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Arravien Anderton09/03/2019
The morning was already hot. He had grown used to the sweltering heat the Darkspear enjoyed in their muggy jungles and islands but he still disliked it. And out in the barrens red land of Durotar the thin layer of moss that protected his skin was always in danger of drying out and turning brittle. It was a constant battle to keep himself groomed out here and not just his hair and warpaints. In the northern lands of the Eastern Kingdoms it was far easier for his kind to maintain themselves and not for the first time he sneered out at the small village of Sen'jin. The Darkspear had fled to this little place once Zalazan had pushed them out and Vol'jin had done next to nothing. Well except send a few children to take care of the dirty work. It had been his and Walmi's latest test to see which one was better. Of course they had been sent on the mission seperatly and without knowledge that the other had been assigned as well being told they were the best the village had to toss at the problem. Bunch of lying thevies these Darkspear are. They had realized what happened when Aja'it had discovered Walmi's footprint around the camp. He recognized it from years of being forced to chase after her position within the tribe. Best of her skills. Aja'it spit over the rail of the hut he was standing in. Walmi was there as well, lurking in a shadowy spot across the space from him. Ignoring him. She was angry that he had been sent to kill the traitor as well, and even angrier that he had 'gotten in her way.' she had it coming of course. And she used him to get what she wanted anyway. Her favorite ploy. Bait. It was a good plan he admitted to himself, but
 
 
 
[8:53 AM]then she always used him as bait. He wondered if she enjoyed watching Forest Troll blood spill so much that she did just for the enjoyment. Still it had worked and he had needed a few days to regenerate after Zalazan's hexes and magic. That's when the summons had been sent. Master Vornal, an old witch doctor with white hair and a cracking voice was who they were waiting on now. He had overseen much of his and Walmi's advanced training for some time now, along with Master Gadrin who had sent them both on that mission in secret.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/03/2019
Walmi remained quiet in her shadowy spot, her eyes settled on the entrance. Aja’it was here again, he seemed to always find some way of getting in her way. It was intentional, whether he was directed by the tribe or not. He must have taken great joy in being that annoyance. She was grown now, strong in her skills, he was not necessary. The only reasoning she could think of was a lack of trust. An abrupt snort could be heard from her noise as she stood there. Her arms were coiled around her middle as she remained there with her back to the wall, watching the interior of the hut intently. Every so often a hand would drift down to graze the hilt of a dagger hanging from her hip, as if checking to see they were both still there. Or perhaps the feel of them brought some memory of a previous kill. Her only hope Master Gadrin would come to his senses when he arrived and send Aja’it back to where he came from. The thought brought her gaze over to the forest troll for a brief moment and her eyes narrowed without her realizing it.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/03/2019
Aja'it looked up at her snort and gave her a curious look but refrained from giving into what was probably a demand for attention. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long. The two older trolls came down from the floor above. When they made their appearance Aja'it stayed leaning on the rail though he did pay them the courtesy of a salute. A closed fist over his heart. He may dislike the two leaders but he did have respect for them and what they taught him.aster Gadrin remained quiet while his counterpart and older companion stepped forward and motioned both trolls to stand before him. Aja'it complied though grudgingly. Standing upright he was taller than the two other trolls. He did not share the same shame that bent the backs of the Darkspear. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited. "Ya both be doin' well. T'anks ta ya da Darkspear can go back home in time. Zalazan is no more an soon his followers wit'im." It was Gadrin who spoke first. "Yes yes, dat be all well an good, but ya two be given us a big problem." The older of the two trolls shook his head as he eyes both of the younger ones. Aja'it remained relaxed. He did his job that was all he cared about. If the Darkspear had issues then what consern was it of his? The old troll continued without pause, "We were tasked ta find the best of the young ones ta send ta Orgrimmar. We trolls have a bond wit da Horde an it must be upheld. One of ya was gonna be sent, ta be used as da tip of da spear so ta speak." He paused for dramatic affect. This was not necessarily news to the two younger trolls. No one had outirgjt said it but trolls by nature are competitive and desire to be legends and the older generation encourages the mentality for their own ends. "An every time we put ya up against one another ya come out equals. Hardly a way ta pick a better between ya. An what's more ya make a good team." Aja'it
 
 
 
[4:17 PM]unfolded his arms and raised his brow. Equals? Team? The old troll was mad. Too many times from the cauldron. He hated Walmi and they were not equals. Not by a long shot. He was a Forest troll. He no doubt looked incredulous and the sneer had returned to his face but the old troll didn't seem to mind. Infact he was smiling looking between the two. Aja'it felt wrong, like he was in someone else's skin. He was not there to serve the Darkspear and be their representative to the orcs. He set his jaw. No he wouldn't do it. Especially if Walmi was supposed to be his partner in all this. Not happening.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/03/2019
Walmi moves forward at the beckoning, turning her attention from the other troll. Around her small tusks a smirk appeared on her lips, he was standing up straighter. It reminded her of a bear trying to appear bigger. She couldn’t keep her eyes from rolling at that thought just before she saluted the elder trolls. As she leaned forward the small flask that hung from her neck moved away from her skin and fell back against her as she straightened. Her brow furrowed at the words that were suddenly assaulting her. It was nonsense, she thought, it was impossible. She did hold a certain level of respect for them, and so she dialed back her outrage. “Does it make sense ya be puttin’ fat bond in the hands of dis...” she glanced over to Aja’it briefly before looking back to the elder trolls, “dis troll ‘ere?” Her head cocked to one side curiously. He was a forest troll, he couldn’t be trusted to represent the Darkspear, especially not as an equal. They made claims that they came out equal, she still believed she came out on top at nearly every turn. Perhaps they would have tied once or twice through their training. He was bait. It seemed to be a mockery of the entire tribe to attempt to parade him around in public as one of their own, troll or not, he wasn’t a Darkspear.
 Arravien Anderton09/03/2019
Aja'it ignored her ribbing. He was used to it. She was just like every other troll he had grown with. Always holding onto that Darkspear superiority. He watched the older trolls carefully for their next words. Perhaps they would change their mind and let him be shackled to the camp instead of with her and the Horde. His luck though, he knew he would not be allowed this. He silently called to Akil'darah to grant these two elders her wisdom and reaching sight. "Donn'be hasty now Walmi. Ya be fast, an ruthless an ya bring tha Loa many souls but Aja'it has a place 'ere as well. An, we not be given 'im dat honor alone." The old troll chuckled at the look on their faces. "Aja'it ya not be Darkspear by birth but ya been a boon ta this tribe since ya arrived." Aja'it scowled. Kidnapped would have been the appropriate word. "Togetha ya make whole ya weaknesses. From all we have seen fer years ya will make da Horde remember dat tha Darkspear are a strong asset and dat we honor their friendship. There's an orc at Orgrimmar dat be expectin ya. Time is short and ya leave by sundown. Ya ta never leave one another's sides an we be expectin' good words ta be sent from the people ya be servin." Aja'it couldn't hold his tongue any more, "Master Vornal ya can't be serious mon. I ain't no Darkspear an Walmi an I will rip one another apart." He gave her a look of deepest loathing. As far as he was concerned he considered this change of heart in their teachers to be all her fault. She was to be his jailor for the next year until he became an adult and he was free of the Darkspear and their insufferable high and mighty attitude.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/03/2019
She watched at the words she didn’t wish to hear moved past the older trolls tusks, “tch.” Was the only response she could get out at the thought of Aja’it representing the Darkspear. He wasn’t one of them, not by birth, not by any other means. While he had given her praise, he found a way to attempt to knock her down in the same breath. She wasn’t lacking anything in her opinion. This troll would just slow her down and be in the way. She exhibited an unnatural restraint as she let Aja’it speak. It took a great deal of effort on her part. Who was this orc they were to meet? Why did she have to take this one with her? She shifted her weight to one leg as she watched the elders, “What would ya have ol’ Walmi do when dis one falls in battle, eh?” There was a hopefulness to her tone. The gears in heard head began to turn. If he was dead, he couldn’t be in the way. It wouldn’t be too difficult to make it look like an accident, or perhaps a mistake on his part. Then, then she would be free of this burden that was just placed upon her.
 Arravien Anderton09/03/2019
Aja'it turned his head to look at her, his amber eyes flashing with anger. He half turned, his bare foot sliding over the wood. "Ahh, an ya would be takin' great pleasure in makin' it look like an accident eh? Ya don'frighten me little girl." He looked to the two leaders for a moment and felt bile rise in his throat. "But da ordar be given." He stared her down, challenging her with an unbreakable glare. He hated everything about what he was hearing. "Ya be makin' me follow ya footsepts since we were eight, ya know ya be missin me shadow," He turned his glare into a smirk and raised his chin up, his thick tusks gleaming in the light. Master Vornal tutted and shook his head, his tall white braid waiving slightly, "If he dies in battal ya honor him as onea our own Walmi. He may be Forest Troll, but he is still Troll ya be understandin me? Above all else rememba ya both troll, ya both servants ta da Loa an fer now ta da Darkspear." This last bit was directed at Aja'it who rolled his shoulders before settling again. And there it was. The thing no one ever talked about. His captivity. The two masters glanced at one another before Master Gadrin said, "The orc ya be looking for is Denorik. Give him this." He held up a small voodoo doll made of straw and colored stones making the face and jewelry. It gave off a sinister feel but Aja'it took it anyway before Walmi could get her grubby thieving paws on it. He looked it over before dropping it in a pouch that was little more than a tiny fishnet with a leather collar leaving the doll easily visible. "Now get outa here. We'll be keepin an eye on ya from afar. Consider dis a last trainin exercise before ya earn ya place."The two trolls saluted in unison and gave the customary chant of "Darkspear nevah die." clearly expecting the same in return which after a few moments hesitation Aja'it simply nodded. He had never once given the response back. As far as he was concerned the Darkspear could rot.(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott09/03/2019
She turned to face him and squared her shoulders with his own, “Dat’s cause I’m not tryin’ ta frighten’ ya, mon.” She narrowed her eyes as she continued to look at him, “Dat might be changin’ dough.” She smiled around her tusks, rather liking the idea of his challenge. At the mention of missing his shadow couldn’t help but roll her eyes. As if that premise was just dismissible. How would she miss some tree troll? Psh! She couldn’t argue with the order being given, however, it was an order she was bound to follow. At least for now. She turned back to the leaders after the exchange and nodded as she listened to the instruction regarding the orc. Walmi’s hand reached out for the doll but Aja’it snatched it before she could. She snorted at that. Fine. Let him be a beast of burden, then. Last training exercise? Now that sounded promising. Finally, her training was coming to an end, even if it was still beside that horrible troll. She returned the salute, “Darkspear nevah die.” She offered the elders a forced smile before turning on her heels and making for the exit, “C’mon tree dweller. Sooner we leave, da sooner we get dere.” She didn’t look over her shoulder to see if he was following, she expected him to be there somehow.
 Arravien Anderton09/03/2019
Aja'it watched her leave and glanced back at the two leaders. There was something amiss about all of this. Their companions about the same age were tasked with bore hunting, gathering venom from scorpids, assisting orcs in Razor Hill. Yes it was a great honor but something nagged at him. Like they were being sent to a sacrificial alter of sorts. He touched the voodoo doll through the netting and frowned, putting the bad feeling down to the doll. At her words he snorted and stomped after her, making as much noise as he could because he knew it irritated her and her quiet toes. Tree dweller was a common enough phrase directed at him but he had learned long ago to use it like a shield. Yes he was a Forest Troll and they were better in just about every way to the Jungle Trolls. "I be ready ta go now." He didn't have anything to gather for the trip. It would take a few days to arrive at the orcish city, two if they moved quickly enough, and he had all the provisions he needed for such a trip on his person at all times. He looked her over from the side as he moved beside her and grunted. "I be watin' for ya at de crossroads ta Orgrimmar." He took a few more steps with her to see if she had objections to him going off alone when they were just told to stick together. Secretly he hoped that maybe he could flee her all together and start for the Eastern Kingdoms before the Darkspear were wise.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/03/2019
She waved a hand at his proclamation, “tut tut. Ya won’t be leavin’ me side. Ya heard what dey be sayin’.” She continued to walk on her way towards the road, crossing through the village. Noisy oaf and his foot stamping, he did it just to irk her. “Walmi got all she be needin’ fer dis too!” She spat out. Of course, she didn’t. Her things were kept in the hut she called gone, but she didn’t want him to see that as a sign of weakness. Besides, the trinkets and riches she had collected were boring now, and she needed new ones anyway. She continued to walk, casting a glance over to him on occasion. She would lean back as she walked, trying to spy the doll secured in his fish net pouch, “Wonder what exercise we got ta do dis time.” She cleared her throat rather noisily, “I mean, what me be bestin’ ya at again, mon.” A smirk found its way onto her lips as she looked forward again, rather enjoying ribbing him. It was like a hobby at this point. All these years and it never got old. One of the few things that didn’t.(edited)
 Arravien Anderton09/03/2019
He rolled his eyes at her words and followed her anyway to her little hut. He didn't have a place of his own. Nor unless you counted the little patch of dirt near one of the few trees around the village. He smirked a little at her correction. "Whatever it is I doubt it'll be so glorious as dey say. Doin'da Horde's dirty work cause da orcs be too weak ta do it demselves." He spit again which was rather a feat for a troll. Well I'm his case with how his risks grew. They were short and thick like most forest trolls, and bent in on one another so that the tips were only a few inches from touching and his right tusk was a bit shorter and curved more severely. "Dat be why dey be sendin' ya. Figure it be easy enough fer da likes of ya ta handle.* He chuckled at her. The constant teasing over the years had built him a thick skin and a lot of anger which he used to fire back. Walmi did it so often that it was basically how they talked. He couldnt remember a decent conversation with her that lasted more than a few lines without a jab being tossed in. Then again that was true for most Darkspear. He took a deep breath and let it though his nose slowly, seeking the calm of his loa. He had never gone on an extended trip with Walmi before, no longer than a few hours anyway and he was fairly sure he would need the guidance of his loa to let her survive the trip.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/03/2019
As they walked she shook her head at his words, "Dat right? Well, dey be sendin' ya too." She snickered to herself at that remark, though it wasn't very humorous she was still quite proud of it. She didn't stop at her hut, however, she kept moving past it waving a hand in its direction as they passed. She didn't need anything for the trip, she could make due. "But ya don' know what dey be plannin'. Could be some dat needs a different touch, eh? Da others are different. 'least we can be agreein' on dat much." She snorted at the thought of agreeing with him, on anything. As they reached the road she turned North, craning her neck a bit in an attempt to see further down the road. Blasted forest trolls think they're so great, if that's the case why was this one stuck with the Darkspear? No. Honored by bein' allowed to be among the Darkspear. That was more fitting for the superior tribe with an alien amongst their midst. "Eidder way, let's be doin' dis right an' bein' done with all dis trainin'. I be ready ta move onta bigger tings." She moved a hand to pat the dagger that hung from her hip, "Dere's gotta be more out dere den jus' dis, eh?"
 Arravien Anderton09/03/2019
He merely made a thoughtful sounds as she spoke about the others being different. She wasn't wrong. He continued to remain quiet, dealing with his own thoughts. He didn't share them with anyone out of principle and he had never been one to make companions during his time. The Darkspear children had been more inclined to follow the word of their parents which made him an outsider. He learned to process alone and quietly. Still her words about something more and bigger things pulled him from his musings about how he might be free of her in Orgrimmar. He had never considered her to be an unhappy sort. She always seemed to get whatever she wanted. The best cuts of meat, first pick of trainers and skills, the attention of every troll within eyesight. It came so easy to her that he assumed that she was content. "Der always be more." His thoughts turned of home. He had few memories about the place. He had been young when he was taken. He remembered the forest and trees though, and the teachings of his loa. His hand moved to the black feather that dangled from his right ear and then to a hex bag on his belt that held the small figures of each loa he worshiped. "Jus depends on what ya be lookin' for." He glanced at her as they started to move on the road and he picked up the pace into a steady hunter's jog that was easy to maintain over long distances but much faster than a walk. He assumed she would match his stride. The heat of the day was already starting to make itself known as the red stones and dirt of Durotar began to give off heat waves and burn the undersides of his feet. He missed grass.
[10:24 PM]There wasn't a bit of soft lush green grass anywhere on this cursed bit of land. The sun was blazing and he could feel his skin drying out by the moment. Or perhaps he only thought he could because he hated the land so much. He glanced at her and wondered for a moment if she was just as tired of the barren rock desert the Horde had bound itself to and that was what she was referring to when she talked about 'more'. Then he shrugged it off. Not like he cared. Was just a simple curiosity about the thoughts. The more he knew of her the easier it would be to slip away he thought.
September 4, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
She did in fact match his stride, comfortably. It wasn’t the first time they had to move at such a pace, and her legs had been built up enough through the years of training. “I’m lookin’ fer everythin’, mon.” Her lips formed a grin as best they could with her tusks being in the way. She had been the adventurous sort, though most of those thoughts she tried to keep to herself. The tribe cared little for it, there were scruples to consider. A bond with the horde to uphold. It wasn’t her desire. Curiosity. Now that was something she wanted most, to be done with the training and done with Aja’it so she could begin her actual life. It was, at least, what she imaged her life should be. There was a determination that hide behind her gaze, she would have what she wanted as she always did. Her wants just seemed to change over time. Perhaps she would trace to first home. Perhaps she would explore Kalimdor beyond the large Orc city. Perhaps she would decide to stay right where she was. She didn’t know. Right now, she had training to complete and a forest troll to rid herself of over the next year. “Be sure ta be behavin’ round dese orcs, ya hear? Ya be representin’ the Darkspear, can’t have the greenies thinkin’ we be soft. ‘Specially not dem.” She snorted through her run, it was a concern. As much as she wanted throw off the chains that came with the tribe and the bond with the horde, she didn’t wish to stain the name Darkspear in their eyes either.
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He gave her answer a furrowed brow. Everything was an aweful lot to be looking for and impossible to find. But he had to admit that of all the answered she could have given this one made the most sense with her personality. Of course she would be one seeking the whole world. She was insane. Likely she would go on to do incredible things that he would hear about from across the sea. He had a different goal in mind. Aja'it kept his steady pace up as she spoke about the orcs and laughed. It wasn't a terribly deep laugh because of the running but he couldn't help it. Her telling him to behave? Oh loa help him that was a good one. "I be representin me own tribe an de orcs can choke on der own tusks if ya ask me. De are weak an far te arrogant with hardly a claim ta victory in their bones ta be payin' any mind ta." He shook his head and looked over at her wondering what lecture she was about to give. They had never carried on a conversation this long before. She didn't even know what tribe he came.from. at least she never asked. Little Darkspear too wrapped up in their own worries.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
She let her eyes dart to either side of the road, looking for any potential threats should she have to make a quick escape and leave Aja’it to fend for himself. He would be able to, and it would’ve been an accident her scanning was interrupted by his words. “Dey be weak, but Dey be many. Can’t be Havin’ a war with ‘em right now. Maybe some day when da tribe be bigger.” She continued to love, keeping her steps in time with his. The hope was if her feet met ground at the same time, they wouldn’t sound like a pair. A predator may mistake them for one, and then they could spring the trap. Well, Aja’it could while she worked around behind them and moved in to end them. The thought brought a dark chuckle to her lips before she looked back over at him, “An’ ya be represtin’ yer tribe, but where dey bein’?” She couldn’t stop the smirk that was forming, “Seems yer stuck wit us fer a while, mon.”
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He shot her a dark look. Her words were true. He was stuck, and his tribe had not come for him in all the time he had been with the Darkspear. Sometimes he wondered if he was forgotten. A small child taken by a rival tribe. They probably thought he had been sacrificed to Hakkar or another loa. "Not very much longer." He snorted and picked up the pace. If he ran faster he could get to Orgrimmar and the zeplin faster. A nagging voice told him that was a bad plan and would end up cursing him for abandoning his honor but he ignored it. A path had opened for him and he would take it. He stayed quiet for a time, falling into a medative state as the sound of his feet hitting the dirt road in time with hers created a pounding rhythm not unlike a drum. They passed a few travelers, a swineherd, a merchant pulling a cat for Orgrimmar, some goblins dealing together. He ignored them all. Even Walmi. At least until he realized that he was painfully aware of her next to him. Interrupting his quiet with her breathing and the gingling of her attire. It was different than his own which rattled from all the bits and bobs he carried around with him. To distract himself he pulled his water skin from his belt and took a drink mid stride before tying it back to his belt. "Where ya think this Denorik is? It not be a name I recognize." Not that he knew many orc names other than the notables but he wanted to see if she knew information and just wasnt sharing. That would be like her the witch.

Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
“Long enough.” She rolled her eyes at him, she wanted to shake her head at the foolishness of wanting to leave a tribe like the Darkspear behind and return to join a weaker one. She didn’t shake her head, however, he increased his pace and she followed suit. One thing was for sure, she still had to keep him in sight. As much as she would have preferred to let him escape these bonds, the elders would surely blame her for it. Her attire was different, it was minimal and intentional. There were large gold hoops hanging from her ears, a pretty trinket she thought. At least for now, she knew she would bore of them in time. As she did with most things. Her armor, well, if it could be called such was crafted of a light leather allowing her the freedom of movement and silence her style required. There were spots left open, revealing peeks of her tinted flesh here and there. Around her left wrist was a thin leather cord, it had two steel rings which were used to secure it back on itself. Her waist had a belt which container a few crudely made leather pouches. No telling what she stored in them. The two daggers rested at her hips, the sheaths tied down to keep them from moving too much. “Didn’t ya listen ta da elders? He be in Orgimmar.” She snorted back at him, as if she knew any more than he did. They received the same instruction. Perhaps finding the orc was part of the test. Everything was a test, and she would pass them all. First. Her ears seemed to focus in on the noises of their movements, not the pounding of their feet or even their breathing. His attire. “Dem tings make a lot of noise, mon. How ya be plannin’ on sneakin’ up on anythin’?” She chuckled at that remark. He kept those trinkets with him always, none of them seemed to have any value. He was like a traveling goblin scrap heap, carrying things that he would never need or use for no apparent reason.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He grunted at her. Thankfully the exertion of keeping up the jog was making him sweat and the wind produced from theovement kept him cool and his mossy skin damp enough though the sun was brutal on his feet where they touched the baking stones. She was difficult to work with. Hardly a question with a good answer. Of course he was in Orgrimmar. He didn't let himself believe that she was stupid enough not to realize what he meant and concluded that she either didn't know or wasn't going to tell him. He had his leverage though. Burning the voodoo doll before they got there was always an option. He raised a brow at her as she pointed out his clothes. Well his collection more like. He wore simple leather shorts that exposed nearly all of his thick legs and a leather vest with bone tie buttons that were open down to his stomach. Wrist and glove protection of hard boiled leather and a simple shoulder guard on one side were his only armor pieces and they were marked heavily from fighting. From these clothes there were stitched a collection of feathers, bones, skins of small animals and reptiles, vials of liquid and pouches of ground up herbs, small totems and fetishes to various loa and bits of colorful stones and metal formed into hoops or images. He snorted at her. "I recall sneakin up on ya a time or two Walmi. An Don be complainin bout da noise wit ya loud mouth breathin." He had noticed she was breathing heavier than he was but then he had conditioned himself for running instead of sneaking and laying in wait. Berserker warriors in the Forest troll culture started training when they could walk and he hadn't stopped that training sense on top of the tasks the Darkspear set him. It was his way of dealing. "Besides I don need ta be sneakin up on anyting. Ya always let me be da bait meanin da more noise the more chance ya be gettin me killed which is what ya want, no?"
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
She snorted at him, as if some forest troll was going to best her. Besides, she was at a disadvantage with his longer legs. Yes. That was it. At a disadvantage and still keeping pace. He wasn’t so great as he thought. “Ya talk a lot fer bein’ bait.” There was a darkness in her words. He seemed to find a way to keep under her skin, then she remembered why. She had this burden thrown on her and it was unnecessary. She didn’t need him and could do just fine on her own, yet here he was, in her way again. She mulled over his words a bit longer, it was more difficult to talk through the exertion so the pause allowed her to regulate her breathing before continuing, “most of da time. Depends on me mood, don’ it?” That smirk formed, but only briefly as she needed to part her lips to breathe at this pace, especially being sustained for such a distance. She was far better at short bursts of speed rather than running for long distances. “What do ya think dis orc wants us ya do?” She couldn’t help it. Her curiosity was starting to get the better of her. If this was to be a final test of training, she wanted to know exactly what would be required of her. She didn’t ask earlier because the elders would not have told her and would most likely have scolded her for the question.
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He smirked but didn't look at her as he kept the speed where it was. Part of him relished the fact that he could wear her down if they continued like this. And if she was so tired that her legs cramped up on her then he could head out on his own. He knew the Raventusk were friendly to the Horde which meant he could find them more easily though as far as he knew they hadn't changed locations. Their long-standing fude with the dwarves wouldn't be ended so quickly. He would have to be careful though, she was smart and probably would consider it a point of her own pride if he were to escape the unseen shackles the elders had fitted him with. As the silence stretched on he considered his options carefully. He had stopped trying to escape sometime ago, years actually. They always caught him and he got smarter. Now though he was nearly alone. It was the closest he would be to fleeing and returning home. Perhaps he would even find some Amani on the way to aid him. Their anger towards humans and elves alike would be good fuel to use. The thoughts were interupted by her question and he shrugged. "Guess we will be findin out den." He had no idea what awaited him but that nagging feeling plagued him that this wasn't the usual training. He would need to seek his loa for guidance on the matter. They would show him the wisdom he was lacking. "At de very least we know dat de elders be sendin' us as a sacrifice."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
“Day might be why Dey wanted you to accompany me.” She smirked again, though she would not be a sacrifice, at least not a blood one. Unless whoever planned on doing it was able to bring her down, and her ego made sure to keep that thought far away. She was the best, by her own admission. They had put a solid distance between themselves and the village, they were on their own now. She was stuck with someone she despised, but was also somehow responsible for his return. She felt the burning in her legs as they continued to move toward the city. It would have been a good opportunity for him to attempt to escape, especially now with her beginning to tire. He would be more than willing to besmirch her honor too, just to spite her. “Remember dat Sal’sil?” She took a heavy breath, trying to keep her breathing as even as possible. “He was a prisoner of da Darkspear some time ago. When he tried eacapin’ dey cut off his hands an’ feet.” She paused for a long moment before continuing, “Let ‘em live like dat a long time ‘fore they sacrificed ‘em ta da loa.” Her eyes remained straight ahead as she spoke, taking breaks to catch her breath between phrases. It wasn’t an outright threat, it was just a conversation. Though her hope was to create just enough doubt in him to keep him from trying to embarrass her in front of the tribe. Without the run, she would’ve gone straight for a blade as a way to thwart the attempt. Now though, that wasn’t as much of an option and she believed he knew it. They trained together long enough for him to know some of her physical limitations as well as her strengths.
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He shook his head not missing the hidden threat. "I remember. Burned da stumps so sey wouldn't regenerate. Posion can do da same ting ya know." He nodded keeping his tone conversational even though he was pointing out that he knew she could keep him immobile with the right toxin. He took note of the strain in her tone. She was tiring. He could feel the burning in his own body from the effort but long training hours had it's benefits. They would be close to Razorhill in a bit. He could make out the hazy outline of the buildings through the heat waves. He would need to wait a while before he tried to escape. To early and she would catch up to him before he secured the zeplin across the sea. He needed to get her mind off his escape. "Ya know I bet da boys be missin ya already Walmi. Always had em round ya tusk like spider silk." He smirked at her. He had never found her appealing, not in any real way. The other males drooled over her. She was cunning, smart, strong, aggressive, and incredibly hard to catch. It made her the target of their affections and he assumed that she had many a rendezvous and a string of broken hearts and rumpled bed rolls. Not that he had been paying attention to her activities. Not like he was innocent of some of the same. After all he was a novelty for many Darkspear girls. A taste of something better. Still he had never flaunted it like Walmi did. His partners were entranced but didn't want anyone to know they were screwing the local Forest troll. "If we be havin a string a lovers followin ya it'll make much more noise den my trinkets."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
She didn’t comment on his remark about poison. She was well aware of those particular toxins; both their creation and use. His mention of them put her a little more at ease, he understood what she was threatening. That was enough for the moment. It would be a shame if she had to end him to prevent his escape. Accidents did happen fairly often. Her train of thought as interrupted as he went on about the boys. “Be soundin’ like dere’s some envy in yer tone dere.” She let out a breathily chuckle, it didn’t last long especially not at this pace. He had never mentioned anything around that part of her life. She just assumed he never paid it any attention, no more than she paid attention to his. Though she had heard those groans in the darkness coming from this hut or that. Weak women falling into bed with a forest troll, he was just a novelty. “If Dey be followin’ so be it.” She broke her gaze away from the horizon long enough to toss a quick glance at him, “Ya be worried dey make better bait den ya?” She snorted and looked straight ahead again, “Dem boys got dere use, everybody do.” A faint smirk appeared on her lips.
[12:49 PM]She thought back to those boys as he referred to them. It was true. She found herself in more than a couple bedrolls. Sated a physical desire, at least for them, rare was it she was satisfied. Her satisfaction came when they were snoring away and she helped herself to anything of value in the huts. It was a meager compensation for giving them such an honor she thought. Then she would grow bored and move onto another. She was too free to be pinned down by just one of them. She needed to be free to come and go as she pleased. Besides, none of them could best her. She blinked as she noticed her pace starting to lag. It was a result of the fatigue and the distraction of her thoughts. “Ever wonder what it be like wit a orc?” She had to dig in a bit to get back to running beside him. Walmi looked for distractions to keep her mind from the burning in her thighs, “Maybe day be yer test, Aja’it. Beddin’ one of dem orcs.”
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He listened to her, his eyes narrowing on the subject of envy. He wondered if perhaps she was right. In a way it could be true. She was admired where he was kept a shameful secret. Perhaps he was a bit envious. Not that it mattered because he wasn't envious of the other boys. He wanted no part of what she had to offer. What really bothered him was her comment on bait. He had grown used to being her bait. It was in a way a tool to get back at her. Like her kills were incomplete because she had used him to gain the end. Her words crawled under his skin without cause. He laughed at her orcish comments. "Well if dat be de case we'll be back ta de village by week's end. De orcish women be beggin fer a real challenge an de never had a challenge like a Forest troll. Ya wait an see Walmi." He knew more than his fair share of stories regarding the rape and in some cases the consent of trolls and orcs in the days of the original horde and beyond. It wasn't uncommon and he had no qualms in bedding an orcish woman for the night if that was the test. It wouldn't mean much of anything to him and no child would come of it. "If it not be required fer de trainin den ya never he finding me hands on one a dem. I be worth more den da orcs."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
A disgusted expression crossed her features, “I don’ wanna be seein’ dat! Latin’ wit some orc sweatin’ an’ stinkin’. No tanks.” Something crept into her mind in that moment. Something was not pleasant. She wasn’t sure what, but the thought of an orc’s blood on her hands was the image. Not for any sort of affectionate reason, but she couldn’t chance losing her bait. He made for good bait. It definitely made her tasks easier. Especially the looks he made before she moved in. The tiniest amount of worry of whether or not she would be there. He hid it, but she knew it had to be present no matter how brave he was. It would take too long to train new bait, she couldn’t risk losing this one unless it was her decision. That was it. Her brow furrowed, he didn’t get to decide not to be her bait. That was for her to choose or not to choose. One day better bait would come along, at least bait with less moss growing on his flesh. She snickered at her thoughts, thinking he was too much like the forest in that respect. He lacked the preferable peach fuzz that covered the jungle trolls to give them their color. The taller buildings were coming into view with less blur from the heat of the day. Razor Hill. It wasn’t too far now. “We should be stoppin’ up dere.” There were usually other trolls around that settlement and it could let her rest her muscles for a while without worrying about him trying to run for it. At least for a few moments. He was known enough among the Darkspear that they would see something amiss if he tried to leave alone. “Could be goin’ fer a drink. Bet dere’s plenty a Darkspear willin’ ya buy me one.” She smirked at that thought, she was quite proud of how she had been able to relieve other trolls of things. Especially coin. Especially males.
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He laughed at her outburst. "Now now who sounds like de be gettin jealous, hmm?" He smirked at her enjoying the teasing though also glad she had taken the change of subject. "Ya know ya be curious what da Forest Trolls have dat de Jungle trolls don't. What voodoo we been keepin secret from ya all des years. How we be far bettar lovers." He waggled his brow at her grinning past his thick tusks. He left her to her imagination then. What she might think about with those tidbits now in her mind. He hoped they would haunt her encounters from then on. Ruin what fun she could have. "Why stop in Razor Hill? Da day not yet be over an ders places ta sleep roadside in da canyon." He wanted to get moving. Waisting half the day in town was not the best idea. She would drink and then she would get comfortable with some poor sap and they would be there all night. Forgetting his trip across the sea it would make them late to meet their new master. "We don't have time ta be drinkin'." He honestly wouldn't mind a drink himself and perhaps he could find entertainment of his own. Some guard spent too long in the sun and borde with life. The possibility was there. He shook himself. He couldn't be distracted now. He tossed in his last card, "Don't be tellin me ya tired already? Thought ya could be bestin me at everyting yet a bit of a foot race gonna do ya in?" He tutted and ran a finger down his tusk which gleamed brightly in the sun.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
“I know what dey got. Diseases.” A smirk found its way onto her lips at that. He was being downright disgusting, the arms of an orc were possibly more appealing than a forest trolls. “Don’ be tryin’ ya tell me when dere’s time fer drinkin’. Dere’s always time fer dat.” She shook her head, clearly he didn’t want to stop, and she had an inkling that it had nothing to do with getting to their destination any sooner. It was making things a little clearer, her suspicions being realized. She snorted as he continued, “Tired? Tch.” She grumbled under her breath, she was getting tired, at least her muscles were. She reached a hand up to touch a finger against the vial that bounced against her chest. Well, there were other ways. “‘Sides, ya ever stop ya think tree trolls are good at runnin’ cause dat’s all dey can do!?” She turned her head to look over at him as her hand lowered back to keep we stride, “an’ I can beat ya at anyting. Ya be knowin’ dat.”
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
"Hoo hoo! Feisty!" He crowed at her quips. It was easy anymore eto turn the jabs people threw at him about his race into a joke. Joke was on them as far as he was concerned. he slowed the pace down to a slow trot and eventually to a walk as they neared the village. He had been a captive for 8 years what was nother day? It wouldn't be spent in her company anyway. Especially after her next comment. He forced the smile to remain on his face but his eyes danced with the growing rage. The usual Amber color flashed orangish red with the blood magic he could call on. His tone was light and playful still, "And do ya know why da Darkspear be so good at sittin round waitin fer der prey? Cause dats all de know!" He shook out his hands as they moved into the village and blinked a few times. His old training was to this day hard to control when it caught him off guard. Murdering her at the gates of Razor Hill would not end well for him. He quickly moved on without pause, "An I bet ya a drink dat by de end a da trainin mission I'll have three tings ya can't best me at." He gave her a smirking look. She was insufferable and a witch but at least she was entertaining. Slightly. "Havin a drink free a da elders will be good anyway. None a de orcs here know we ain't a age." His smirk pulled into a wicked grinn as he pushed past the guards and looked around the busy village. At near enough noon the town was sweltering, most taking shelter in buildings or shade. Except for the smithy of course which burned hot no matter the weather. He spotted two troll female guards and eyes them appraisingly. Perhaps one could be tempting.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
She was thankful to slow down to a wall, though her breaths were heavy it didn’t take long for her to start to recover. She looked at him for a moment at his comment about the Darkspear, “but it be a smart tactic. Savin’ yer energy fer da moment ya need it.” She took a deep breath as she looked over the village. Though she was fuming inside by his comment, she decided to bottle it for now. It was something she did often, storing up sources of anger to be unleashed on her target. “Tree tings, eh?” She chuckled at him and shook her head, “Jus’ a drink? Tch. Fine. But dat ain’t bound ta happen.” As they moved through the small village attentions were directed their way. Whether by the presence of a forest troll or Walmi. It was comforting in a way. More eyes on him would make it more difficult for him to attempt to disappear. “Tink Walmi be gettin’ a drink now.” She didn’t waste time directing her path toward the inn, “Ya be joinin’? Not supposed ya be leavin’ me side, if ya remember.” She smirked over at him, though she didn’t want to increase the time they spent together she didn’t trust him either.
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He ignored her assessment of the situation, his words. A weak defense given by people brainwashed into thinking the best course of action was to wait and see. It's what got Sen'jin killed. He snorted and looked around and decided to get a drink and take it out side once she was distracted. At least that way it could ward off some of her suspicions and he wouldn't need to be around so many prying eyes. "My memory ain't so weak as ya think Walmi." He started off for the inn, ignoring the looks tossed his way. Many of the orcs would easily remember the forest trolls from their campaigns on the Eastern Kingdoms. And the memories would be mixed no doubt. "Ya be worryin' bout yaself. I won't be wanderin' off right now. To far from da city eh?" He grinned at her and moved into the inn and right for the back where an older orc was standing behind a row of tables heavy with bottles and food.
He exchanged a friendly greeting with the orc, clearly he had been here on many occasions. Probably in the dead of night and in secret. The orc passed over a tall thin wooden glass filled with something clear and pungent smelling. He looked to Walmi while he stood aside. The tavern was not terribly busy as most were still out on business but a few patrons were there taking up the single tables and a few sleeping in hammocks and the like. Aja'it slipped the drink under his tusks and tipped it carefully. The nearly raw drink bit at his throat and belly.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
She rolled her eyes at his words, “Dat’s what ya would say if yer plans be ta run off.” She chuckled to herself, she wasn’t so naive as to trust a forest troll, especially one in captivity. As much as she would like to be assured he wouldn’t try to escape, she didn’t believe it for a moment. She entered the inn him and gave a glance around the common room to get a layout of the patrons. Once he was settled with a drink she requested one of her own, offering the orc an uncharacteristic friendly smile as she took the offered cup. Walmi didn’t notice Aja’it’s gaze as she was too preoccupied with scanning the room. She let her eyes fall on each patron and made a silent assessment. Every so often she would make a thoughtful sound before moving onto the next. This was a good idea, she thought. Plus, it gave her some reprieve from running in the hot sun. Finally, she broke her focus from the patrons to speak to the forest troll, “Dis place be preddy quiet, eh?” She still hadn’t taken a drink from the cup in her hand, but holding it made her feel better about the place somehow.
 Arravien Anderton09/04/2019
He gave her a raised brow and shrugged "Midday isn't usually high drinking time." It was quiet but it was a quiet village. The harsh desert didn't really lend itself to the orcs having a lot of down time. He moved over to a rug on the floor around a low table and squatted down with his back to her. He didn't expect her to join him but there wasn't much in the inn to occupy them both. The patrons were all orcs. Aja'it found himself borde almost right away. No females to chase, stuck with Walmi his jailor, and not moving towards their next goal. He took another drink of the strong drink and grumbled to himself. Her and her drinks. This had been an unnecessary stop. "More to choose from at night." He looked around eyeing some of the faces he recognized. He often snuck away to come here. It was a small form of freedom that was forbidden and even though he still had returned to Sen'jin village each Dawn he relished the simple act of rebellion. He glanced over his shoulder at her.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/04/2019
She heard his remark, but ignored it. Surely night time would have a more lively inn. She wasn’t looking for lively at the moment. She was looking for...that one. She saw an orc sitting off to a table in the corner alone. He seemed to be coated in a fair amount of grime which added a darker tint to his green flesh. Her hand moved to a pouch on her belt and quickly over the top of the wooden cup she was holding. A slight grin crossed her lips but she quickly forced it into a friendly smile again, uncharacteristic of her. She moved across the inn, being carried by slow, intentional steps, rather than her normal gait her feet seemed to land almost one in front of the other. The stride caused the movement of her hips to be a bit more exaggerated. As she approached the table she looked down at the orc who seemed to be occupied with whatever was in the bag he was digging through on the table. She wanted to know what was in that bag too. “Judgin’ by yer appearance, Walmi’d say ya could use a drink, eh?” She smiled and placed the cup on the table beside his bag before helping herself to the seat opposite him. The orc was startled by the sudden voice and quickly pulled the bag closer, protectively with a grunt. She leaned forward and rested her arms on the table shaking her head with a smile, “Don’ ya be worryin’. Whatever is in dat bag be safe ‘round me.” She chuckled lightly and shook her head, “Me bein’ jus’ a lonely troll lookin’ fer someone ta talk ta.” The orc seemed to ease his grip on the bag slightly, somewhat relieved by her words but not entirely. He was still tense. Something she noticed by the visible tension in his forearms.
[11:58 PM]The man reached for the cup and brought it to his nose for a heavy sniff. He grunted as it seemed to smell like the usual rot gut served at the inn. He took a small drink and set it aside, “Thank you.” Walmi sat back in her chair slightly and looked him over carefully. She waved a dismissive hand in the air, “Nothin’ to it. Always happy ta be givin’ a drink ta a local warrior. It be a custom among me people.” The man had a brief look of embarrassment cross his features. He was no warrior, at least not a great one. In fact, he had no weapons to speak of aside from the pick axe that leaned against the wall behind him. “I’m..well, yeah. I appreciate it. Pretty used to that kind of treatment, really.” He nodded with a grunt and took another drink. Walmi’s eyes remained on his face, leaning forward slightly when he spoke. She seemed to be hanging on his every word, “an’ what be bringin’ ya ya Razor Hill? Waitin’ fer yer next battle? Me be bettin’ ya been in plenty.” The orc glanced around for a moment, still unsure if she was addressing him. It was a strange thing, to be given this sort of attention from a stranger. It brought a warmth through him and be smacked his lips, “Dat’s right. Just waitin’. Headin’ to the Eastern Kingdoms. Got some humans ya deal with.” She listened quietly, letting him finish speaking before responding. If Aja’it were paying attention, it would’ve been an entirely different way of her going about things. Whatever things she was going after that is.
September 5, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/05/2019
Aja'it watched the display with an uncaring air. Noting how she marked her target, the way she walked and fed into the orc's cultural weaknesses. It was rather well done he had to admit though he felt a burning in his belly that had little to do with his strong drink. She was flirting with an orc after all the flack she had given him about such things. It made him narrow his eyes. Then he got an idea. Grinning wickedly to himself he downed most of the rest of his drink, leaving a small trickle at the bottom and then stood. He made to stager a bit and look around the area stupidly. In his mind what he was about to do not only ruined her fun but would help sell the act. He swayed over to their table and put a hand on her shoulder from the side so that his face was an easy target for the orc. "Der ya be Walmi. Ya left me ta drink alone. Why don't ya come back an sssit wit me? Ya know ya been dyin ta try me out. All de other girlss can tell ya I be better den some orc." He drew out his words as if he were very drunk and let his eye lids lower a touch to mimic someone that has had way to much but was still trying to get it up. He waived his cup in the direction of the grubby orc, his trickle of drink splashing him as he ran a big finger down the side of her neck. This would draw the other male's eyes to what Walmi had to offer as well as cause her to look rather uncomfortable. To show that he was trying to assist he brought his other hand up and ran a finger along his tusk which masked his face enough for a wink in her direction. He hoped that the other male would feel not only
[5:47 AM]as if his turff had been invaded but the primal instinct of having a, what he was sure the orc thought of as a pretty girl, receiving unwelcome advances would take the usual male rout and warn Aja'it to stay away and then when he would inevitably refuse the orc would stake his claim by laying a warrior's punch in his chin. If Walmi wanted sex she could have it then but he guessed that the bag was the prize and the punching would either give enough distraction or lull the orc further into trusting her. It was a good enough addition to her plan and it stole credit from her which was the whole point of his involvement.

