scai's voice was soft but Zydien could feel her warmth just inches away from her back.
"I..believe so." Zydien whispered, her arms wrapped around her breasts and her aching legs tensed.
Scai turned back and fetched a deep bowl from the basket. The deathknight bent forward and scooped up a basin of water, and without much warning she poured it over Zydien's head.
"OH!" the human cried, the water colder than she had thought, "such a shock!"
"Let us sit then," Scai spoke evenly, placing her hand on the small of the girl's back.
Zydien nodded and walked forward then dropped herself into the water. The rock was slick but rough against her backside, and her wet hair stuck to her skin. Zydien shivered as she sat a moment, waiting on Scai, but it was a few more seconds and the human turned around. Scai was retrieving oils from the basket; Zydien saw the full curvature of her arse and breasts while the deathknight leaned over. Her skin was a smooth aqua all over her taught, muscled body. The human girl quickly snapped back to attention and faced the forest ahead of her as she rubbed her lips together nervously. Her tongue flicked over her drying lips, and her heart raced as the water splashed from Scai's return.
A smooth cloth rubbed Zydien's back and lower, across her spine. The scent of the oil assaulted her senses, her skin tingling in a warm sensation as the smell of Telandra's Rose filled the air. The cloth moved across her back and shoulders in an unheard tempo, swishing from side to side in the water. Zydien sighed in content at the sensation, and the cloth moved forward to her side. The human giggled but she quickly stifled it as she felt Scai move closer. Out of the corner of Zydien's eye she could see that the deathknight sat with bent knees, reaching around the human. Her breasts moved as she did, edging ever so closer to the girl. The cloth moved forward, over her abdomen. Zydien's lips parted in anticipation as it advanced lower. However, it suddenly danced north, past the human's navel and over her crossed arms to her neck. It glided across her collar bone.
"Drop your arms." Scai's command was quiet but stern, and Zydien quickly followed her orders.
Scai's clothed hand flowed over Zydien's breasts slowly, and the human gasped as Scai's uncovered index finger grazed her tightly drawn nipples. However, the deathknight continued without a reaction from the girl's gasps and fiercely beating heart. Scai only grew closer and the cloth continued to dance over her breasts. Zydien could no longer control her breathing and her quick breaths caused her chest to rise and fall. The cloth halted, and then ventured south, down Zydien's body. It traced the outline of her hips and then over her left thigh, grazing over the patch of auburn hair, and over to her right thigh. Scai's chest finally touched Zydien's back and the human closed her eyes in delight. The warmth from the draenei's body caused her to seek closer contact with her skin. Scai grinned wide as Zydien leaned back, against her breasts. The deathknight's other hand laid slowly upon Zydien's left hip, and the girl's breathing intensified.
"Shh.." Scai whispered into Zydien's ear, and flicked her tongue over it.
Zydien gasped and her hand reached up and played with her left nipple while her other touched Scai's jaw. The cloth danced downward, rubbing slowly against her womanhood. Zydien turned her parted lips to Scai, who took them greedily. Her tongue ravaged Zydien's mouth as she dropped the cloth and placed her fingers against the girl's clit. Zydien parted her legs farther and moaned into the deathknight's mouth. Her fingers moved briskly, gliding up and down against her. Their kiss broke and Zydien gasped for air.
"Do you want me?" Scai asked, her voice a gasp, her eyes bore into the human's as her hand continued its movements, "Please, Zydien, tell me."
"I do, I want you, Scai," she moaned, and her lips were taken again, then Scai suckled softly upon the human's tongue.
One finger turned to two and Zydien's hand grasped her breast roughly, and the other still touching Scai's jaw. Scai's other hand glided downward, opening the girl's legs a bit more before she plunged her two fingers into Zydien's wetness. Zydien cried out and Scai bit her neck as the human's back arched against Scai's hand. Scai's other hand danced over the girl's clit as she continued to thrust her fingers deeper. The human's lips parted wide in a silent yell as her climax impacted her senses. Scai's hands slowed and then stopped, resting upon the girl's lower stomach. Zydien inhaled deeply as she lay back in the deathknight's arms. Scai's lips traced Zydien's high cheekbone before she laid a kiss on her temple.
"And you wanted to run from me." Scai snorted as Zydien's breath slowly returned to her.
"That I did," she whispered, her lips were full and flushing red from Scai's kisses.
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