Jocelyn Prescott09/05/2019
As Aja’it approached, she didn’t have to do much acting to look uncomfortable at his touches. Touched by a nasty forest troll. Disgusting. She leaned away from him as best she could, though she imagined the movement made her appear more like a defenseless victim to the troll’s advances, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Here he was getting in her way again, every time. He got in the way. The orc, however, took the bait. Between the humiliation of having the drink splashed on him and the advances on what he suddenly considered to be his company. He drew his arm back and let it fly in a solid punch to Aja’it’s jaw. It was not the strongest of punches from an orc, the man was no true warrior. Plus, there was a weakness in his muscles that wouldn’t have otherwise been present. Wambi watched the exchange between the two of them. In the scuffle, the orcs hands were no longer on his precious bag, which had been her goal all along. She had no intention of sleeping with an orc, though she did want what was in that bag. If that’s what it took to get it, then so be it. There may have been a brief look of joy that crossed her face as Aja’it was punched. She couldn’t deny she did like seeing him harmed at times. This time, the way his neck clenched, the saliva that left his lips from the force. It was no dagger between the ribs, but it was still a welcomed sight.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/05/2019
Aja'it staggered against the punch. It stung as his cheek was cut against the tusk in his jaw butost of it was acting. He glared at the orc and spit blood at the floor. Well what blood there was. He was already healing. He rushed at the orc and pushed his shoulders with both hands to shove him away but left ample room and time for the other male to toss punches both at his exposed belly and underarms which in a true scuffle could put him down and gasping for breath. "Ay mon, der no need ta be fighting. Jus tryin ta get day voodoo on ya know?" He grinned at the orc then, switching moods from confrontation to companionable drunkenness. He hoped that the shove slightly away from the table would be enough time for her to get what she was after. Aja'it patted the orc's dirty face and waved over the barkeep for a round. "Don't ya be mindin me friend. There's a guard out der dats got me name on her." He laughed and would start to make is way out the door hopefully with no more trouble. He gave Walmi a pathetic look like his feelings had been hurt to sell the ploy. He would need to scrub his eyes with soap later for the simpering look. It made him feel sick but the look on her face was worth it. Ruining her plans was always worth it. She got so riled any time someone stepped in and in his opinion none of the others their age had the stones for it. She wasn't so intimidating as all that. He moved out of the tavern and into the bright light where he quickly straightened up and moved over across the road. There was a tree that grew next to the barracks that he waisted no time in climbing. He would wait for her there, out of sight and happily laying on one of the branches. He grinned to himself, rather pleased with his success. The cut on the inside of his mouth was gone though he ran his tongue over it to be sure. He had expected more fight from the orc but he guessed that whatever Walmi was up to she had somehow gotten a posion into that one's system.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/05/2019
The orc stumbled backwards at the shove and let out a roar as if he was suddenly ready to dig in and start trading blows. He would have if he wasn’t so tired. The pause in motion while Aja’it was going on about his voodoo was welcomed as it gave the green skinned man a few moments to think. While the attention was elsewhere, Walmi went to work. Her hands were quick as she inspected the bag, giving it a quick physical inspection with one hand dig inside. She decided what she wanted by feel along. Most of it was rocks, nuggets, she couldn’t tell if they were simple stones or ore. It didn’t matter, her fingers found something smooth and circular which she extracted and made vanish on her person before returning the bag to its original position with the flap closed. She had finished her shopping just in time to see Aja’it’s was pathetic look which brought a fire to her eyes. He had gotten in the way again, she needed to be free of him of that she was certain. Once the forest troll left, the orc watched his back for a moment before moving to return to his seat at the table. Walmi made the quick transition back to her friendly demeanor, “Are ya alright dere?” She offered him a smile around her smaller tusks. The orc nodded slowly to her words, “Yeah. Just men stuff.” He snorted and started to inspect his bag again. This was it. This was the moment she had been working to create. She felt that familiar rush start to rise up in her. She had taken something from him right from under this stranger’s nose, and she had remained there to see if he would notice. That thrill is what drove her to do most things of this nature. He may discover it, he may try to kill her. For that she was ready as one hand below the table rested on the hilt of one of her daggers. “I won’t ever be understandin’ dat.” She chuckled lightly, there was a sudden glaze to her eyes, as if she derived some sort of pleasure from this moment.
[5:03 PM]The orc snorted again and began to dig around inside with one hand, the other hand was busy rubbing at his eye, trying to correct the blurriness that seemed to come from now where. “Wouldn’t expect ya to.” He grumbled, glancing in her direction for a peak at her form though he felt strange. He felt a tingle creeping up his limbs and his head felt much heavier. Her breathing was a bit quicker as she watched him, he had to be close to realizing whatever she took wasn’t there. Her tongue moved out to wet her lips as she watched him, “Ya be stayin’ in Razor Hill long, mon?” He grunted again in response, “not. No.” He felt the darkness creeping up and before he knew it, his head landed atop his bag with a thud. The orcs breathing was slow and deep as he remained there, sleeping. She almost looked disappointed. Perhaps she used too much in the drink. He was close to discovering it, but instead, he was down. “Guess it be true what dey say. Some orcs can’t be handlin’ Dey drinks...” a smirk formed on her lips and she stood slowly, reaching over to pat his shoulder before moving for the exit and back out into the sun. Aja’it tried to ruin it, ruin her moment, but he wasn’t successful. Not entirely. She took a deep breath as she felt the adrenaline start to fade with the threat being gone from the peacefully sleeping Orc. Though, he wouldn’t be peaceful when he awoke. His head would feel as if there was an axe blade stuck in it.
 Arravien Anderton09/05/2019
He remains up in the scraggly desert tree. He had found a branch wide enough that he could lay down and watch the brutal sunlight trickle through the sparse leaves and branches above him. In this position he was concealed from the ground unless she moved directly underneath his branch and looks directly up or she would be able to see who's green coloring against the brown. This tree was neither tall nor did it have the characteristic scent of pine from his homeland but it was a tree and that made things better. In the dappled shade of the tree he was able to let his eyes drift closed so instead of drifting into rest use the moment for meditation.he doubted that he would have another opportunity to truly meditate while she was with him and certainly not if he was forced to reach the city at her side. though perhaps he could get her to hate him enough to let it go there was always the option of killing her himself. But that option somehow seemed like cheating oh, there wasn't very much challenge in it. Besides if she would probably be expecting something of the sort. He slowed his breathing and let his mind drift. It was no spell or ritual that he preformed but a simple recentering and alignment. He breathed deeply the air of Durotar but he smelled the rich forests of his home. The sharp pine, the lack of dust, flowers that bloomed only in that part of the world, the ritualistic incense burned at alters. A smile came to his face and he breathed deeply again. Refocusing on his patrons was always a great honor and brought him deep pleasure. He could just make out the misty shape of the Loa behind his lids while he meditated on them. Halazzi the mighty hunter, Akil'zon and Akil'darah the two great eagles, and others weaving in and out of his meditations and bringing him strength.
September 6, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott09/06/2019
As Walmi emerged from the inn and stepped back out into the heat of the day a smile found its way to her lips. She was content, at least for the moment. Her eyes traveled over the center of the village as her hands dipped into the pocket where she stowed her newest prize. She removed the large hoop and inspected it for a moment. It was gold. She thought it felt familiar when she found it amidst the rocks in that bag. It had a wide diameter and she assumed it was meant to be some sort of offering or gift. Perhaps something for a female orc. She snorted and slid it over her hand and up her forearm. At orc’s arm must have been much thicker than her own because as she lowered her arm the bangle came sliding down. The other thing stopping it from sliding off entirely was that her hand was wider than her arm. She was quite pleased with her find. Though, her brow suddenly furrowed as she realized Aja’it was no where in sight. The brief distraction may have given him an opportunity to slip away into the wilderness, free of his bonds. Although...a smile returned to her lips, perhaps she was finally free of the burden. Now she could complete her training and do as she pleased. The doll. He had the doll that was given to them for the orc. She snorted. They would blame her for his escape, and now she had no way of completing her training with what honor she had still in tact. This must have been his plea the entire time. Her eyes narrowed as she kicked at the loose soil beneath her feet. Never trust a tree troll. She stomped her way across the village, her eyes farting around, looking for any sort of sign for the direction he left in. He was a forest troll, surely such a thing wouldn’t go unseen by an entire village.
 Arravien Anderton09/06/2019
Aja'it was peacefully meditating up in his tree unaware that he was being looked for. There would be almost no trace of his passing though he had not been seeking to go unseen so there were a few tracks. A footprint in the dust on a flat rock, a broken twig or two on the scraggly bushes around the base of the tree. That and the guards were showing little or no alarm except for the two troll female guards who were standing whispering to one another. Aja'it simply watched the vision flit through his mind though what has started as a simple reminiscing of his home and a recentering of his spirit turned into something else. He drew back from the vision of the forest and up as if carried off by some flying creature. He looked around and found himself on the back of a giant eagle which flew over a great stretch of water. Up in the tree he twitched. The faint smile faded into a look of thought as he channeled into the sudden vision.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/06/2019
She tried to remain calm as she looked around for him. If he had escaped, it would not bode well for her. Perhaps that was his hope in trying to ruin her ruse with the orc. Keep her distracted so he could slip away, back to the Eastern Kingdom with the other tree dwellers. She grumbled incoherently to herself. She needed to find him. Then she needed to kill him. That thought brought another smile to her lips. The ground had its markings of him passing through, but they could have been made by just about anyone. Especially in an area that saw such high traffic between her village and the city. She spotted the troll guards whispering to each other. If anyone had noticed the moss covered man it would’ve been those two. Walmi made way over to the guards and looked either of them over carefully before forcing a smile to her lips, “I be lookin’ fer someone. I’m thinkin’ he passed dis way.” She let her eyes dance between the two of them before moving a hand to rest on her lower abdomen, “Ya see a tree troll dat’s tryin’ ta escape his responsibilities dis way?” She tilted her head to one side and attempted to look like as much as a victim and she could have.
September 7, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/07/2019
Aja'it remained focused on his new vision while Walmi was moving about. He could see in the distance the hazy shapes of what he assumed were landmasses on the horizon. He tried to shield his eyes from the blazing sun overhead that reflected back from the waters below so that he could make out what he was being taken to sooner. When he failed at this he focused on the creature below him. He rested a hand on the ghostly feathers and swore that he could feel each fiber of every feather and the warmth that came from them. Akil'Darah. Yes it had to be her. Akil'zon, her mate, did not run so warm as she. The two guards stopped their whispering and watched Walmi with careful expressions. One looked to be a few years older than Walmi herself with a shaved head and a gold nose ring. The other was significantly older and carried herself with the air of someone who had stood guard for a long time. It was the older one that answered first, "Nah. We be seein ya Forest Troll mon, but not tryin ta run. He went round da oda side a da barracks where it be more shady." The younger troll giggled a little, "Hard ta miss an Amani ere. Dey look so outa place. He was probably jus' lookin ta cool down. He looked sour." Of course the two guards wouldn't really know that his 'sour' face was just his expression when he was around other people like you could find in a village like Razor Hill. The two women nodded together and pointed Walmi towards the huge building that was the barracks. Around the back and far side the ground was shadowy and a few tall trees could be seen branching out from around the building.(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott09/07/2019
Walmi looked between the two of them suspiciously for a moment as they as they spoke. Especially the younger one, she wasn’t sure why, but that one irked her more than the other. “He always be lookin’ like dat.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug, “me thinkin’ it’s da face of Amani.” She offered her a short chuckle before giving them both a nod in thanks. Well, he hadn’t tried to escape, at least according to the Guards. That much was reassuring, but also annoying for her. She was torn often about Aja’it’s presence. She turned from the guards and made her way around the barracks, stepping into the shade. It was cooler here with the shade of the desert tree, perhaps a bit cooler than she preferred but not intolerably so. She paused and let her eyes drift over the area slowly, taking it all in. But no Aja’it. Damn forest trolls. She snorted and step further in, making her way closer to the tree. A hand move to rest atop the hilt of one of her daggers. Perhaps his intention was to lay in wait and ambush her, then he would be free to roam. That’s not happening this day.
 Arravien Anderton09/07/2019
In Aja'it's vision he was growing ever closer to the shore of wherever his loa was taking him. He didn't recognize it from this distance but it was flat, with huge mountains in the distance and a mixture of red and white with almost no vegetation. He assumed it was some kind of desert but that didn't make any sense. There were no deserts in the Eastern Kingdoms. Akil'Darah banked to the left sharply and started to dive drawing closer and closer to the earth and sea below them and letting out a call. In the tree branches directly above Walmi Aja'it's foot slipped from the tree branch and dangled down into the open air. That combined with the falling sensation in his vision the forest troll opened his eyes with a start and his hand moved to the small dagger at his waist which he drew. He looked around for the source of any danger and spotted Walmi below him. Her blue skin and pink hair were hard to miss. He looked down at her and eyed the hand on her dagger for a moment before he sheathed his own. He was irritated that his vision had been interrupted and incorrectly blamed her for it. As if her coming to close with her jungle troll loa worship had started a feud with the spirits and he had lost his connection. "Ya get what ya were lookin for?"
 Jocelyn Prescott09/07/2019
Walmi glanced up at the suddenly dangling foot. She recognized that giant ugly foot as Aja’it’s. As he spoke she lowered her hand from the danger and looked up at him with a smirk, “I did, wit no help from da tree troll.” She snorted, still not exactly pleased with his interference. She took a step back to see him better from her position, “An wat are ya doin’ up dere? Tryin’ yer hand at bein’ fruit?” She tilted her head for a moment at him, “orrr are ya hopin’ ya turn inta a gorilla?” She chuckled at her own remark, quite enjoying her constant ribbing. And she moved on, as if she was done with that topic and raised her arm, bending the elbow so it was presented across from her, “Look at dis ting.” She wiggles her arm so the gold bangle could move freely, “She raised her arm so the bangle could slide up her forearm further, “I be likin’ dis ting.” She grinned up at him, quite pleased with herself.
 Arravien Anderton09/07/2019
He rolled his eyes and stood, balancing on the branch as it swayed under his weight. "Question is if ya like it cause ya took it or if ya like it cause it be pretty?" He jumped up and grabbed the branch above and used the bendable wood as well as his own weight to swing off the branch with enough force to flip over once in the air and land behind her on his feet easily. It was a tactic that Forest Trolls learned when hunting bigger prey when they were young. Seemed like it worked on Jungle Trolls too. "If ya done here den we best be off. Don't want ta be late ta our own future." He smirked down at her. At his full height he was quite tall for a jungle troll though perhaps not for a Forest troll. "An da shadows be passin through da canyon, coolin da road fer us." He waited for her to move on her own instead of leading the way down the path towards the north side of the town.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/07/2019
“Hm. I’m likin’ it.” She nodded. She wasn’t sure exactly why she liked it, but she knew she liked it and that was enough for her at the moment. The thoughts were a distraction, and his landing startled her enough that she quickly spun a hand moving for a dagger. Damn tree trolls. She snorted as she looked up at him, relaxing her stance once more. “Coolin’ da road? Oh, it be too hot for ya, don’t it?” She smirked and stepped around him to start making her way toward the road. “Wouldn’t be sayin’ much ‘bout our future dere.” She rolled her eyes at that thought, her future contained her and her alone. Not some tree troll she couldn’t seem to be rid of. Well, once their training was complete she was confident the tribe would find other uses for him. Then she would be free to do as she chose. That thought brought on some others. She would be without bait, then. Well, she would be just fine without it. She grunted with a nod to her own secret thoughts. Freedom was worth more than bait, she thought. Besides, it would be quieter without him around, and she wouldn’t need to be concerned with him interfering in her plots.
 Arravien Anderton09/07/2019
"Do ya know how hard it be ta maintain a healthy layer a moss on ya skin when da sun and da wind take all da water from da land and air? I been growin used ta da heat under foot but still da shadows be nice." He was talking more to keep her distracted as he thought about his vision. The loa did not often send visions without the proper ritual observance so what was in a desert that was so great a threat that Akil'darah would take him there to show him the place from above? What had been interrupted? Hopefully he could find out in the morning. "Wit evenin' fallin we should keep an eye out fa a meal unless ya offerin' up a leg a yer own ta spit over da fire." He was half way kidding. She would regrow a leg in a few days, a week perhaps at the longest, and they could be on their way. He followed after her, a few paces behind and just out of her sight which he knew also annoyed her. He found great pleasure in knowing he got under her skin. She seemed immune to most people and their irritations but he was able to dig in and cause her to lose her composure.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/07/2019
“I don’ an’ I don’ be wishin’ ya know. “ she shook her head at that, sending that pink hair shaking, “Ya could jus’ let it die an’ not be worryin’ ‘bout it anymore.” She grumbled as she walked, taking a step to either side as he walked behind her. She didn’t like things behind her, especially him. “Ya could miss a meal ‘er two. Ya be gettin’ fat already.” She snickered to herself and picked up her pace, falling into a comfortable jog once more. The shade was cooling, but what she enjoyed more about the shade was the shadows it projected. She enjoyed her shadows, they were comfortable. Not in temperature so much but in concealment. They would hide her and she was left to observe at her own pace before striking out. “Still gotta be findin’ dis orc when we get dere.” The thought of the city was pleasant. She could complete her training there, and there were people. She expected to mostly find orcs there, orcs with pockets full to the brim.
 Arravien Anderton09/07/2019
He snorted at her idea of letting the moss die. And turn into a filthy desert troll? no thank you. Besides the moss provided his body a cool environment. "I ain't fat. Ya jus' are used ta all dem skinny jungle trolls. No meat on the limbs. It's no wonder ta me dat non could keep up wit ya." He picked up his pace, matching her easily and moving up to her side. The steady rhythm was calming and familiar even if he didn't like his traveling companion. "If ya ain't lookin ta stop for a meal den I'll be headin' out on me own time ta do me huntin. An don't come cry ta me when ya belly rumblin from da smell a good cookin." He wasn't a great cook, but he wasn't half bad either. As they moved out of the town towards the canyon ;eading north the people in the village hardly gave them a passing look. A few furrowed brows perhaps for Aja'it's sake but seeing two trolls jogging north was common place among the orcs any more. He didn't give anyone another look. To him they were all little more than dishonorable and weak people that didn't deserve his notice. The Horde was weak and in the back of his mind he did not think that it would last. Soon the various people's would be at one another's throats.(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott09/07/2019
“Ya couldn’t be keepin’ up any better den dem.” She snorted at him, “Not dat yer ever gonna be findin’ dat out.” She continued to move, at least picking up the pace brought him to her side where she could keep an eye on him. That worked out well, she thought. For as much as she bragged about his cooking and her starving, it was tempting to sprinkle a little something in his food. That thought a smile to her lips, that would show him. It would be quite a sight to see him laying there as the poison took him, his body attempting to reject it but by then it would be too late. Then she would be blamed, her brow lowered as she narrowed her eyes. She always seemed to be at fault for everything in the eyes of the tribe. They just didn’t understand her, that was their problem. It was their problem, not hers.
[12:34 PM]“Ya don’ need ta worry ‘bout me belly. Won’t be takin’ much fer an orc ta provide a hungerin’ troll wit food an’ drink.” Her expression had a touch of joy to it once more. She was confident in her abilities, much like the orc in the inn, many of them fell for her acts and couldn’t do enough to meet her needs before she moved on to the next. “If Foolish green skins. “But if yer thinkin’ ya can’t make it ta da city without a meal, we can be stoppjn’. Hate ta see ya die from ya starvin’, dat would slow down da trainin’.” She raised her eyes swearing she could see the outline of the city against the darker tones of the sky as the evening began to set in. She was anxious and excited. There were a lot of things running through her mind. Once her training was complete, she could move onto to better things. In the city, who knew what she could get into. She may not return to her village for a time, choosing to explore the city further. She had heard stories of differing organizations that operated within the horde. Some sounded appealing to her. The horde was less appealing, it was impossible for different races to work together for long and it would only be a matter of time before thy started breaking off. They may have offered the Darkspear some sanctuary, but she expected it to be a temporary arrangement.
September 8, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/08/2019
He grunted at her words and in a more serious tone he said, "Ain't for me I be huntin." He left it at that. She wouldn't understand and he didn't feel like explaining. Yes he could eat but didn't need to. Trolls learned hunger as part of their training. And he knew it well enough without that training. When he had first been taken in by the Darkspear he had often gone for days without proper food while the elders argued over his fate. So food for himself wasn't to much a consern. A sacrifice for his loa was much more of a necessity. He needed the rest of that vision. As he jogged beside this woman that he hated so much he let the silence go for a long while. The canyon leading to the orcish city was hot like a bread oven and heat radiates around them on all sides, but the descending sun was starting to cast long shadows on one side where they ran. In the shade it was significantly cooler though still uncomfortable. He drew another long drink from his water skin and splashed some over his shoulders where the thin moss could soak it up and spread the moisture around. He only hoped that the vision of the desert was not an omen for his fate. Glancing at her through the corner of his eye he tried to
[10:17 AM]assess what would happen after they received their last orders. Most likely they would finish whatever task it was quickly and depending on the type of test it was one or both of them would be left to the Horde as a tool to be used in war, or they would be forced to return to the Darkspear. There was another option, one of freedom, but he doubted that would be acceptable considering he and Walmi had been groomed from a young age to serve their tribe and in the later years the horde. Going off as a bounty Hunter outside those established courses seemed unlikely for them. His curiosity was peaked for a few moments, "Do ya tink Vol'jin be waitin fer us in Orgrimmar?" It made sense to him. The troll leader had often been in Orgrimmar in council with the orc leader of late and it seemed unlikely that of the elders said was true that the Darkspear leader wouldn't have anything to say in the matter.

Jocelyn Prescott09/08/2019
She enjoyed the silence of the jog, at least the few moments she had. It was a nice change, aside from his breathing and their feet hitting the hot ground with each step it was as close to silence as she could get. Walmi was still unhappy about the current arrangement, she didn’t expect that to change. Part of her wanted the man dead, the other quieter part of her enjoyed having someone to use as bait for their training exercises and perhaps beyond? He was at least useful for that if nothing else. His mind thought too much though, and because of that he would often take actions that went against whatever strategy she was hoping to utilize. Perhaps if she could find a way to numb those thoughts it would be easier. She was interrupted by his question and she didn’t turn her gaze from the road ahead. That was her destination, finishing this training. “I don’ be tinkin’ Vol’jin be waitin’ fer us. He might be dere fer sometin’ else. Not fer us.” It was an odd question, did he think so highly of himself that Vol’jin would be waiting for a young assassin and a prisoner? That’s foolish. That man had far more things to be concerned about. Like relations with the horde and the Darkspear keeping their identity while being surrounded by orcs. Those things were probably more pressing on him than the two trainees. “Be tinkin’ ‘bout da trainin’.” She finally turned her eyes enough from the road to look at him, “Dat’s what we be needin’ ta focus on.” She snorted and looked ahead once more. She wasn’t sure why he was so interested in Vol’jin. Perhaps Aja’it had some crazy notion of begging for his freedom. It was doubtful such a mercy would be granted. Even so, it would have been for his own benefit. What good would it do him to be released back to a weaker tribe? Ungrateful tree troll that he was.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/08/2019
He remained quiet at her words. To him everything was training and to him Vol'jin being present was just another part of that. Leaders in his own tribe were more involved with day to day life of their people. Not sitting at a table in a den of weaker beings. Besides, it had been Sen'jin that agreed to take Aja'it in after his capture and afford him the freedoms of the rest of the jungle trolls in the first place. He had a respect for him even if he thought his death was as much his own fault as it was the incompetentheros of the horde that had been tasked with saving him. His son however was unknown to him. He had been absent fr his people for a long time in his opinion and he held no great esteem for the shadow hunter other than that title itself. "Da trainin, whatever it be, is not the biggest worry in my mind." He continued on for a bit more quietly as he considered his options. Once he was inside the city he figured it would be easier to slip away. So long as it was before meeting this orc they had been sent to. He could leave her in a bar or in a crowded corner of the city while he went off to the Zeplin. At least that would have been the idea. No one would really question him inside the city once he was accepted by the guards and most orcs would let him be. Too worried about stirring up trouble under Thrall's nose.
September 9, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott09/09/2019
“It needs ta be, mon.” She grumbled under her breath as they continued to move closer to the city. If the training was not at the forefront of Aja’it’s mind there was a chance of failing in whatever task they were assigned. If they failed, they would not be allowed to complete their training soon. It needed to be completed. She had plans beyond it, and she was growing impatient. They had been groomed long enough for this, no, she had been groomed long enough for this. He wouldn’t stand in her way of success. “After dat’s done den you can be thinkin’ ‘bout odder tings, yeah?” Her eyes narrowed as she kept them focused on the road ahead, lifting only to see the outline of the city in the distance on occasion. She was both impatient to complete the training, but also anxious to see this grand city. She imagined it was full of opportunities, both for the tribe and herself. She was unsure of what her life would be like after the training, but she knew what she wanted. She would find a way to have it. All of it. Of that much she was sure.
 Arravien Anderton09/09/2019
Aja'it remained silent after that. He wasn't about to explain himself to some Darkspear let alone her. He kept up the quick pace as the sun moved over the sky and even after it set. All in silence. They were still several hours from the end of the canyone and several more after that over flat ground to the city itself. They could probably run through the night but he knew that she wouldn't be able to keep up the speed and he needed his morning rituals. When it was clear the sun was below the horizon and the last rays of light were being chased away by the only black of night he slowed to a walk and eventually a stop. He had seen a small alcove in the cliff wall at the base filled with soft sand that was sheltered from not only wind but also from prying eyes going in either direction. He had only seen it because he had glanced at it as he moved past. Turning around to inspect it for bugs or snakes he said, "We best be gettin some shut eye." He didn't take it as a choice and stepped into the small space. It was large enough for them to lay a good distance apart from one another comfortably. Without pausing to see if she followed he sat down on one side and pushed the sand around a bit to make a shallow bowl he would end up sleeping in, his own heat radiating back on him from the sand walls as the night plumited to near freezing temperatures. Deserts were places of extreams and everyone always complained about the heat but the chill could do just as much damage. Especially over time. When this was finished he found a sizable stone that was somewhat flat and set it near where his head would be and covered it in sand.
[9:11 AM]He took a lot of care with this task as he made the sand nearly flat in the light of the moon. Once that task was finished he pulled one of the bags from his belt and started to pull several carved figured from it. Lining them up in a sort of semicircle facing himself. There were nine figures in total, all carved from different materials and ranging in sizes though the smallest was no smaller than two inches tall and that largest no bigger than five. Walmi would likely recognize a few such as Bwonsomdi and Hir'eek which were common loa within the Darkspear tribe but others as well that didn't look anything jungle troll. It was strange enough for someone to worship so many different loa, which was usually reserves for witch doctors and shadow hunters, but the unknown ones would have added to the unnerving air about them.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/09/2019
She slowed to a walk as he stopped and made for the alcove. She paused and looked toward the end of the canyon in the waning light, not interested in delaying their arrival. “Didn’t know ya tree trolls be gettin’ tired so easy.” She smirked at that and slowly made her way inside, at least the walls were warm enough for now. The sun’s rays had heated them throughout the day and the heat would dissipate soon, but for now it was warm. She began to dig her own bowl, deciding it best not to freeze to death tonight. That would put a damper on completing her training. She remained opposite him, putting as much distance between the two of them as possible. She had contemplated going on without him, but if he were to flee in her absence and not arrive, that would not reflect well on her. She moved to sit inside the earthen bowl and watched as he set the figurines out. She recognized some, others she did not. It was unnerving to know there were so many loa he followed, it was more unnerving to know there were many that remained unknown to her. A hand moved to pay a small pouch on belt, which brought some comfort over her. She was not so open about her own loa, some would have been fine, others would not have been looked highly upon by the Darkspear. Many Darkspear knew of Shadra and respected her. Meanwhile, few still followed Bethekk the panther or Hethiss of the snake. They were forgotten long ago by the former empire, but the two had come to her in different visions. She had yet to understand why, or even understand them fully. The one thing she did understand was that she recognized them by name. To distract herself from her thoughts she moved her eyes over to Aja’it, “What ya be doin’ wit so many, mon?” She tilted her head, unsure of why he carried so many, unless he was a secret witch doctor.
 Arravien Anderton09/09/2019
He stayed quiet for a moment while he finished setting the idols out and then a small metal dish that he sprinkled some herbs in side of it but did not light the incense. Once his task was finished he finally turned to look at her, squatting down in the depression of sand he had created. For a long moment he simply looked at her and weighed his options and how much to tell her. Loa were both highly personal and not in many ways. All trolls worshiped Loa spirits, yet which one you worshiped and even how you worshiped reflected deeply on the nature of the troll in question. It created a direct path of understanding as well as vulnerability. "Der be nine cuz dat be how many I call ta." He picked up a small pebble that had been mixed into the warm sand and tossed it away. "I be gettin visions an words from each a dem ova time and de give ta me da peace ya Darkspear brothers rob me of." He narrowed his eyes at her and settled down on his back, his hair crumpling under his head and he crossed his arms over his chest so that he could settle down to sleep. After a few seconds he couldn't help but add, "Ya don't need ta be warry. Da Loa a da Forest be mighty an powerful but not once ta backstab der own worshipers like your Hakkar. Ya be safe so long as ya don't be takin me carvings." He shifted a little as he looked up at the dark sky and then closed his eyes, ears pricked for any movements or comments from her.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/09/2019
She watched him curiously as she spoke. The Darkspear robbing him, of course he always acted like such a victim. It was quite the opposite, the tribe was generous to allow him the honor of training beside her, as much as she protested the idea. “For robbin’ ya, Dey sure do good ‘bout lettin’ ya keep air in yer chest, eh?” She couldn’t keep back the smirk that formed on her lips. Always a victim this forest troll was. As he laid down for the night she decided to turn toward her side and curl up in her own little hollowed out patch of sand, “An’ Walmi don’ plan on takin’ yer carvin’s. Dey ain’t nothin’ that I be wantin’.” She snorted at the thought of her stealing his trinkets. They didn’t even sparkle in the moon light. She removed one of her daggers and stuck the blade in the sand under her. A hand rested on its hilt, at the ready, just in case. She wasn’t paranoid, not in the slightest. If something did wish to attack her in the dark, she would at least be able to defend herself. Perhaps that orc came to and realized what she had done and tracked her here. Perhaps he would try to end her in her sleep, and she would turn that back on him. The thought of being hunted had a certain thrill and excitement to it. She closed her eyes and a smile formed on her lips at the thought of such a situation happening out here. Of course, Aja’it would be of little help, if anything he may join in with the orc. .
[11:20 PM]“Hakkar.” She cracked one eyelid to look over at him, “Hakkar done did some terrible tings, but ya gotta admire dat. Gettin’ da trolls ta do his biddin’ like dat. Clever loa.” She let her eyelid fall closed again, and her breathing started to deepen quickly. The run had taken more of a toll on her than she would ever admit to openly. Rest is what she needed for the next day’s events which were sure to be something to be eager for. She felt like all of these years were leading up to the moments of the near future, and that’s when she believed her life would truly start. Away from the tree troll and doing as she wished, even if that was to serve the horde for the time being.(edited)
September 10, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/10/2019
As he listened to her breathing deeply he to drifted to sleep. More or less trusting that he wouldn't wake up dead the next morning. She still needed him. When he did wake it was still dark out. The darkness had stolen away much of the heat from their little alcove but he had grown used to the morning chill during his time with the Darkspear. He quietly stood up and moved back out to the canyon road so that he could stretch and prepare himself for the morning. He was hopeful that he would return by the time she woke up if not beforehand but he doubted that he could manage that. She probably woke when he stirred from his bowl of sand. He moved a few paces back down the path that they had come through along the side of the road and used the sparse moonlight to help him track what he was looking for. Eventually he found the right pattern in the sand and knelt down in front of a pile of loose stones and very quietly and carefully started to set them aside and move them, shift them, until he found a small hole roughly the size of his own fist that went underground. Bracing himself for a possible bite though he trusted in the fact that it's inhabited was still sleeping and slow moving from th cold, he reached in and his hands curled around the belly of snake. He heard the animal start to rattle & hiss and quickly ran his hand around the coils towards the head blindly until he could grab it and clamp the mouth shut. It wasn't an easy task but it was one that he had performed many of time and thankfully this time he have been successful. He did carry an antidote to most snake poison within the area that they lived for such tasks.
[7:31 AM]Snake in hand, still rattling and squirming, he quietly padded back to they're sleeping spot. He held the snake firmly enough that it wouldn't escape but he also treated it with a great deal of respect. The snake would not only be the sacrifice for his morning ritual but it would provide them food and he was sure that his less than amiable companion would be appreciative of the venom that she could milk from the animal. Plus if you were so inclined he could make a pouch from the skin.
September 11, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
He was not wrong in thinking that she awoke when he stirred. Though she made no movements aside from one eye opening enough to see him leave. Once he exited the alcove her eyes moved to his carvings which she knew he wouldn’t be so apt to leave behind. She expected he would return. Her body shivered and she drew her legs closer to her torso to keep as much warmth as possible. This was the worst thing about Durotar in her mind. The nights were far colder than she preferred, though she did like the heat of the day as oppressive as it was. In his absence she was able to let her mind wander toward the future and what it would hold. Many things were unknown, her path was unknown. What she wanted would most likely not line up with what the tribe would seek from her; let alone the horde. Perhaps she needed to escape both to walk the path she desired. Her brow furrowed at that thought, it was the first time she had ever considered leaving her tribe behind or not following their wishes. There was a heavy feeling that moved through her, one of shame in that thinking. Luckily it didn’t have to remain for long as she heard Aja’it return. She slowly sat up in her bowl and used a hand to tussle the sand from her brightly colored hair, “Dat’s some way ta be wakin’ a lady.” Her eyes moved to the still rattling snake in his grasp. She pulled her legs around to sit cross legged and drew her dagger from the sand. After wiping the blade on her pants she slid it back into its sheath.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
He grunted quietly and moved to sit in front of his little alter. "Shoulda been tossin it at ya instead but figured it be too hard ta catch it twice." He settled himself down on his knees and checked that nothing had been disturbed in his space. then with one hand he drew a tooth on a string from among the items of his gear. It had a seal at the top which he broke and with one hand and the use of his two front toes he pulled out some dry moss and grasses from inside the hallowed out tooth and smoke started to rise from inside. He tipped the tooth into the small metal bowl of herbs he had set the night before and a single bright red coal tumbled out. It flared to life on contact but did not create flames. Instead the herbs began to smoke, giving off the familiar scent of incense. He drew his knife from the center part of his harness and looked at her. "If ya be wantin venom best find me a vial before I make da cut." He didn't like to practice his worship in front of others, let alone her. People asked too many questions usually or he could feel their silent judgments of his loa and that usually made him want to take their heads for his loa instead of just a snake. He felt uneasy but he would not break his ritual for any reason. He watches her face as he waited for her to respond. Waiting to brush off the incoming attack of his beliefs. The Darkspear had their way of worship but he had his own. They were different in many ways. Different herbs in the incense. Different sacrificial blood. Different chants and prayers. Different loa.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
She narrowed her eyes at the remark about tossing the snake at her. Well, if he had it would’ve been seen as an act of aggression and she would’ve been within her rights to kill him. Of course, he hadn’t so he robbed her of that once more. Thieving man. Her hand dipped into a pouch on her belt and she withdrew a small empty vial. She removed the stopper and set it aside before reaching out a hand toward him and turning her palm up towards the sky, “I be preferrin’ ta get it meself.” She curled her fingers in a gesture to silently ask for him to hand over the snake. She had noticed his ritual, his inferior loa which is probably why he needed so many. It was strange to see such a thing for her, she had known of the Darkspear’s worship, she had even heard of the Grubashi worship. This though, it was strange and altogether different, she thought. Who cares? She didn’t. He could worship his weak loa, she would be rid of him soon enough. Her eyes moved to the snake and there was a light glint seen in her gaze. She liked snakes, the way they moved, the way they hunted prey. She didn’t roar like a mammal before the attack. They moved silently, taking their time to sneak up on their prey. They used venom to bring their quarry into submission for their meals. They reminded her a great deal of herself. In fact a number of her tactics were molded based on their mannerisms.
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
He narrowed his eyes just a touch but handed the snake off to her carefully. Moving his finger back on the skull to keep the mouth closed but make room for her smaller fingers. "I be needin it alive." Once the snake was handed off he turned back to his alter. He lightly blew on the smoke coming from his little bowl and began a low humming chant in the old trollish language. It would have been a song of praise to the mighty loa, shapers of both the land and spirit realms. He had a surprisingly good voice for such worship and the practice of the song over years had made it second nature so there were no pauses or breaks. Not even when he used the dagger to pierce his thumb so that he could draw his blood over the base of each figure while he chanted. As he did the smoke started to change color. It could easily be mistaken by an outsider as the different herbs reacting to the heat differently but it was rimmed to well with his blood touching each loa statue and the colors too bright to be natural. The loa were answering his prayers. Or at least listening. Near the end of his song he held out his hand for the snake. Hopefully, as he had not been paying attention, she would have milked it by then. And the presence of the loa could be flet pressing down on the small space like the weight of the sea. Aja'it grinned savagely as he looked into the smoke while it twisted and writhed to form shapes that were gone only a second later. He needed the sacrifice to complete his ritual and he hoped gain some answers about his vision.

Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
She carefully wrapped her fingers around the snake and brought it closer. Her focus was solely on the snake and a smile began to form on her lips. She set the empty vial down on her lap and raised her now freed hand. “It be fine, me love.” She gently ran a finger down the center of the snake’s head. Her gaze held a look of affection, if Aja’it had been paying attention. “Such a beautiful creature dis be.” Her tongue moved out to wet her lips which became dry from the morning chill. She was clearly enjoying herself more than she should have been while handling such a dangerous creature. It was the thrill. Aside from admiring it for its beauty and danger, had her fingers relaxed too much it could strike. It was a very similar situation to the orc from earlier discovering her. She picked up the vial once more and as the snake opened its jaws to hiss she placed it around a fang and pressed the rim against the venom sack. “Dat’s it...” The venom slowly ran down the side of the clear vial and pooled at the bottom. She lowered her hand with the snake and placed a kiss to its head before whispering, “Tank you.” She handed the snake back over to Aja’it and once her hand was free she moved for the stopper to the vial which she put in place. Now, she could pay attention to the tree troll and his ritual. Of course, it brought a furrowed brow to her face. It was not what she was used to. She watched him as she turned the vial within her hand, idly. She could feel the difference in the air of the alcove, and it was. Or a pleasant feeling. It wasn’t the same as when she communed with own loa. It was different, she didn’t know these and it made her uneasy. Her superstitions were getting the best of her with this new unknown presence.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
Once he had the snake back with him he coiled the wrigling serpent around his forearm and held it so that it's neck was positioned over the bowl of smoke. Then he cut it's throat. Instead of dampening the red coal the blood seemed to act like oil. Catching fire and leaping up, trying to devour the serpent and Aja'it's hand whole. He did not seem surprised by the sudden flame and instead slowly coiled the dead snake around the alter where it started to burn, giving off a ring of nearly white smoke. He was careful not to touch any of the flames which seemed to be alive and following him. He glanced at Walmi to see if she was about to do something stupid like talk, before he began his chanting again. He watched the smoke while he spoke, invoking the loa spirits to show him the rest of the vision. Of course she would be able to understand his words dispute the odd dialect he used. All trolls no matter how distant had the same root tongue. In the smoke appeared the great lynx first, stalking a gryphon. Usually the lynx would be far to small for such a kill but the flying creature was dealt a deadly blow. The smoke shifted and an image of two crossed weapons, an axe and a dagger appeared to be followed by a wall that stretched as far as the smoke allowed. The winged serpent Hakkar surrounded by trolls from the past, then a great eye of what he guessed was a snake though it burned with hatred and intelligence beyond that. The images were fast and didn't hold much meaning for Aja'it yet without meditation but then the smoke settled on the image of two great eagles soaring together. They flew over a smoke landscape that looked like flat clouds, or perhaps a desert. They dived and glided over the earth so close their wings touched the ground. Then they rose up to a ridge of mountains and when they created it Aja'it saw what he was meant to see. A swarm of what looked like flies or small birds surrounding a spire of stone.(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
Once the snake’s blood caught fire she had scurried backwards, moving like a snake on her hands and feet until her back met the rock that surrounded them. It was not something she had expected to happen when you add blood to flames, the presence of the loa didn’t make the sight any easier to stomach. It was strange and left her uneasy. She tucked the goal of venom away as she continued to watch, her eyes fixed on the flames. If not for his chanting she would have forgotten he was present entirely. As the images began to appear in the smoke her curiosity got the better of her. It had a habit of doing that. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to crawl closer on her hands and knees to watch the sight. The fear had taken a back seat to her curious mind. Her expression was both curious and thoughtful as she tried to commit each image to memory to be digested later. What did all of these things mean? She was not new to visions. Visions from unknown loa were different, though. Often she would need help to understand them, the loa often spoke in parables. As if some cryptic language she wasn’t fluent in. Usually she would take an image at a literal meaning and not be able to access the deeper meanings that she was meant to understand. This moment was no different. The axe and dagger, she assumed were the two of them. The wall that followed was most likely a dungeon cell. What? She wanted to shake her head at such a thought, but she was unable as the visions continued to change. She wished to speak, but was unable which was most likely to her benefit during the ritual.
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
As the last image faded the fire snuffed itself out leaving the snake blustered and the skin burned but otherwise intact. His morning rituals were not usually so eventful. Usually the sacrifice happened and then the prayer was finished without so much as a whisper from the loa. It was their way. Aja'it slowed his chanting until his pray ended with a thanks to the loa for their wisdom. Then he looked at the small figures for a long moment, commiting the images to memory. He would likely find a way to draw or write them later to ensure he did not miss something important. "Akil'darah, Akil'zon an Halazzi be tryin ta warn us. Dere be many things dey showed. It not be often three loa work together ta send da visions." He licked his lips with a dry tongue and began to gather the idols back into his pouch, handling each with care like they would come to life in his hands. He cleared away the bowl of incense by dropping the living coal back in the hallow fang and securing it once more and then lastly he cut the chared snake in half with his dagger, offering her one half. The fire had burned the skin but the inside was almost perfectly cooked. Surely a good omen from his loa. He looked her in the eye then, his Amber eyes dancing with the magic he held which turned them faintly orange like fire. "I tink it be clear we still got a long way ta go."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
“Warn us?” She tilted her head to one side as she watched him apprehensively. She took her half of the snake and inspected it for a moment, “What dey be warnin’ us about?” She brought the snake to her lips and bit into it, tearing the meat free for a bite. She paused her chewing at times to spit small bones onto the sand. She was curious about the meaning of the vision, and she had at no point saw it as a warning. “I don’ see any warnin’ in dat vision. Just lookin’ like pretty images an’ da like.” She bit into the snake again, she was thankful for the meal though she wouldn’t have any intention of openly admitting it to him. Especially him. When he mentioned they had a long way to go she couldn’t keep back the snort that escaped her, “Orgimmar ain’t bein’ far.” She raised a hand to pick at her teeth for a moment before continuing, “We be dere before da day ends. Den we finish da trainin’.” She smacked her lips for a moment, enjoying the natural saltiness that seemed to come from the snake’s skin, “den...well den I don’t be knowin’ what be next fer me. Gotta be better den dis dough. Sometin ‘ different.” She looked over at him again as she considered the thought, “What do ya tink be next?”
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
Aja'it watched her as he tore at his own half of the snake. He kept his expression blank but inside he was wondering how much of an idiot he had been paired with. His tone was slightly angered as he spoke, "An what weak loa do you serve day be sending ya pretty images fa ya entertainment? Ya got a strange way a lookin at da voice a da loa." He picked a rib bone out of his teeth and flicked it aside. He needed time to consider the visions to gain their deeper meaning but clearly she saw nothing in the visions at all. She would be no help in teasing out the images. "I tink next be some of what lay in da visions. Da loa be showing a path an we cannot be turning a blind eye ta it." He seemed offended about her talk of wanting more. She had her tribe and their affections. What more could she want? "Da path be long ahead. I told ya before der be more ta did trainin den what ya tink."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
“Weak? Pah!” She snorted at the insult to her loa, “dey ain’t so weak ta be needin’ so many as ya do, boy.” She toyed with her snake for the moment as she thought it over further, “Didn’t be sayin’ dey only give pretty images. Jus’ sayin’ da ones we jus’ saw didn’t seem ta be a warnin’.” She waved a hand in the air as she spoke, using the other to keep a firm grip on her meal, “Some birds an’ mountains. Dat be a warnin’ ‘bout what den?” She shook her head at that, it didn’t seem like a warning to her. It seemed too random for such. She moved her hand back to the snake, “An’ da path be long but it don’t be meanin’ what ya tink. What I be doin’ wit dis trainin’ be up ta me an’ me alone.” She moved a finger to the sand and drew a line in it. She then drew a second line coming off of the first in a fork. She pointed to where the two lines separated, “Dat be da part I’m lookin’ forward ta.” She raised her eyes to look at his face, “dis be da part of da path I’m lookin’ fer. Da part where we be splittin’ paths.” She snorted at him and took another bite of her snake, making it a point to chew it loudly and aggressively.
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
His lips pulled back in a snarl as she insulted not only him by calling him 'boy' but his loa. Clearly she would never understand that he worshiped the loa because he wanted to, not for what they gave in return. Most of his chosen loa never gave him powers or spoke to him. He considered it an honor to worship anyway. She was far to selfish to understand and he was not about to explain. He knew he was rightm she hadn't seen his other vision from the previous day, hadn't felt the cold of the wind or the distress in Akil'darah's call. He had a mind to cut her throat and let her meet the loa herself for her insolence. His eyes burned brightly, dancing like flames. Berserker magical had it's downfalls including losing most control over strong emotions which effected the individual physically. He watched her draw in the sand and snorted. He stood, his big foot coming down on her lines and obliteraitong them soundly while he rolled his shoulders. "If ya be so eager ta meet ya fate den let's be going an be done wit dis." He turned without another word and made his way to the canyon which was still shadowy in the sunrise. If she would not listen to the loa he wanted no part with her. He knew in his bones what he had seen had been a warning, a call to action. Suddenly he was no longer thinking about his home. It had not been in the visions so clearly it did not matter much in the moment. Though perhaps what had been shown was far off. Loa were ever living, their perception of what was close at hand might not be in his own life time. He ripped into his snake as he waited for her to join him, crunching down on the bones without care.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
She watched his snarl carefully, though her own expression remained calm. She wanted to smile at his stomping foot, but she refrained. She found a cord that could be pulled. She was quite pleased with herself, it was always good to know where to pull or where to apply pressure when needed. This was true when dealing with allies just as much as enemies. She climbed to her feet and made her way out of the alcove behind him, taking another bite from her snake before discarding the remains on the ground. She chewed as she walked, her eyes raised to the dark sky for a moment, “We should always be eager ta be meetin’ our fate. Whatever dat may be.” She stretched, rather loudly, it was good to be back on her feet. “Now lets get to da city an’ finish dis. Den we’ll see if dat vision be a warnin’ or not, eh?” She didn’t wait for his response, she figured it would be more angry grunting and had more important things to think of. Instead she started off through the canyon again, there may have been a hint of laughter under her breath. Though, he did spark a curiosity in her. His mention of their training being more than that was something worth thinking about. She didn’t know why the two had been groomed together thus far. She used to think it was just because their ages were close and the Darkspear didn’t wish to sacrifice him to the loa for whatever reason. That seemed to not be the case. There was more to it, they had both been trained in a way to compliment each other’s skills and her curiosity was getting to her again. If she were to have everything as she desired, she couldn’t very well do that if she had to share it with some forest troll.
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
He did not respond to her. In fact he spent the rest of the morning in silence. Partly because the temptation to kill her was a bit to strong, and also because it allowed him headspace to think. He was not the best multi-tasker out there and thinking about the smoke visions took up most of his head space. Eventually after he had picked the meat from nearly the whole section of snake, he tossed the bones and charred skin aside for the scavengers. There was a great deal to consider about the images. He did not recognize most of them though the image of Hakkar in the past was clear enough. But that was the past. Was the whole vision perhaps a lesson from the past instead of something from the future? He wasn't sure. Thinking about it let him block out Walmi and her annoying presence while they moved at a steady run for Orgrimmar. It was even a bit of a surprise when he found himself in the orcish city's shadow, panting slightly from the run. The city of Orgrimmar was massive. Not Troll Empire massive, but still impressive. The orcs had managed to build a canyon citadel in a matter of years that was near impregnable unless you repelled your whole army from the cliffs above and even then there was little path up to those heights. It was impressive in a way. At late morning there were a great many people milling around outside the main gate of the city, going to, or away from the markets inside. It was noisy and chaotic. Orcs, Trolls, Tauren and even a few of the Undead that he head heard tell about, were all there in the mess. He glanced at Walmi and came to a walk. "Where ya be thinkin' we should start lookin for dis orc?"
[6:21 PM]He assumed, being sent as an asset to the military, that they would need to find the barracks first, or perhaps a Champion's Hall. They weren't part of the Horde Army, but their role seemed to be in that direction more than anything. He looked up at the walls as they weaved through the crowed, following the stream of people into the first outer gate.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/11/2019
She moved along beside him, keeping pace. It was quiet aside from the return of their feet on the ground and their breathing. He sure was a loud breather, she thought. Just another annoyance. She was enjoying the silence for the morning, it gave her time to think of her own intentions. Her current goal was completing the training and moving on from there. She was still unsure of what the training was driving them towards, but she was sure it was something impressive. It had to be, or at least she assumed it had to be which was a result of the high opinion she had for herself and her skills. As they approached the city she was in awe, it was massive. It was loud and chaotic and a great place to hide in plain sight among crowds of people if needed. She saw opportunity here, for nearly any direction she decided her life to go, she knew each path could be started here. Aja’it’s voice interrupted her thoughts of course, again. “Could be tryin’ onna da guards. Maybe da barracks where da soldiers be?” She wasn’t sure where to look, but she was sure she wanted to look. The tone of her voice did little to hide her excitement of finally reaching the city. “Ya still be havin’ day doll, right? We be needin’ it ya show we legitimate, eh?” She glanced over to him, but more to look at the fishnet bag that hung from his waist and see that the doll was still in tact. She still wanted to grab it, and she assumed she would get her chance eventually. It was an interesting looking trinket.
 Arravien Anderton09/11/2019
Seeing that she knew nothing about where to go he decided to take the lead instead and moved them through the gate system towards the main drag of the city. Perhaps it was the canyon echoing the sound back on him but he swore that it was even louder now. There were huts and buildings all over, carved into the very cliffs and standing alone with large pictorial signs to show what was in each shop. He looked around, easily identifying the guards from the normal folk. He didn't want to talk to the guards and in a way he felt like they were watching him specifically. Him and his forest troll image. "It be safe wit me." He had kept a close hold on the doll and wasn't about to stop now that they were in a city of pick pocketing dirty orcs. He weaved through the crowds, ignoring the calls from merchants to buy new armor or check out a bunch of strange items that looked like the goblins had been teaching their tricks to the orcs. Eventually he found a sign that he assumed read 'sky tower' but the paint was already faded by the sun. He peeked inside the building and saw the spiral ramp going up. He started in that direction, assuming a birds eye view of the city would help them pick a starting location. From there he assumed they could ask if need be. This Denorik couldn't be that hard to find.
September 16, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott09/16/2019
It was good Aja’it had decided to take the lead in the moment. Walmi was suddenly distracted by so many things. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Here was a large city and to her it seemed like a den of endless opportunity. She even saw some orcs wearing fancy robes, which she had not expected. She always thought they preferred war harnesses. It seemed odd. “Den make sure it stay dat way.” She muttered in response to his possession of the doll, though her focus wasn’t as strict on the doll. She was counting through the various shops and people as they moved through this new city. Her eyes lifted above to see the zeppelin which seemed to be tied off above. Now that was something she had heard of but never seen. She couldn’t help but wonder what loa gave someone the idea to create such a contraption. As they scaled the sky tower she was able to focus a bit more being closed off from the rest of the city by the building’s walls, “Dis place...dis is amazin’, eh?” As they reached the top she took a few steps towards the edge of the platform to look over over the city. Her head tilted to one side as she tried to think of a way to find Denorik but was coming up short with the idea outside of asking people, even then she didn’t know where to begin.
 Arravien Anderton09/16/2019
Aja'it made a sound of agreement with her. The city was amazing. It held a wealth of opportunities and danger that he grew excited over. His focus though was on the training. While he didn't expect it to be easy in anyway, or what he hoped would be a simple one day task, Walmi was right about one thing. Once it was over she would be out of his life and he could focus on what his Loa had been trying to tell him. At least that's what he told himself. The dagger and the axe was likely to show that the two were at odds, being crossed and all. Yes that was it. He watched her a moment as she leaned close to the edge and wondered if the two eagle loa would consider it a sacrifice if he pushed her off to her death. Shaking his head he looked around and found that the tower was not high enough to get the vantage point he had wanted. There was still much of the city that was hidden from him. Apparently seeing the two young trolls in need of assistance an orc guard approached them. He was short, hunched over from some wound or some such, and had grey in the long braids that came down his chest. "Blood and Thunder young ones. What is it you are looking for?" Aja'it eyed the older orc up and down. He seemed kindly enough though the troll still wondered if finding Denorik was to be done in a more complex way than just asking a guard for directions. One could never tell with the Darkspear elders.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/16/2019
Walmi leaned over the edge, noting the smaller size the people below appeared to be from this height. She did consider it the size she saw them as at any height of course. It was a difficult task, to find a specific orc in a sea of the green skins. They needed to find him, the sooner they did the sooner she would be rid of the tree dweller. She turned toward the unfamiliar voice and quickly sized him up. He was older and sizable, though not so much that she thought he couldn’t be brought down if the need arose. Her hands moved behind her back and she clamped her fingers around one of her wrists, the fingertips from the other hand not far from a spare blade that hung from her waist, “Not what so much as who we be lookin’ fer.” She raised the heel of one foot and bent her knee towards the center of her body. She adjusted her stance to make herself appear as least threatening as possible, “His name be...” she raised her eyes upwards for a moment as she made a thoughtful sound, though it didn’t last long before she looked over to Aja’it, “Ya be rememberin’ da name?” She was well aware of the name of the man they sought, however if she could keep the orc’s attention on her companion it would give her more time to assess him without a watchful eye fixed on her.
 Arravien Anderton09/16/2019
Aja'it said simply, "Denorik." The troll watched for the orc's response which was almost instant. "Denorik?" The older orc nodded. "He's a pig farmer in front of the city. You woulda passed him on your way in. Though he does have a shop in the Valley of Honor, near the arena. Might be finding him there too." Aja'it frowned slightly. A pig farmer was not what he expected. He watched as the guard pointed towards the east. "It's a huge building at the edge of the valley, can't miss it." The troll glanced at Walmi and nodded. "We be tankin' ya fer ya time guardian." Aja'it moved past the older orc. With a destination he was eager to get moving.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/16/2019
Walmi wrinkled her nose at the orc’s response. A pig farmer did not sound like some grand warrior with a mission to complete their training. Perhaps the elders were playing a trick on the two of them, but moreso on her because of her self-centered-ness. She snorted and offered a small nod to the orc, “Tanks fer dat.” She fell into step behind Aja’it and once she was confident they were far enough from the orc’s ears she muttered, “Dat don’t be makin’ much sense, do it?” She grumbled under her breath, clearly displeased with the news of who they were looking for, “Only ting I can be thinkin’...it be be some kinda cover.” She glanced over to Aja’it, “Maybe he be more den some pig farmer?” She was trying to put the pieces together in her head, but none of it left her with a satisfied feeling.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/16/2019
Aja'it shrugged as he moved down the spiral ramp of the Skytower and back onto the road, moving in the direction they had been pointed. "I not be knowin. A cover sounds likely though we best not be makin' assumptions before we get der. Perhaps der be more den one Denorik." He looked around uneasily though. The city was full of wonder and opportunity but also danger and he did not know when a test would jump out at them, or from where. "If it be a cover den we in fer more den we thought. If it not be den we do what is asked anyway. Da elders be expectin' as much. Perhaps a lesson in da service of da horde, not just da Darkspear?" He was grabbing at straws. There was much he understood about his captors from an outsider's perspective but there was little he could guess at this trial.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/16/2019
She considered his words as they moved. If there were more than one Denorik the doll would need to be the deciding factor. It would not be pleasing to shovel the leavings of this man’s pigs only to find out he was the wrong man. The embarrassment that would come with that could be nearly fatal, at least for Denorik. She did, however, nod at his words, “Servin’ da horde on behalf of da Darkspear. Dat would be soundin’ right. Especially if dey be wantin’ ta show da bond between em both.” It did seem likely, as the elders had mentioned the bond with the horde, though she cared little about serving the horde. If they were serving the horde for the Darkspear, well that changed things immensely. “Well, no matter what da lesson be. Once dis is done I be comin’ back dis way.” She looked around as they moved through the city, working their way toward their destination, “Dere’s lots here I’m tinkin’. I wouldn’t mind ta be explorin’ dis place more. What ‘bout ya?” She looked at him curiously, this didn’t seem like a place he would be comfortable with. Few trees. Lots of orcs. No, he would most likely not wish to return and if he knew that was her intention there was less of a risk of him trying to accompany her once their training was complete.
September 17, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
Aja'it moved through the city, pushing through the heavy crowds as they passed through the shadows of the cliffs. "It be a fine place ta be gettin inta trouble. Some good, some bad. I tink when did be done I be goin back home ta my people. Been away too long." He glanced at her expecting the usual scoff and dismissal of his own that he was used to. Darkspear and their fat heads. They moved quickly down the paths and through a tunnel of sorts and back into the light of the sun in what was to be assumed as the Valley of Honor. The old guard had been right about the arena. It was massive. Aja'it guessed it could seat the whole population of orcs and then some of the need or desire came about. It was not the tallest building but it was the largest that he could see. "Der be da arena. We best be looking round for dis butcher." He looked around the whole area and then started to move towards it, keeping an eye out on the signs infeont of the buildings.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
She listened to them as they moved through the crowds. She would turn to the side at times to squeeze between people at the tighter spots. She seemed to seek out small spaces between orcs to push herself through rather than use larger openings. While she was doing this, her eyes were busy noting where orcs seemed to attach their coin purses. It was surprising that many seemed to carry them in the same places on their person. Exposed. Her attention was pulled by his words as they moved and she couldn’t keep back the scoff, “How do ya know dey even be dere still? Dey ain’t be tryin’ ta find ya.” The thought that his people may have been all wiped out was a pleasant one to some degree, it would have proven that the Darkspear were superior. As they reached the arena her gaze was busy taking it in. It was a large and impressive structure. “Da sooner da better.” She moved away from him so she could begin her own search for this orc. The arena was grand and she assumed it was used for orcs to prove their strength for the entertainment of large crowds. Perhaps their final test would take place there. If a few lives of orcs were all that held her back from the next chapter of her life, then so be it. She couldn’t deny there was an excitement starting to rise in her as they had gotten closer to their objective; closer to the end of this journey.
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
He only scowled at her remark. In the back of his kind he always assumed that his tribe thought him dead. Taken by the humans, the more mad orcs, the elves, even other trolls. Killed off. That was why no one came for him. News that a Forest troll was living among the Darkspear would not have been left unheard to his people. They had not moved from their small shore-side settlement in generations. The Raventusk were loyal and stubborn if nothing else. He touched the black feather hanging from his right ear and pushed on. Once they had reached the arena he let her lead. Taking a slight back step from her so that he could more easily scan to buildings. Eventually, in the shadow of the arena, he spotted a very small hut with smoke coming from the open roof. It smelled like smoked meats. He nudged Walmi with his elbow and pointed with his tusks to the building in silence. Without waiting for her he moved in that direction and into the building which had no door. Inside was filled with racks of cut meat, haunches hanging from hooks, and in the center of the room there was a curious block of ice that was clearly magical as it was not melting. To the side was a door that no doubt lead to the smoke chamber. At the back of the room was a low counter where an orc was tending to a bloody kill. He had his back turned to the door and was weilding a cleaver with some skill as he cut the joint of a hog hoof from the bone.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
As she moved toward the arena her eyes scanned the various buildings and people as best she could. Her focus was broken by Aja’it’s nudging elbow however and she looked over just as he pointed with his tusks to some hut. Her brow furrowed for a moment, deciding it to be quite a simple abode for someone who was to complete their training. At the same time, it also seemed fitting and aligned with the humble village. She nodded and made her way towards the hut. She stepped in behind her companion, the small distance between them gave her a chance to quickly scan the small room. Her eyes danced over the hanging meats and lingered on the non-melting ice for a few moments before settling on the orc. Her impatience suddenly appeared and a hand moved to rest absently on a dagger at her hip as she spoke, “Ya bein’ da orc goin’ by Denorik?” Her head tilted to one side which caused her pink locks to move with the motion. She had hoped they had finally found the one they sought, another step closer to the end of their training.
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
The orc slammed the cleaver down and turned to look at his company. He looked like more middle aged but extremely broad shouldered and heavily muscled. He looked less like a pig farmer and more like the perfect specimen of orcish body building. He cleared the blood from his hands on his apron and came closer to the ice block. The magic of the think kept the hut extremely cold compared to the outside and cast a faint blue glow on the orc's harsh features. "I am." Aja'it felt like they had come into a trap. Set and now sprung. He tucked his thumbs under the straps of his harness and rested his hands there at the collar, in easy distance from the dagger at his chest. "We be sent here from da Darkspear. Ya intended ta give us da rest of our training." He eyed the orc and glanced at Walmi. She seemed to be of the same mind with her hand drifting to her own dagger. At least that was good to see. He glanced around the hut more closely looking for clues as to who the orc was and what he would ask of them. "You are no Darkspear boy. I won't be talking to you." The orc turned to Walmi and lifted his shaven brows. "You have something for me girl?"
 Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
It was true Aja’it was no Darkspear, and it should have been enjoyable to see another rebuke him. For some unknown reason the orc’s words annoyed her, as if she reserved the right for such herself. Perhaps it was just her selfishness. “I do.” She moved her free hand out to Aja’it and curled her fingers to motion him to place the doll in her grasp, finally. Her other hand remained close to one of her daggers, one never knew when dealing with these green skins. Her gaze remained on the man across from them, he was large and appeared to be physically strong. Her eyes farted over his form quickly, mentally pointing out weak points where the tip of a dagger would give the two of them the upper hand should that be needed. The fact that he knew about the gift from the Darkspear did little to reassure her, she wasn’t sure what this final test or task was. Perhaps ending this orc was the objective. It was difficult to tell with the elders, they often spoke on riddles. Especially when they wished to teach a lesson.
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
Aja'it scowled but the orc ignored him as if he wasn't even in the room. The troll pulled the doll free and handed it over, careful not to touch Walmi in anyway as he did. He wasn't sure what magic the doll had in it but he didn't want two people touching while the doll itself was the third party. The orc watched as the doll was handed over and did not wait for it to be passed to him. He seemed impatient now as if seeing the item was all the proof he needed. He tucked his hands behind his back in a soldiers stance. Perhaps he was retired though he looked young enough and fit enough to still serve. He said quietly, "Good. I have been waiting. I have someone I need you to kill. A boy by the name of Renoric. You'll find him near grol'dom farm where he's taken several of my pigs to that belly crawling scum, Kranal, has no doubt paid the boy." The man did not elaborate further but Aja'it's hairs were rising on the back of his neck. There was something not right about this. Their final trial was to kill a young boy that had stolen a few pigs from this man? Not only did that not seem like a task for the pair of trolls, but it also did not sound like a sentence passed through proper means. A boy stealing pigs gained death? Aja'it remained quiet, watchful. This was a clear test.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
“Oh?” Walmi studied the orc’s features for a moment. He had not reached for the doll, so it remained in her hand which fell to her side. Finally it was hers! “Dis boy? What parts of ‘em ya be needin’ as proof of da deed? Want his head? His face cut off?” She tilted her head to one side, “De whole carcass?” It seemed excessive for someone to be put to death for stealing some pigs. Although, she would have sentenced someone to the same fate should they had stolen from her. This seemed different however. She moved the hand clutching the doll in front of her so she could study it a bit closer. Her eyes remained on the doll as she continued, “How much sufferin’ do ya want ‘em ta experience? We could be makin’ it last fer a while if dat’s what ya be wantin’.” Her tone was rather flat, as if there was no emotion behind the entire thing. She was more than a little suspicious but for some reason she felt a need to keep the orc talking so she could consider the task a bit deeper. It didn’t seem like a task the elders would assign the two in order to complete their training, it seemed as though there was much more at play here.
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
The doll, as it was studied a bit closer seemed to resemble an orc in nature. The straw used was greener then usual, the eyes red, the beads sown for the mouth pointed. It gave off the feeling of something dirty almost, unclean. For a moment Walmi might feel the desire to drop the doll though there seemed no source for it. The older orc snorted. "His eyes, I hear they are blue. And do it how you like, so long as he is dead." He seemed dismissive of all the questions, like they were details he did not need to know. Once he had said this he turned his back on Walmi and went to pick up his cleaver again. "Do not keep me waiting." Aja'it saw the clear dismissal and narrowed his eyes but backed out of the shop and into the hot air of the canyon city. There was a faint scowl on his face at the task they had been given. Not for any distaste of killing but killing a child was perhaps a bit different. Less honorable. And the idea that the Horde would be so aggressive to their own was not a good sign in his mind. It only showed how doomed they were to fail. He waited for Walmi to join him and would wait until they were well enough away from the hut that they would not be over heard talking.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
Her expression didn’t change as she studied the doll, however, she was not very pleased about the uneasy feeling that suddenly crept over her while studying it. There were a number of things with this task that made little sense, the doll was another. Perhaps it was cursed somehow. Her own superstitions were starting to mount against her. Walmi was a creature who often operated on instinct and being apprehensive of things mythical in nature did little to ease those instincts. “Blue ones? Dat should be easy enough fer da two of us.” She chuckled lightly at the remark, doing her best to keep herself calm and level headed for the moment. Once the orc turned his back she decided to leave the doll behind, placing it atop the magical ice. If there was bad juju attached to the doll, it would be better for the orc to suffer from it. “Dis ting be done before long.” She backed out of the hut just after Aja’it and waved a hand as she passed him for the forest troll to follow. The motion was less of a command and more of a gesture to keep up appearances should the orc decide to turn and watch the pair move away from his hut. Once she was confident they were far enough away she would speak, though she would keep her gaze focused ahead of them, “Da elders sent us fer dis? Don’t be makin’ much sense, do it?” Away from the source of her apprehension she was able to let her act fall away and speak to her companion openly. It may have appeared as if she was a different person from when they addressed the orc, “Tinkin’ dere be more. We should be findin’ dis boy an’ watchin’ me tinks.”
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
Aja'it nodded at all of her comments though was a bit worried at her leaving the voodoo doll behind. Either way he was not going back for it. He moved along beside her in silence for a moment, matching her stride easily. "Der be much dat not be making sense. An orc with blue eyes... I only be hearin dat about Thrall. All de other green skins have red or brown eyes." He rubbed his chin for a moment. The only thing he really knew about thrall was that he had been born free of the actual corruption of the fel. Perhaps that was what gave him the blue eyes? He didn't know really. "Watchin be best. Perhaps da boy not bein all he seem, or perhaps dis orc not all he seems. A bit more in shape fer a hog farmer, no?" He glanced at her to see her response. There was also something else nagging at the back of his mind about the name they had been given. He knew he did not know the person but for whatever reason it seemed to stick out in the conversation.

Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
She listened to him as they moved. Blue eyes were a rarity among orcs, to be sure. Thrall was the exception according to Aja’it, she had to take that as true for the moment as her knowledge of orc eyes was lacking. Though, she could not recall ever seeing an orc with blue eyes before so the theory seemed to hold up. “He be in shape an’ day stance. Never seen farmers standin’ like dey presentin’ demselves fer inspection before.” She nodded to herself at that thought, his body language didn’t speak of a hog farmer, not any part of it. “We be watchin’ dis boy den.” She moved through a small cluster of orcs, turning herself to squeeze through a space she didn’t need to, but that was part of the fun for her. Yes, even in such a moment finding sources of enjoyment entered her mind. Once they were free to walk side-by-side again she looked over at Aja’it, “What ‘bout da Darkspear? Tink Dey be knowin’ Dede details too?” Her expression was suspicious as if she was suddenly questioning even the intentions of her tribe. Perhaps this was little more than a cold blooded murder they had be sent after, perhaps there was some political gain among the clans that the two of them were not privy to. It seemed like a stretch, even still, the suspicions were there.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
"I do not know about da Darkspear. Dey are your people, not mine." He reminded her a bit more coldly than he intended. It was one thing to know he was not part of the Darkspear himself, it was another to be dismissed outright for his bloodline. Tied together with Walmi's comments about his tribe not looking for him a sudden wound had been created. Like a bruise that one insisted on poking every few minuets to see if it was healed yet. "I tink de be expecting us ta make de judgment on de boy and dis orc. We best be seekin da Loa's guidance fer dis." He paused and glanced at her with a resolute expression. "If de boy be needin' ta die den he will, but I be thinkin there's more to all dis. Perhaps he be too young to know de crime. When we were young if da elders be tellin us ta go steal some pigs we be doin it without question." That was not so true now. As they had grown their training had shifted away from struck obedience and more towards thinking for themselves, asking questions, working through problems on their own. Perhaps this last bit of training was a test of that. A test of all their skills. He turned his attention back to the road. Without realizing it they had found their way back to the Valley of Strength where all the merchants were. He drew to a stop. "We best be gettin some supplies. Dat far be in da Barrens if I know right. It be a long walk ahead of us."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
“Maybe ya be best ta be givin’ up on dem people of yours.” She smirked at his reply, she could tell it bothered him, at least the treatment and opinion of the forest trolls. She quite enjoyed knowing which strings to pull to annoy him. “Tch.” She pointed a finger at him, “If the da not be needin’ ya die, den dat should be left ta me. Can’t be trustin’ ya wouldn’t burst dem eyes an’ we need ‘em.” She shook her head at him, but the movement of pointing drew her attention to the gold bangle that slid along her arm. It was a pretty thing. “Da loa could be tellin’ us.” She nodded with a grunt, “We be needin’ a sacrifice, an’ I be needin’ some other tings fer dis.” As she spoke she saw an apothecary shop and quickly diverted away from him. She wondered just what ingredients she could acquire there. She had some ideas on tactics running through her mind and she would need to mix up some solutions before those ideas could come to fruition. She didn’t mention when she would return to his side, but he would have been used to her running off on occasion only to join him at a later time.
 Arravien Anderton09/17/2019
He watched her go with a raised brow. Always running off. He didn't comment. Instead he went around to some of the other shops. He did not get much. They would gather water along the river. Food could be hunted for. Their clothing was in good enough shape his small supply of thread and needle could cover any damage they took. He had an array of arrows, toxins, and flammable material to do whatever was needed in that area. Instead he found a small shop that supplied maps and looked over a few of the Barrens so that he could get his footing. Then he went to a goblin's tent where he listened to the small one give a very energetic display of weaponry including the ranged boomsticks which made far too much noise for his liking and the smell of the blasting powder made him want to sneeze. After that he went to a small shop that was selling trinkets and baubles. He wanted something of the city to carry with him. It would be in that more or less useless shop that she would have found him again as he was buying something small wrapped up in a linen rag. He tucked the item away before it could be seen by anyone and had a rather shifty look about him that was most unusual.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/17/2019
Walmi peeled back the purple curtain that created the barrier between the interior of the shop and the outside world. Once inside she let it fall behind her, the beads trailing across the floor as it did so. The air inside the small shop was thick and heavy filled with burning incense which almost made her gag. The shopkeeper was an elderly orc woman who had a necklace made of bone and teeth hanging around her neck and gold hoops adorning her ears. The troll girl wasted no time in collecting the things she desired. Mostly herbs and strange smelling powders, one wrapped in paper the other in vials respectively. She made some small talk with the woman as she collected her items and placed them on the narrow wooden counter. The woman had been here for some time, peddling her wares in the hopes that customers would use them to create potions and remedies for ailments. Walmi had other uses for the ingredients which she didn’t get into. Those gold hoops the woman wore, those she wanted. —- Just as Aja’it tucked his item away Walmi seemed to appear at his side. Whatever purchases she made had been tucked away into the various pouches hanging from her belt. She didn’t seem him with the item, though she did see his expression and part of her wondered if he just stole something. He looked guilty of something, “Ya be ready fer dis task, Aja’it?” She looked at him curiously. The large gold bangle no longer decorated her arm, it was gone. Her hand lifted so a finger could flick the gold hoop hanging from her ear, showing off her newest acquisition.
September 18, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/18/2019
Aja'it narrowed his eyes at her question. She didn't sound cutting or overly hostile like usual, and she had used his name. Something that he could remember so few times he didn't need more then his two hands to count the number. It was strange behavior but perhaps not bad. He glanced at her new ear hoops and felt a brow rise along side his lips. Well she had found something new she liked. Though her sticky fingers made him check that the little wrapped package was still in his pants pocket. He didn't want her to find it which didn't connect just at that moment with the fact that the more he tried to hide it the more she would try to get the small item. He nodded at her, "I be." He thanked the shop keeper which was a very young orc female who giggled as they left. He made his way through the crowded street towards the main gates. "How'd ya manage ta take dem new ear baubles? Pluck em from de case or did ya get cozy wit some orc woman behind me back?" He grinned, in rather good spirits now that they were on their way to something more tangible as a mission goes. Even with the visions in the smoke and the odd nature of their task he felt there was at least a goal. A more difficult challenge to overcome and that excitement showed in his longer stride, higher tones, and how he carried himself taller.

Jocelyn Prescott09/18/2019
Her eyes were immediately drawn to his fumbling at his side. What did he have now? He must have something new, something she may want. Her mind was busy with attempting to guess what it could be, jewels, coin, a new weapon. There were so many possibilities that the thoughts had almost distracted her from his question. “Hm? Bet ya’d be likin’ dat thought.” She snorted and shook her head at him, “Walmi did some tradin’.” Her hand moved to pat one of her pouches. “It was a good trade me tinks.” “Let’s be findin’ dis boy.” She turned from the shop and started through the city once more, unlike Aja’it she spent little time searching for a map or the whereabouts of this farm. She figured it would present itself as needed, or the tree troll would have figured that part out already. He was pretty good at finding places and people, though she would never openly admit he had his uses. He was still just a forest troll, and ugly.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/18/2019
He snorted at her and moved through the city easily enough. In the lore open streets he could more easily weave through the crowds. He stayed quiet for a long time. Through the city, through the main gates and back out to Durotar. Once free of the gates he turned west along the great wall. The afternoon sun made them walk in it's shadow. They wouldn't reach the river by night, perhaps by Dawn if they moved fast enough and then they could rest in the cool air of the Southfury River. He had never been so far west. The shrinking horizon filled him with excitement that after a little while walking his body seemed unable to resist and broke into a long legged jog. Sometime later, when the sun had started it's slow decent, he turned to Walmi and asked a question that had been itching in his mind since that morning. "What you be knowin'bout da resta Kalimdor?" He knew next to nothing. Other than a few landmarks where other races like the tauren lived and some words about high forests and low deserts. It was a land unknown to him as he had dnever had to think of it before. His vision was either the land at his feet with the Darkspear or back home in the Hinterlands. Not this place.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/18/2019
Her eyes moved along the large wall as they moved. She couldn’t deny being impressed by the size of the orc city, even from here. As he moved into a job she followed suit, and noticed the hoops bouncing as they moved. It was a constant reminder of her recent acquisition and far better than the simple studs she wore before. His stride seemed to be much longer than when they traveled through the canyon, and she found her pace needed to be faster for her shorter legs to carry her at his pace.
[3:23 PM]She wasn’t opposed to the silence. It gave her time to think about a number of things. Life after training was complete was one of the main focal points for her. She was not so interested in being given over to the horde by her tribe, she had other plans, but her loyalty was getting in the way of that. There was also Aja’it, he would be gone from her life soon and she would be better for it. Besides, traveling around with some forest troll did not line up with her plans so much. When he finally did speak she looked over at him, “Kalimdor? I be knowin’ plenty. Dere’s a big forest west of dis place. Heard ‘bout some orcs tryin’ ta take it from da elves.” Her returned her gaze to the path ahead, falling quiet for a moment as her breath caught up, “South dere be desert, but I did be hearin’ bout some secret jungle down dere. Doubt it be anyting like da jungles of me people. Still wouldn’t be mindin’ ta see it.” She suddenly let out a chuckle, “Why ya be askin’ bout dis? Ain’t ya be headin’ back ya dem tree trolls after dis?” She looked over at him again curious, she couldn’t count a single day that passed where he didn’t mention the Eastern Kingdoms at least in some capacity. Her eyes returned to the horizon and the corners pulled a bit as her eyes narrowed, “Dere be riches in Kalimdor.” There was a determination in her voice. She had heard a number of stories of ruins and riches on this continent. When she had thought about how she wanted it all, these were part of that all that always entered her thoughts.
September 19, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
Aja'it didn't respond. Not at once anyway. For a moment while running he appeared to be a little sad. The look was gone by the time his other foot came down on the dry earth. "A course I be goin back home. What ya think I'm gonna follow ya round de rest a my life? Ruining your day be fun an all but dis not be where I belong." He chuckled and continued moving at his quick pace. Perhaps he was actually running from the visions they had been given. The more he thought about them the more he felt that he would likely not return home for a very long time. None of the images were in that land, they were here. "Der be riches everywhere fer a troll like you. Ya got yer ways a bein crafty no matter where ya be." He chuckled and shook his head. It was growing darker now and for a moment he thought about slowing to a stop but ignored the impulse. They had a challenge to overcome. The orcs usually had straightforward goals. They were not a terribly complex people. Even their naming structure was so simple. Fathers and sons sharing similar names instead of standing on their own. Aja'it came to a sudden skidding stop. "What was da name a da boy?" He of course knew perfectly well what it was but he needed to hear it.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
“Tch. I don’ be expectin’ ya ta be runnin’ wit me. I don’ be wantin’ dat either.” She smirked over at him, even if he decided not to return to the Eastern Kingdoms there would be no reason for him to remain traveling with her. It was better he didn’t, he would just get in her way and ruin things the way he had back in Razor Hill. There was a glint in her eye at his compliment. It was good to hear, and it was most likely true, but the riches she sought were in Kalimdor. She had heard so many legends and knew there were more places to be explored and picked clean. There were probably people she hadn’t met before too, they would have unique riches. Each culture had different ideas of what held value, and she wanted to get her hands on them. She hadn’t noticed him come to an abrupt stop and she overshot him, needing to turn around and return to stand before him. “Ya don’ be rememberin’?” She tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips, breathing heavier but quickly recovering from the exertion of their run. “Denorik said dat boy’s name be Renoric. The one wit da blue eyes at da farm.” She tilted her head as she looked at him, clearly he had something running through that odd mind of his. And now she needed to know what, “What’s goin’ on in dat thick skull a-yers?”
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
Aja'it frowned. "Denorik, da father and Renoric, da son? It be lining up wit how da orcs name der children." He wasn't sure if what he was saying was right but it felt right. It explained the disappointment the orc had in his tone, to cold way he dismissed the idea of torture, even the extent he was willing to go. No one ever got so angry over anything like they did family. "Do ya tink it be true?" He looked into her face with a frown. If it wasn't true there was something even stranger going on. It it was true... That was a different matter all together. A father using horde resources to kill his son over some pigs. And what was worse having someone else do it instead of looking the boy in the eye so that he could go in peace and not have his spirit linger in torment.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
She listened to him but raised her narrow shoulders in a shrug, “Don’ be carin’ ‘bout dat so much.” She looked at him for a moment, clearly something about the whole idea was weighing on him, “We don’ be knowin’ if dat’s true or just two people with similar names. ‘Sides, dat part don’ be concernin’ us, do it?” She raised a hand to rub her chin as she gave it some thought, “why ya be so worried ‘bout it? Da job be da job. Startin’ ta Carr ‘bout dem green skins now?” She chuckled as she teased him. Perhaps it was the man’s son, perhaps he was using horde resources to kill him for whatever reason. Still, his death may have been called for and the weak butcher couldn’t do it on his own. None of that mattered so much. For her, the objective was to complete their task and finish the training. Then...we’ll, she didn’t know what was to follow but it had to be better than this.
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
He wrinkled up his face in disgust at her mention if caring for the orcs. They were base creatures. They lost against elves and humans and let themselves become chained and broken. They were no better than the others. Still, a father killing a son had bad moojoo all over it. Being the hand that did the deed felt dishonorable. "I not be carin for dem Walmi. Don't go mistaken me own thoughts fer care. Da mark left on da soul for killing yer own be a dark one. If it be true. We just have to wait an see." He started to walk, continuing west. His pace was kept at a walk though, a chance to rest. This task was growing more complex. The challenge however didn't deter him. Instead it seemed to excite him. Their task was to complete their training and to do that they had to kill what was possibly the son of a disgruntled pig farmer, or a simple thief, or something far more dangerous. Then once the deed was done he would be free to seek what his loa intended him to find. Somewhere in that desert. "It be gettin dark." He commented to change the subject. He didn't stop walking though as the air grew dark and a chill started to creep in. The moon gave plenty of light in the flatlands.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
“Dat boy ain’t onna our own. Dat be the da orc’s problem, if it be true.” She nodded sharply as she spoke. She leaned her weight onto one leg as she looked at him, “An’ I just wanna be sure ya didn’t go gettin’ soft on dem green skins. I don’ be trustin’ dem one bit. Dey mighta done good tings fer da Darkspear once, but I be tinkin’ now dey just wanna be usin’ us fer dere ranks.” The tribe was following the orcs and their horde, seeking to repay them for Thrall’s good deeds back in the Eastern Kingdoms. Being the untrusting woman she was, she had her suspicions that it was only done as a ploy to use the bond to lock the Darkspear into the service of a struggling horde. When he started walking she fell into pace beside him, her eyes moving to the darkening horizon, “We could be travelin’ through da night. Be gettin’ us dere sooner.” She moved a finger to rest on her chin as she muttered those words, “We best be stoppin’ though. Gotta be consultin’ da loa me tinks.” Walmi looked over at Aja’it curiously, “Tink Dey could be guidin’ us fer dis ting?” She wasn’t troubled by the task, but Aja’it had planted a seed of doubt in her mind about the bad juju that could follow the task. Perhaps it would make the two wanted for the murder of some orc’s kin. That may have been the plan, Denorik could be rid of his son and place the blame on two trolls that no one would care to hear from. She did start to wonder more about why the orc wished for the boy to die. It seemed excessive to send the two of them to deal with a boy, they were well trained and it was a waste of their talents in her mind.

Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
Aja'it nodded at her. His rituals were done in the light of dawn when the hunter was stiring and the great eagles were waking but he knew many Darkspear preferred the adding light of the day in hopes they would receive dreams or see changes in the sky. "We be stoppin den." He stopped to look around for a sheltered place they could camp. There wasn't much and the ground had turned from rocks and sand to rocks and more rocks and some hard packed red earth. He spotted a large standing stone in the distance and motioned toward it with a flick of his jaw. "Least we be gettin a break from da wind there." He didn't mind the wind, infact it was one of the only redeemable qualities of this land, but the night winds were cold and cut to the bone at times. He knew Walmi would appreciate the cover. Of course it was only so that he didn't have to listen to her moaning and teeth chattering. Damn woman. He started off in that direction, his pace slow and ambling as if he didn't really care to go and rest. He wanted to continue on their way. But she was right, the Loa would give them guidance and if he was right now they handled this last training would determine their fate. Not just with the Darkspear in her case but as a whole. A miss step now would not being him closer to what was next for him. Be that the Hinterlands or a barren desert somewhere alone. "Not far from de river now. We will follow it South to de bridge. Der be crocks in den waters so we can't be floating down with the current but it be less dry den dis place, eh?"
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
“Stoppin’ an’ consultin’ da loa.” She added as they moved, being out of the wind would be more desirable to her. She looked forward to asking the loa for guidance, hoping her loa could provide more guidance than his had. She followed him towards the cover from the wind, “I could be usin’ some of dat water. Crocks er not.” She needed it to prepare an offering for Shadra. She would be the loa that would guide her on this path, she knew it. She moved toward the standing stone, her eyes focused on it as they approached. She had more questions than answers now, it seemed each possible answer manifested two more questions in its place. She was beginning to become unsure of this deed.
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
They were too far from the river to reasonably go and get any so Aja'it pulled his water skin from his belt and handed it over in her direction. It was about half full after he had used it through their running. "Ya should be carryin more water. Don't know what kinda water we be expectin in da Barrens but it likely ain't much." He moved towards the standing stone and drew his bow. Being one of the only landmarks for a few miles he guessed it might have other travelers near by or scorpids and even a raptor possibly living in it's shadow. He silently set an arrow and half drew the bow casually while they walked. His bow was thicker than most and had a high draw weight as well as a funny tilt to the right which made the weapon nearly impossible for most people to use without getting snapped in the arm and most of the time the aim was off anyway. It was also a simple weapon with no adornments on it. "You be talking to your Loa tonight an I will talk to mine in da dawn." He glanced around as they came up to the stone and moved into it's shadow away from the wind. Once satisfied that there was nothing too dangerous about he settled his bow back in place and started to clear rocks and sharp thorns from the ground he intended to sleep on. "Ya be needin anyting else fer ya ritual?" He asked offhand as he worked. He wasn't even too sure why he bothered, she could get whatever she needed herself. They were her loa, not his.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
She took the waterskin from him with a nod. Well, that would settle that. She tested its weight to see how much it contained, she would t need much and this was more than enough. Some should be left over for drinking until they reached more water, “Dis should do.” She nodded at him in acknowledgement which may have been taken as thanks. It wasn’t. She was quite capable of acquiring her own water if need be. She watched him curiously for a moment as he asked if she needed anything else. She found that to be a strange thing, a gesture? Odd. “Jus’ be needin’ da fire. I be havin’ everyting else needed fer da queen.” She moved into the rock behind him and started clearing her own area for sleeping. She set the waterskin aside and wasted no time in sitting cross legged. Her hands went to work removing things from the pouches at her waist. A small stone bowl not much bigger than the palm of her hand, a flat stone for grinding things in the bowl, two small vials, and a few portions of what looked like herbs wrapped in paper. She set to the task organizing things, not looking up as she spoke, “Tink ya could be gettin’ dat fire goin’ fer ol’ Walmi?”
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
Aja'it raised a brow at her. Start a fire? With what exactly? He looked around to see if there was a small scrub bush or a dead tree around. There was hardly anything. He snorted and set his small pack down along with his bow to take up one of his axes instead. Grumbling to himself he went to a small patch of bushes and starts to gather twigs and brush. It wouldn't be a grand or long fire, but it would cause flames when he was through. Of course it wouldn't take much to put out a flame built with such twigs so he also gathered stones to build a wall against the wind. If he was going to try and build a fire he was going to do the thing properly. When he returned he set to work making the small pit and layering the twigs in properly. Ya be askin for more a mirical if ya be hoping dis fire burn longer den a hour if dat." He worked the twigs until he was happy and then went to gather more so that there was plenty there to be used. Well plenty in the case of desert fire goes anyway. Once that was done he came back and settled, squatting down near her and watching what he could of her ritual. It seemed only fiar he invade her privacy as she had been able to watch his ritual in full that morning
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
She listened to him storm off, at least it sounded like he was storming off. She was occupied with her task and could not be so concerned with him. She unrolled the paper and added a few springs of the herbs to the bowl. Using the small flat stone she began grinding them in the mortar, not stopping until they were a fine a powder. Then she picked up the wine skin and added a small drop of water to turn the powder into more of a paste. “Dat be long enough.” She picked up a dark colored vial and removed the stopper. She was sure to hold it away from her face as she did so, it would do little good to inhale those fumes. She tipped the vial slowly until two small drops of a thick green colored liquid fell into her paste. She quickly replaced the stopper and tucked the vial away. She placed the bowl between her crossed legs and began to chant. Her dialect was that of the Grubashi empire, it was similar enough to be understood though the emphasis on some of the words was made in different syllables than was the norm of the modern troll language. She pulled one of her daggers from her sheath as she continued the speech. The tempo was slow and deliberate. Her free hand moved over the bowl and she used the tip of the blade to to slice into the pad of her thumb. A few drops of blood fell into the bowl, and after tucking her dagger away she went to grinding the paste some more, being sure her own blood and the green liquid were mixed throughout. She pulled one of the stones from the fire’s wall and set it in front of her. Her cut thumb which had not healed just yet was pushed into the mixture which caused a wince to form on her features as the poison began to seep into the wound. Pain often accompanied her rituals when it came to Shadra.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
She felt the effect of the poison begin to move through her hand and up her arm. She used her cut thumb to smear the mixture over the flat stone which took three passes to use it all. “I don’t be recommendin’ ya breathe dis in, boy.” Before Aja’it had a chance to respond her chanting began once more. She placed the stone with the mixture in the center of the flames. The flames could come around the edges to kiss the concoction and let it begin to burn in a toxic incense that would rise with the smoke. Her chants asked Shadra, the venom queen, for visions of guidance on the current task, with their current task. She wished to ask for visions beyond the moment, but with Aja’it’s gawking eyes right beside her, she decided against that. He was a bossy tree troll who was undeserving of seeing or hearing such things.
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
There was a long moment where no answer was given. It looked as if the Loa might not answer Walmi but from somewhere in the darkness a small spider made its way into the firelight and up onto Walmi's knee. The little spider just sat there, doing nothing in particular but it was a sign that the loa was listening. After a few more moments the young female troll would start to see an image in her mind. A full spiral web glinted in Walmi's mind, a spider busy at work pulling on the strands to make the web perfectly in balance. Between each strand, in the open space, an image formed. To look at the whole it would look like a fractured mirror showing a hundred worlds. Still most were hazy and far off. The vision moved from one image to the next as the strings around them were pulled and reset. There was the image of a black lion, blood dripping from the muzzle and roaring over some kill that looked specifically like a troll. Another image was that of an old stone and metal building hammer laying in the dirt and covered in blood and mud. The spider in the center twitched the strings of her webbing again and a larger opening began to show a moving image. A path through the golden grasses to a hut backed by mountains where an old orc was working at a forge. Tending to the bellows was a young orc, no older than nine, and small for his age. He looked scrawny(edited)
[10:09 PM]and weak compared to the old one but he worked the bellows with all his strength. When there was a pause the young orc cleared the sweat from his brow and looked directly at Walmi's presence. When he did it was clear to see he had bright blue eyes, nearly white. The image moved so that it tumbled through the child's eye and into the past where a younger Denorik, seen clearly for the same hair style he was wearing at present. The younger version in the vision carried a bundle on wolf back on the same path that Aja'it and she had just walked that day, and the vision followed to the spot they were currently camped. The orc lowered a bundle of rags at the base of the rock formation and spurred his wolf back to Orgrimmar without looking back. The images of the vision slowed and centered in on the spider who said in a whispy tone, "sssspeak child of mine and I will listen and tell you the strands of your fate. Three questions are you to ask but beware for poison is knowledge in the wrong ear."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
Walmi paid careful attention to the images that appeared in her mind’s eye. There were so many things being shown to her by her loa, or one of them actually. She knew her task, where she needed the guidance but the images, some did not seem relevant to it but they drew out her curiosity. It was a normal weakness for her. She was being shown more than she had asked, and so was the way of Shadra. Sometimes the loa would do such as a test, often Walmi would fail that test. She spread her arms apart as she focused on the speaking spider, “Great Shadra, me be tankin’ ya fer answerin’ me pleas an’ blessin’ me wit dese images.” She paused for a moment, allowed her words to fade into the loa’s ears before continuing, “Please. Be tellin’ me whose body be layin’ below dat king of da cats.” She immediately scolded herself mentally, she should have asked about the bundle of rags, about Denorik and Renoric, instead she was concerned with some black lion that may have meant very little to her current path.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
The strange voice of the loa echoed a bit as she answered, "Someone that you know, and someone that you do not know. Time tells all things Walmi and blood tells more. The blood you have seen will be the first mark on the path of your real destiny." The spider in the middle of the web seemed to lose a leg, as if counting down the questions. Shadra had many eyes, many limbs, many paths and many riddles. Her way was to spin truths and stories until it all blended to one to catch her prey.
 
 
 
[11:32 PM]Aja'it watched in silence as to him it appeared that Walmi had fallen silent and nothing was happening but the troll knew the feel of the loa better than most. He knew there was something going on and he dare not speak. If he broke the connection it could do great harm both spiritually to Walmi, but also physically and it felt dishonorable to do such a thing. Loa were sacred ground that they, as much as they hated one another, could not spit upon.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
Walmi considered the answer for a few moments in silence. She knew of lions in the Barrens, their current destination. A black one though, she had never heard of. Besides, the image could have been little more than a metaphor. Shadra had a beautiful way of weaving that web. Walmi admired that about her, and it was something she often strives to be able to do on the mortal plane, among the people she encountered. The blood being the first mark on the path of her real destiny was intriguing, she wanted to know what that path was. If it was the path she sought, or some other path she would be thrust down. The orc. She refrained from following that red herring for the time being. They were tasked with something different. “I look forward to walkin’ down dis path wit yer guidance, my queen.” She paused and considered her next question a bit further, “Dat bundle ‘o rags. Why da orc be leavin’ dem in dis place?” Her eyes narrowed for a moment, not out of anger, it was a look of both concentration and determination. When she would commune with Shadra, the loa would test her at every turn, even try to trick her. It was an odd relationship, but one Walmi enjoyed. There was information to be had and it was a challenge to acquire it. It was no different than the thrill she felt from taking things from people while being watched, only on a much grander scale. As she dealt with the loa in her mind, goosebumps could be seen rising below the light coating of peach fuzz that covered her flesh. It was brought on by the excitement.
 Arravien Anderton09/19/2019
"Because he did not want it silly girl!" The loa laughed. "He left it here hoping the natural world would take his unwanted thing away. It did, but he his cowardice will pay the price one day. It seems up to you to determine that fate." The loa moved through the web to twitch a line into place that had gotten out of order. Picking and pulling at it with such little detail and perfection until it was back in place. Drawing the lines of truth and lies back into a whole.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/19/2019
She didn’t seem to show a reaction to the mockery by the loa. It would be one of the few times she didn’t have an immediate response or witty quip to retaliate. She stared quietly for a few moments, thinking and her attention was drawn to the web as it was aligned. “Will ya show Walmi what became of what was in dem rags? What became of dis ting we were set on da path ta seek. Dis ting dat Me an ‘ da tree troll be tasked wit destroyin’.” There was a humbleness to her tone, it sounded almost like a pleading. She needed to get a glimpse of what they were sent to kill, to see it, to watch it as they had agreed to do. Perhaps even only a vision of a few brief moments would provide her with some insight on exactly what they were chasing.
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 Arravien Anderton09/20/2019
The images faded away into nothing but the stillness of Walmi's own mind. After a moment, just long enough for the young troll to feel like she had been abandoned by her loa the response came, "You already be seein what became of the rags Walmi. You have already seen that which you must seek. Blue eyes in the light of the forge. The better question you should be askin' was 'why da tree troll be wit ya now." There was silence then. The loa had answered the three questions she had promised and given many more riddles for her disciple to unweave and put back together again in a spanning masterpiece of connected lies and truths. Aja'it remained still and quiet as the little spider on Walmi's knee scurried off back into the darkness. It seemed to him the ritual was over. An hour had passed he guessed but he had kept the fire burning the whole time and waited patiently. He was good at that. At some point he ahd sat down on his rear and corssed his legs and closed his eyes. not to sleep but to meditate on his own thoughts and visions.(edited)
September 28, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
She narrowed her eyes for a brief second. Shadra had answered her questions, but she felt as if she were being toyed with through those riddles. It did make sense to her, at least the part about the blue eyed orc. Why Aja’it was with her made little sense beyond the elders tasking the two with this assignment. She didn’t need some tree troll to accompany her, it seemed simple enough to end an orc. In the vision the orc didn’t seem like much of a challenge, perhaps the butcher who sent them on this path would have provided more challenge. As the vision faded away her face relaxed slightly and she took a deep breath, “Dis task..” she shocked her head and looked over at Aja’it, “Dere be plenty more ‘bout dis den it be appearin’.” She nodded to herself and moved her arms around her midsection as if there was a sudden chill, but the temperature has not changed. “Dat much be clear.”

Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
Aja'it tilted his head to the side and opened his eyes as she started to speak. Well at least she was now fully on board with the idea that there was more here as he had asserted from the start. Or it seemed she agreed at any rate. He shifted, leaning forward to put the last of the twigs in the small fire. They sputtered and smoked before they caught fire, sending up a shower of small sparks as what little moisture in them expanded and then exploded out of the wood cage. "Ya were gone some time. What did ya loa say?" He turned his eyes back to her, the fire light only casting sharp shadows on his features, making the line of his jaw stand out more and the ridges of his high cheekbones. It also caught the light of his amber eyes turning them blazing orange without his usual magic tricks. It was all together an eeri and quite pleasing look. Or it would have been to anyone that wasn't Walmi no doubt. "Der be much ta dis we don' understand. Perhaps knowin what ya be hearin we can make a better plan."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
“Dat orc.” She shifted a bit in her spot so she was facing him. Though she was not square with him still, she kept her torso at an angle, “Da first one. He be da one dat abandoned da target when he be a babe.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug, “Dat’s about it.” She raised a finger to her chin before adding, “Dis orc be a blacksmit.” She decided not to mention the black lion or the dead troll. There was no reason to mention that, besides, she considered that part of her vision to be private. There was still the question of why Aja’it was here. That question seemed like it would continue to haunt her for some tome, at least until she had more insight on it. “Da mornin’.” She nodded slowly as she watched him, “In Da mornin’ we be findin’ dis one. We be understandin’ more when we find ‘em, me tinks.” She began putting her things away, tucking the bowl and the pestle away into the pouches at her waist, “Not sure where dis path be leadin’ us yet, but we be goin’. “
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
Aja'it did not press her. The talk of the loa was still closed, to both of them though part of him was glad that they had at least been in the same area for their rituals. It showed him that perhaps she was not so faithless as he had assumed. A curious thing though she was still a witch. He went to set up his own small alter, turning his back to her with the task. He set a stone flat and set his loa there to watch over him in the night. He would make his offereing in the morning as he always did. Once this was done he settled himself down on his back and looked up at the sky. The stars were thick over the black blanket and he wondered for the briefest of moments what the stars saw when they looked down at this world. "We be reachin da bridge before the day be gettin on too late. If dis one be a smith then da guards there can tell us more about him I be thinkin."
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
She watched him set up his alter quietly. She found his rituals to be different from hers, though that was true of most trolls. Weird tree troll that he was. Still, he had kept a fire going long enough. Once he settled in, she did the same, as far away from him as she could muster in the small space. She rested on her side, using her elbow to prop herself up to look over at him, “Da guards might be knowin’ da blue eye smith. Dat’s soundin’ ‘bout right.” She shifted slightly, bending her knee to pull one leg over the other, “If dey don’ want ta be talkin’ den we have ta make dem.” She raised a hand to let her fingers flick one of the gold hoops that hung from her ear, “Dat shouldn’t be too hard, eh?” A smirk started to form on her lips at the thought of loosening the lips of the guards of the need arose.
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
He grinned, almost without realizing it. "Aye, dat be true enough." He turned his head slightly to look over where she had settled and for a moment, the tinniest flicker of contentment came over him. He was more or less free of the Darkspear, out in the open world, and soon he would be free to leave as well. His grin turned crooked as he turned back to look at the stars. "I be wakin' ya when it be time." The turned over, his back to her, and tucked his arm under his head. He wasn't tired. Sure his body was drained form the day of running but his mind turned over itself in thought. the images of their smoke vision, what she had said about the target being abandoned as a child. He hadn't let it on but that detail disturbed him a great deal. A child, abandoned to the elements and left to die. There had to be a reason. One orphan to another he knew this boy would indeed be more than they thought.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
She didn’t respond to him, though he watched him for a few moments as he turned away. The moss on his back, the way the light of what remained of the fire caught it. Disgusting. She snorted to herself and turned to lay on her back and take her turn at staring up at the stars. Who...or what was this black lion from her vision? Would it kill Aja’it? Not that she cared a great deal if that were true. He was a nuisance and him being made her responsibility was still irritating. Though those thoughts drove her to another. Why was he there? It was something that began to gnaw at her mind. Perhaps he was there as a sacrifice in order to complete their task. Perhaps the black lion was the orc they sought, and Aja’it’s death would provide her the opportunity to end him. She mulled the thought over, he was decent enough bait. Besides, if he were to die he would have less opportunity to get on her nerves. She continued thinking of the future, of things that could be, of things the way she wanted them to be, and how the two would cross paths at some middle ground. Her thoughts continued until the stars seemed to blur and fade as she drifted off to sleep. She hasn’t taken the time to stow her dagger in the dirt beside her, however a hand did rest over one of their hilts. It was another compromise she had unconsciously made.
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
As the black sky began to turn grey Aja'it woke silently. He had turned over in his sleep so that he was looking over at Walmi when his eyes opened. He frowned. Perhaps he had heard something in the night that had dawn his attention. He sat and stretched, his joints snapping as he did. His hair was rumpled and his warpaint askew so he began to prepare for his usual morning ritual. He started to hum his enchanting song so as to not wake Walmi and have her eyes on him again. He set out the little bowl of incense and with the small core of fire he had set it to smoking. While he hummed he cleared the paint from his face and began to apply a new color, today it was white and yellow instead of white and green. Then he set his hair up in the high mow hawk he had taken years to cultivate. He had actually never cut his hair and had grown rather fond of it. The mixture was made from several herbs and frog slime but mixed with oils of fragrant plants which gave him a pleasing and earthy smell that spiked in the nose as something faintly spicy. With himself presentable to the world again he picked up his humming in earnest. With no animal to sacrifice he chose to carve a chunk of his own arm out for his loa. He faltered slightly as he sliced through the moss and skin to the flesh under it all. The wound was only as large as an orc's thumb and would heal in a few days . A small price for his loa. He set it in the burning smoke but nothing happened. This seemed to be the usual response to his morning rituals. Still he remained to finish his prayer and at last, once he had cleared the carvings away and back into their pouch he turned back to Walmi in order to wake her.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
Walmi continued to sleep through Aja’it’s ritual, stirring only slightly as the smell of incense caught her nose. She did not wake however, she was too occupied. Her mind was a blaze with possibilities. It may have been a dream or a vision, she wouldn’t know which. What she did see were streets paved in gold, and those who she passed while walking down those streets took a step back so as not to block her path. When she looked to her left there was no annoying tree troll beside her, in his place there stood a wolf, though it was larger than a common wolf, it may have been a Worg that the orcs rode around on. She felt a weight on her back as she moved and she twisted slightly to see the gilded cape that hung from her shoulders. She hadn’t seen such a city before, especially a troll city. Perhaps it was a vision of the former empire. She turned her eyes up to the large structure before her, which also seemed to be inlaid with gold. The walls came together and formed nearly a point at its top. Well, this was a place for the eyes. She took a step to the right to address a nearby troll. The troll didn’t appear to be Darkspear, there was gold in its skin. It was a sight to behold. She wondered just what ritual it took to do such a thing. As she opened her mouth to speak, it all faded away to nothingness. She blinked a couple times to see the grey sky overhead. She turned her head to see the forest troll waking her from her slumber. He had ruined a wonderful experience to bring her back to the moment. It took her some time to get her bearings and to separate her dream from the current moment. “Ya be da worst companion in da history of da empire, ya know dis?” She snorted and sat up, running her hands through her tall pink hair. She adjusted the braids so they hung over her chest once more, much better than how they seemed to spread out while she slept.
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
Aja, who had been in a good mood up to that point frowned. He stood fully and stalked over to the fire which he kicked to spread the ashes to the wind and to dislodge the stones and return the spot to it's natural state. He was seething. He was a horrible companion? What about her with her smug attitude, and her judgements of his person and his loa? Hmm, what about her with her little noises while she slept interrupting the silence of the night? He sneered and went to stand on a small ridge a few paces away facing south where they would need to go. "Fine den ya majesty, ya be wakin yaself up next time ta find a empty camp. I won't be waitin all day fer ya ta rise an do what need be done." He tossed over his shoulder as he waited. It was amazing how one little comment from her could ruin what had promised to be a good morning. There were a few clouds, promising some shade from the blistering sun, and there was a golden sunrise happening at the moment. Not that he could appreciate it any more. She really was a witch.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
She watched his tantrum and heard his words. To say she didn’t smile at least a little bit would be a lie. She liked how easily she could set him off, besides, she spoke the truth. He ruined her exploration of the golden city, wherever that was. She would’ve known if given a few more moments to ask that other troll. She rolled her eyes at him as she stood and brushed herself off. Touchy thing, perhaps it was natural for his kind. It’s difficult to develop social skills when you spend all your time trees talking to birds. She had to stifle a chuckle as she moved over to stand behind him, looking beyond him to the land below the ridge. “Walmi be preferrin’ highness over majesty. It be good enough though.” She smirked from behind him, “Think we might be findin’ dis boy taday? Would really be likin’ ta get dis whole ting over wid.” Yes. Get the training over with and move onto the next thing, the next goal to be chased.
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
He snorted at her. "Not if ya keep gabbin on." He started out at a dead run knowing that she could catch up to him. If the hurried, and perhaps got a ride from the guard post on wolf back they could reach that farm by the end of the day. It would be a long day though and even with the help of wolves he doubted they would find the boy. Which was fine by him. He would blame it on her needing her sleep. He didn't slow his pace even as she caught up to him and he intended on pushing her limits. He took them slightly South West and soon they reached the Southfury River which roared on their right hand side. The banks were covered in the tracks of boar, raptor, and scorpid and in the water they could clearly see the six-legged croslisks the river was known for. He admired the power of the river and not for the first time wondered by there was no loa of the river here. It seemed powerful and life giving enough to be worshiped though he knew the orcs were not as intuitive with such matters as his own kind and the Tauren would have called any such spirit an Elemental or a Wild God. He shook his head slightly.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
She watched him take off at his run for a moment. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him move. Well, what was eating him? Grumpiest forest troll on Azeroth. She grumbled to herself and started off after him. Maybe he was trying to escape again? That was probably it, escape and leave her to her embarrassment. Bastard. She was able to catch up to him as they reached the river, though it did take its toll. She had to push herself a bit harder than she would’ve liked. Her breathing was already heavier than normal as she fell into step beside him. Her eyes didn’t move from the path ahead, and she was sure to be on the opposite of him, away from the river. He couldn’t be trusted, especially this far from the village. Find the boy, be done with it, and move on. That’s what was on her mind. That and some possibly imaginary golden city. “Grumpy...ass..” she was able to mutter out without losing her breath or her stride.

Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
For a moment he wasn't sure that he had heard her right through the sound of their feet hitting the earth and their breathing. Once he decided he had heard he grinned, his grumpy mood swing seeming to correct itself. "Least I be havin one. Ya jungle trolls be havin no meat on ya bones." He grinned. That was obviously not true, and Walmi was no exception but even so forest troll legs and hips were lined with thick muscles that made his statement a little more valid. The river was loud in his ear and it soothed him. The cool air raising from the water made the strain of their faster pace a little less taxing. It also reminded him of the cold sea side village of his birth in a small way. He stepped closer to the river as they ran, his feet seeking the cooler earth.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
Well, what did he know? That was lies. “Dat be wrong!” She used a hand to swat at her backside to emphasize her statement. The motion caused her to lose a few paces and she had to work to get back into step beside him, “not...dat...ya...ever...” she started panting and decided not to finish her statement as speaking was taxing on her pace. She grumbled what was left of the sentence under her breath, deciding it was too difficult not to finish such a statement. She squinted her eyes as she looked ahead, this pace would leave her burned out by midday, and while she was aware of that fact she would never openly admit it. Especially not to him. Oh the fun he would have with such knowledge! She decided instead to focus on breathing. Taking deeper breaths in and out in a controlled manner instead of shorter rapid breaths. When they finally stopped she would have plenty of time to continue to rib the worst companion in history.
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
He laughed openly, losing a few steps of his own but the laughter was short lived. At a full run even he was not immune to the pain in his muscles and the shortness of breath. He prayed to Halazzi that they would be able to find strong wolves at the outpost to take them the rest of the way. The lord of the hunt provided many things to those that understood what it was to ask. The Jungle trolls had no such ideas. "Ya be... needin a break... ol' Walmi? ....Soundin' a bit winded." He teased her ruthlessly. It was one of the only things he had ground to stand on with her and he relished it though he did drop the speed a half measure. His pride would kill them both before the day was out if they kept this pace. In the distance though, he could see the faint image of a tower though he said nothing. The heat images of the desert could be tricky things and the sun was only just now at the height where such mirages would be starting to show.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
She grumbled at his question. Damn troll was always trying to raise her ire, he would pay for it one of these days. He wasn’t wrong, she could use a break, but she wasn’t about to yield to such things. She was far too stubborn. “Ya be....soundin’ a bit...ugly..”. She snorted at him but was more than thankful that his speed decreased if only slightly. It was as if running at the slower pace was a break in itself. It gave her legs a chance to stop burning and her lungs a chance to recover from the exertion. She wouldn’t voice her thanks to him, but she was relieved. “Dat tower.” She glanced over at him finally, “Da guards be dere fer sure.”
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
He frowned at her comeback but kept on running in silence for a bit. Even when she pointed out the tower he only nodded. Partly so that he could conserve his breath. The tower was a bit far off still. The flatlands of this part of Durotar made it seem far closer than it was. Still Aja was sure that it was really there now. The bright red paint and flags were unmistakable even from this distance. The other part was a sudden confusion at her insult. For whatever reason her calling him ugly in the moment had given him pause. He realized that to a jungle troll he was probably ugly though that opinion was clearly wrong, but the reminder made him wonder what he looked like compared to other forest trolls. When he returned home to his village would he no longer be considered so? It was an interesting question to say the least. Well interesting to him.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
"Closer be closer, eh?" She looked at him curiously when he didn't respond with some witty quip. Aja'it had a habit of falling silent and getting lost in his own thoughts. Most of the time she just figured he was paying attention to what he needed to, he would rather daydream than focus on the task at hand. She shook her head and returned her gaze to the path before them, "Soon. Dis be done." Her singlemindedness took over again and the only thing she could concern herself with was finishing this training and moving on. She still wasn't exactly sure what that would entail but it had to be better than playing chaperone to some forest troll. The image of the black lion crept back into her mind, it seemed to be more frequent since the vision Shadra showed her. Especially when she gave thought to Aja'it, as little thought as she allowed. It was a curious thing, but she had no intention of trying to ask for further guidance. It was too soon and the venom queen would most likely scold her and only lie. Perhaps if she were to provide a better offering the loa's response would change. It was something she could at least consider.
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
Aja'it blinked and nodded. "Aye, closer be closer." He glanced at her and then turned back to their path. After a few moment he asked, "Ya be needin' ta do de talkin'. Ain't no backwater guard be interested in tradin' words wit me." His brow furrowed as he looked ahead. And he didn't want to have anything to do with any orc guards. In all honesty he expected the same treatment the butcher had given him. Silence, hostility. He snorted. The great downfall of the Horde would be their prejudice against outsiders they had scorned. The Forest Trolls fought along side the Horde once and now what was he but a common thief and murderer in their eyes? He was quiet for a bit more time until their feet finally hit the tamped down roadway. The bridge was directly to their right and over it the tower. Aja'it could count thirty five guards though no doubt there were more. A small hut and pen had been set up for the wolves of the outriders and as a place for the kodo caravans to stop. There was a road that lead along the river's far bank back north and the other went west as far as they eye could see, up and over a hill. He took a moment to slow his breathing and shake out the faint numbness in his toes as he looked around the area for possible threats and even a temporary forge. Perhaps they would get lucky and the boy would be there already. Though sadly he did not see one at hand. He looked to Walmi and motioned her across the bridge so that he could take up a place behind her.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
“T’ought dat was da plan da whole time?” She gave him a curious glance, she knew the orcs would most likely respond to him in a less than favorable manner. That’s what he got for being a forest troll. The fact that he traveled with a Darkspear may have kept the outright hostility at bay when it came to the orcs. Then again, it may not have. She still wasn’t sure how the Darkspear would fit in with this horde they were suddenly bound to. Perhaps the horde would use the trolls the same way she often used her tools. A snort escaped her at the thought, and there was a brief anger in her gaze but it was quickly quelled. It would do little good to appear hostile to the guards who knew nothing about either of them. It could definitely complicate things. She stepped onto the bridge, falling into a slow walk. The slower movement allowed her to show off her form as she moved to the guards that would be paying attention to their approach. Her steps were slow and controlled, forced her hips out to either side much like how she approached the orc at the inn. Troll women were different than orc women, and she knew these differences were often more appealing to their males. Nearly half way across the bridge she decided to busy herself with adjusting the resting position of those braids. They draped down her chest intentionally to draw the eye to what would be behind them. She may have been young, but she learned early on how to appeal to those around her, whatever their preferences be.
 
 
[10:12 PM]As they finally reached the opposite side of the bridge she paused before the guards standing there and offered them both a smile around her tusks. It wasn’t a smile that would be mistaken for weakness, though it was enough, she hoped, she remove any suspicion of being a threat, “Dis place be sometin’ ya be havin’ all da way out here, eh?” Her voice was calm and even as she looked between the pair of guards. Her posture may have been relaxed but her eyes were busy. She was studying their postures, their equipment, possibly looking for a trinket or two she may want to add to her collection of things.
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
He followed after her, keeping his eyes on the guards as if waiting for them to do something like pull a weapons. At least he had been looking at the guards. Then his eye had caught the change in her walk. At first he assumed it was her stalking crouch. She had a unique way of walking when she was stalking a kill and he had gotten used to it over the years. This however was different. His eyes were watching her form and really seeing it, probably not for the first time but it was the first time he could remember. She was shapely and strong. His brow furrowed and he felt a flash of anger building in him. What a horrible trick she was playing, on all of them. Filthy jungle troll. The two guards looked her over. One was an older orc with pure white hair and the other seemed younger. It was the younger one that spoke up first, "The Outrider's post is an important location." Clearly he was trying to impress her. The older orc grunted, "Passin' through to the Crossroads?" Behind the two a patrol of about ten orcs seemed to be getting ready to leave. Their worgs dressed in battle plate and snarling at one another.

Jocelyn Prescott09/28/2019
She turned her focus to the younger guard, his lips seemed to be looser. Younger males always had something to prove, he was no different. She placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight to the opposite leg. “Da Outrider’s post? Walmi be tinkin’ dat sounds important.” She nodded at the younger orc. He would be willing to tell them whatever he knew in an attempt to impress her, she assumed. That was boring. She posture didn’t change as the older orc spoke, she kept her hip pushed out to one side, making it appear as though one strong leg was longer than the other. Her gaze slowly moved to the elder orc, “Tinkin’ we be passin’ tru ta dem crossroads.” She nodded swiftly, “Dis friend ‘o mine.” She paused to jerk a thumb of her free hand behind her at Aja’it, “He be sayin’ dere be a Smith out dere wit some of dat orc metal workin’ skills.” She moved her hand back, pausing to idly flick the golden hoop in her ear. “He always be sayin’ da orcs be da best wit it. An’ I could be usin’ a new dagger.” She patter one of the blades hanging at her hip. “I don’ be believin’ ‘em. I was always tinkin’ dem goblins were supposed ta be better wit it. The boy bet be five gold dat he could be changin’ my opinion on dat.” She chuckled lightly, there was an aire of playfulness in her tone. Surely if they were suspicious she assumed their orc pride would tell them to let them pass in order for her to be proved wrong. They may even volunteer a local Smith if they knew of one. That was the best outcome, she thought. The worst would end up with the two of them fighting off thirty five guards, but that seemed unlikely. Especially with how enamored the younger orc seemed to be with staring at her form.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/28/2019
Aja did his best to hide is distained for her plan. He might think that the orc metal working was superior to many but he would never say that out loud. Thill they needed to find the boy and he needed to play along. He nodded at them stonily. The old one squinted at Aja'it for a moment. The younger one seemed more interested in Walmi though. "A smith? Well there's a big forge in the Crossroads but there's also one near Ashenvale. Smaller but Gorig there got his axe with that one and raves about it." The young orc turned around and bellowed for this Gorig who turned out to be an extremely large orc in full battle gear and two massive axes on his back. His wolf was the size of a kodo. He clanked his way over and huffed at the group. The older guard, seeming to have lost interest in Aja, left all together. The younger guard explained the situation to Gorig and demanded that the giant orc show them the weapon. After glaring at them from under his help the orc did as requested. The blade was rather superior. A folded metal pattern rippled over the thick metal and the design almost looked like a howling wolf. "Best orcish smith I know of." His voice was muffled by the helm and almost at once the giant orc went to go mount his worg. The young guard turned to Walmi with a grin, "See, best blade work around. He lives in a hut on the west side of the road at the base of the mountains though if you're going that way instead of the Crossroads best be careful. There's reports of a huge lion out there taking travelers. The Outriders are headed that direction now actually to see if they can't find it."
September 29, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
Walmi watched and listened closely to what had been said. When the large orc presented his axe she appeared interested in the metal work, though wasn’t really interested in axes. She did, however, try to see if the smith had marked it in any way. A signature or a symbol, anyway that would make it stand out as his. Those with the largest egos always marked their creations, the more humble knew their creations by sight alone. “Dat be a fine axe.” She nodded up at the large orc just before he moved away. Once the large orc was gone she returned her attention to the young one, “West side of da road near dem mountains? Ashenvale. Dat be da big forest I been hearin’ about?” She tilted her head to one side as she looked at him. If this blue eyed orc was abandoned, it would make sense for him to work in such a secluded place with little knowledge of who or what he was. When the young orc did respond, she was half listening. Her mind was busy with the mention of the huge lion. There it was again. Shadra showed her the vision, now there was an outright mention of it. It had to be the same beast. It was too coincidental. Aja’it may meet his end on this trip. She wasn’t sure why, but it seemed feasible to her. Of course the vision may have been a possible outcome, Shadra had a habit of showing those sorts of things, things that may be or may not be. After a few moments of day dreaming about this lion and the vision everything came back into focus and she offered the orc a smile, “Ya wouldn’t be a knowin’ a name fer dis smith? Be likin’ ya know who we be lookin’ for should we get lost an’ need ya be askin’ odder folks ta be helpin’ us.”
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
The axe didn't seem to have any marking or brand on it from what she had seen. Little way to identify it unless you were in the trade. The young orc nodded at her confirmation of the quality of the blade and then went on to her next question. "Of course, but you don't want to go there. Those purple skin's are pretty tough I hear. This guy lives closer to the harpies than the elves." He took a moment to look over Aja'it as if seeing what kind of relationship the two had. Aja'it was cowling so that made it clear. "You know I've killed fifteen harpies on patrol up there. Have to pull them down by the door and cut off their wings.* He laughed. "Oh his name is Targ. He lives alone except for a young boy. I think his mate died in the first war or something." The young guard sheugged. Aja'it watched the outriders start their preparations and without waiting for Walmi to ask her next question he butted in. Trying to make his tone small and self deprecating to give the oec the advantage, "it's a long way up the road... Be sveral days on foot and wit this beast around, der be any chance we could ride with the patrol as far north as they are goin? I ain't da best in da wilds Mon.* He hunched over more and tried for a slack jawed look to sell the ruse.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
“Targ.” She nodded in acknowledgement of the name. It wasn’t the name they were given, but it may be worth the trip. Any possible bread crumb on the trail to completing this training was worth the trip in her opinion. Her tongue moved out to wet her lips for her next question but that damn troll butted in. She remained quiet though, as if unchanged by his question. He was so impatient yet always called her impatient. She looked back to the orc to add her two coppers, “We be grateful if dat. Be possible.” A smile formed on her lips behind the risks, “Walmi don’ wish ta be gettin’ mauled by dat big lion if it can be helped. Be far too good lookin’ ya be dyin’.” Her free hand moved to take her fingers through her hair, “Tink we can all be agreein’ on day, eh?”
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
The orc at first scowled at Aja'it. Openly admitting weakness among the orcs was something of a shameful act. A hidden smile tugged at Aja'it as she swooped in to complete the act. The guard turned his red eyes to her and grinned with a wink, his shaved brows wiggling. "I think we do. I'll go talk to the men and see if they are taking any of the young wolves this time for training." He pattered off in his armor which rattled something horrible. Clearly it was too big for him. Aja'it moved to stand beside her and looked over from the corner of his eye, "Ya be like honey. Catchin all dem fly's in ya sweetness only ta kill em wit ya sticky nature." He said it like he was making fun of her but he wasn't sure if that was the case or not at the moment. Well of course he was making fun. It was a low and grimy trick to cast on a young orc. Still his eyes caught the vibrant pink braids as they traveled down their carefully arranged path. From his height advantage he could at least agree that other trolls and orcs might find her good looking. He shook his head and looked away. At length the young orc bellowed for them to come over. Two young looking brown worgs had been brought over. Unlike the others they were not armored and did not have metal caps on their teeth and they had the look about them of pups. Their feet and ears still too big for their bodies but they would carry two unarmored trolls easily enough. "They'll take you to the outside of Mor'shan Pass. If the pups keep up you should be there by nightfall. Then Targ is directly west from there. If you meet the boy first I would use more caution. He feels off." He scrunched up his flat nose and snorted.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
She watched the orc as he pattered off, though she felt Aja’it move beside her. Often she could feel him when he moved, perhaps the forest trolls had a different presence about them. His words though, whether meant for insult or not, were taken as compliments. She was always fond of the way she could manipulate people to do her bidding without the use of a blade. The blade...well that came later, usually. “Dat be da nicest ting ya ever said ta me.” She glanced over to him, “Be careful or I be tellin’ da tribe ya be Fallon’ fer ol’ Walmi.” She smirked at him playfully before letting out a snort at the thought of such things. Luckily the awkwardness of that moment wouldn’t last as they were beckoned over. She started off, not wanting to keep the patrol waiting. As she approached the young worg she ran a hand through its fur and made an unpleasant face, she would’ve preferred scales, but this would have to do. Her attention was broken by the orcs words and she glanced over at him, “Targ’s boy?” She considered that for a moment as she threw a leg over the worg and settled in for the ride, “What ‘bout dis boy seems off?” She was busy adjusting her braids, as if this wasn’t an important question to her that rose merely out of curiosity. In fact, the promise of the boy may have been the blue eyed orc they sought. She moved the braids behind her and used a simple leather cord to secure them in a bunch. It wouldn’t do to catch a stray braid in the eye during a hard ride.
[9:28 AM]As she remained there she reached for the reins with one hand, the other moved to rest on her thigh. Her attention though, remained on the younger orc. He seemed to be quite a wealth of information, this one. She had her apprehension about being surrounded by these orcs. They were not trolls and she didn’t trust them, though she did well in not letting that show. Traveling in this manner, into the wilderness. There was a brief thought of them leading the trolls away to end Aja’it and ravage her. She snorted to herself as she pushed the thought away. There would be no honor in that for such people, which gave her some reassurance.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
Aja'it grinned over at her comment with a heavily sarcastic wink but was saved from a response as they were called over. The worg she had chosen grbled faintly. The warsong worgs we're proud creatures. Perhaps more proud than the orcs themselves. Even at a young age this one seed to recognize that she was no orc and that she did not like him. He was stiff and tense as she sat on him and several of the patrol orcs were grinning savagely as if they expected the ride to go bad for her. Aja'it took a moment to let the worg smell him, raising up his arm to give the wolf a clear shot at his under arm. After introductions he inspected the saddle and the worg before getting up into the saddle. Once perched there he took the reigns in one hand and held them firmly, pulling the worgs head down and back so that it almost touched his chest. A clear show of dominance over the animal that caused some of the orcs to at least stop staring at him. The young orc shrugged. "He never talks... Just watching with them eyes." He snorted again and took several steps back to stand out of the way. Before Walmi or Aja'it could ask anything lore the patrol started to move. Aja'it was easily elseated and his worg, though snarling from time to time, never tried to unseat him. Walmi's was another story. Her worg tried to reach around and bite her legs or run off in another direction all together. Her ride would not be relaxing.(edited)
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
She watched the young orc for a few moments at his mention of the eyes. Perhaps it was the same orc, after all. She would have asked further if the patrol had not started off. She brought her free hand to join the one already on the reins. Unlike Aja’it who seemed to want to mate with the animal before mounting, she saw them as tools for travel, nothing more. It was almost depressing to think of a Darkspear riding one of these hairy stinky creatures, but sacrifices had to be made. As the patrol moved she spent a fair amount of her time bringing her worg back to the proper direction. Naturally, she got the dumb one who didn’t know where to go. She let out a sound on occasion when the animal attempted to bite her leg, and she responded with a quick tug on his ear. Insolent animal! In the brief moments where she wasn’t fighting with the worg she let her eyes move over the terrain they were traveling through. It seemed to go on forever aside from the mountains that broke up the horizon in the distance. She couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer size of the landscape. She glanced over at Aja’it and his obedient worg and realized it made sense. Animals tended to get along with their own. It made a chuckle rise in her which was quickly stifled as she bad to bat at the worg’s head to avoid another bite. Clearly this beast did not like the sound of any enjoyment coming from her.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
As they moved along the road the worgs never broke pace. Even though they were fully armored and carrying heavy heavy loads in the form of armored orcs and the sun beat down on them. The worgs seemed to enjoy the running more than anything. They passed by what Aja'it recognize as the farm the butcher originally sent them too but dis not stop. If they did not find the boy at the Smith they could go there instead. They passed by a herd of wild kodo who looked at them with dull eyes. And Aja swore he saw a Zeverah but it was gone so quickly he couldn't be sure. He watched the grasses roll by and as they created a ridge the patrol came to a sudden stop. Looking down from their vantage it seemed the whole world was stretching before them. The constant wind that had accompanied them since they arrived in the Barrens caused the golden grasses which were several feet tall, to wave and ripple like a golden sea. They didn't have time to enjoy it too much as the orcs started off again once they had taken note of anything out of the ordinary. From there they did not stop at all. Not for food and not for drink. By the time night started to come upon them the constant pounding pawa and rocking of the worgs under them would have grown to irritate both orcs. At last the patrol pulled off the side of the road to a small watering hole. A female orc came over and took the worgs away to join the rest of the pack and returned to say, "go north on the road until you see the path mouth, then head West along the mountain. Can't miss Targ." She eyed Aja'it for a moment and grinned before going off. Apparently they were dismissed
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
It was a long day, for Walmi. Constantly fighting with her worg to maintain control of the animal, she did find time to look around and she was quieter than usual. Possibly from her attentions being occupied with the animal, or something else entirely. It would be hard to say. She was able to make due, however, and didn't express any complaints, besides, they would be seen as weakness and Aja'it and the Orcs would enjoy that far too much. Darkspear didn't complain about such trivial things in the presence of outsiders. She couldn't deny that she was relieved when they reached the end of their journey with the patrol. She offered the female orc a nod for her guidance, "Tanks." Heading north seemed simple enough. Targ though may add a complication for their target, if this was the orc they were sent to find. One orc was simple enough, a second with the skills to creates weapons of the sort she saw at the post may know how to wield such weapons. Beyond that, there was the lion they hadn't come across during the ride. That beast must still be about and its whereabouts were a concern for Aja'it, well, for her to concern herself with regarding him. He wasn't aware of much beyond its existence by the admission of the young orc. Perhaps the forest troll would try to befriend the lion only to become a meal.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
Aja'it gave a stiff nod and started walking. A chill was creeping over the land and the howling wind bit into his skin so walking helped to keep him warm. Besides he did not want to camp with the orcs. He looked around for suitable shelter and spied a large tree that branched out flat at the top like a table. Sleeping in a tree would at least protect them from lions, hyenas, and who knew what else. His legs were sore from the very long ride and he guessed that by taking the patrol they had saved themselves at least four if not five days of going on foot. The Barrens was massive. Still the ground they covered was more than what should have been possible. Perhaps the outriders used some shamanistic magic to bend the earth to their will with the worgs. He wasn't sure and didn't question it further. They were here now. "We best be gettin some rest. Whatever dat lion be it could be huntin at night. We'll be safe up der." He pointed at the tree and then folded his arms back over his chest to protect them from the harsh winds. It was going to be a long night if the chill continued. It wasn't like Durotar. And while he preferred the cold and the wind, after so long stuck on the shores of Durotar his body had become used to the hotel climate. The idea that he had lost something of his forest troll heritage made him grins his teeth and unfold his arms.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
Walmi waited for the patrol to depart on their hunt for the lion before turning to Aja’it. It was cold here, much colder than Durotar. It was strange how different the weather could be with only traveling a few miles. She was forced to fold her arms in front of her, as if it would somehow keep her body heat from escaping. “Don’ be tinkin’ we can be startin’ a fire up dere.” She made a face at him as she looked up at the tree. The audacity of him to expect her to sleep in a tree like some tree troll. “Don’ da fire be keepin’ Dem beasts away?” She looked around for something to fuel a fire, anything besides the giant tree before them. She had little confidence she could avoid sleeping in a tree tonight. She knew it was best, especially with a large lion on the loose. That’s not to mention other beasts that inhabited that area that she hadn’t seen so far. She didn’t really wait for his answer as she came to her own conclusion about where they would be sleeping. She approached the tree and made the climb up its trunk, grunting and slipping all the way up. She was not accustomed to climbing trees, but she made due...eventually. It was a difficult task for her, made worse by the soreness in her muscles from the morning run and the long ride. She found a branch which seemed sturdy enough to support her and rest on it. She sat up, placing her back against the trunk to provide some sort of stability. The concern of falling out of the tree in the night was present, and it was still cold. She kept her arms wrapped around herself for warmth and grunted, “Hopefully it be warmer tomorrow, eh?”

Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
Aja'it waited for her to scramble up, keeping an eye out for anything coming up on them. It felt like a far more dangerous place now. Once she had settled he skillfully followed. The trees of the barrens had thick trunks that lead up to a sort of basket once you reached the top and from there most of the branches grew. He paused on his way up to see her resting on the lower branch. "Aye, it'll be warmer I tink. Da wind be causin most a dis chill. Come on, der be a better place ya won't be fallin from." He continued up the trunk until he reached the small space where the majority of the branches met. It formed a small bowl of sorts that was sheltered from the wind and even after a few seconds hunched there the air felt warmer but not comfortable for the two who were used to blazing days. He waited for her to clamber up by standing at the very edge and looking out at the world from between leaves. Unfortunately the space was only large enough for both of them if they lay nearly touching so be busied himself with looking for another place he could rest safely. There wasn't a lot of great options. Most of the branches wouldn't hold his weight.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
She grumbled as she had just gotten settled, though he was right. The chances that she would fall to the ground in the night were high enough. She climbed back to her feet and continued up the tree to the basket of sorts. “Da heat be better den dis place.” She smirked as she recalled his complaints about the heat in Durotar, but now it appeared he somehow missed that warmth. She moved into the bowl and found herself a comfortable spot to one side. It was a small space, especially if both were to occupy it. The thought of being so close to the moss covered troll was not desirable. Especially without much of an escape route except straight down. She huddled into her spot, not ready to attempt to lay just yet. Walmi watched him for a moment as he sought out another place. Her brow furrowed and she was unsure of why she did what she did next, perhaps it was the impulsiveness of her personality. She used a hand to rattle some of the branches, “Sit. Listen ta dis dream I once be havin’, boy.” She shifted a bit, getting herself as far from the center of the bowl as possible, this required her to tuck her legs under her to take up as little space as possible.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
Aja'it turned his head quickly to her, his eyes narrowing. Not only was his first thought that this was soemthing of a trick, but he hated being called boy. And she knew it. Still he hadn't seen any alternatives for the moment and there would be time to look around for a place to sleep when she was done with this dream. Though if he had been honest with himself he was curious. Dreams were interesting things to him. He moved over opposite her and squatted down on the balls of his toes, as far away as he could but even then they were far closer than they usually were unless it was side by side. He settled himself down and took a deep breath. "I be listenin', girl." The sun had fully set by now and not even the last rays of golden light could be seen. The wind blew outside their little nest and while he felt much safer and at home here than on the ground, something about sitting and actually listening to her rubbed his skin the wrong way.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
“Good.” She shifted a bit so she was sitting up straighter. “I saw dis place. A city.” She opened her arms the emphasis, “A big city. An’ dere was gold. Da city was lookin’ like it was made from da stuff.” Though hard to see in the darkness, there was a sudden excitement moving over her expression. “It was hot too.” She moved her arms to wrap them around herself as she thought about the warmth but couldn’t feel it. She grinned around her tusks, “Da trolls dere. Dey looked like dey had gold right in dere skins. I..I don’ be knowin’ where did place be. But I want ta be findin’ it.” She chuckled to herself, her story sounded outrageous, and a city in a dream most likely didn’t exist. She enjoyed thinking about it though, she spent the better part of the morning thinking about it.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
He listened to her, for a moment distracted by the excitement in her expression. It wasn't something he had seen often. He ran a finger along the length of his tusk in thought. "Be soundin' like ya dreamin a de old empires. Like da Gurubashi before Hakkar turned on dem." He thought a moment. "Ya jungle trolls always be buildin ya big cities, rippin up de land ta make room fer da temples an da paved roads. Ya tink it be a past city or sometin' your kind be returnin to one day?" He was speaking as if he took the dream as real. Not some figment of the mind or a memory twisted around on itself. But then he always took dreams very literally as visions. Even ones that were nothing more than memory were a vision from his loa to know more about that moment in time. He glanced over her. The bluish fuzz on her skin which usually lay flat seemed to be standing on end so that it could capture what warmth it could. He knew that they could not build a fire but there was something else he could do. He pulled his rolled sleeping mat from the pack that sat low on his back and unrolled it. It was larger inorder to let him lay on it properly and made of woven sea grasses and raptor hide. Not soft, but comfortable and durable and flexible enough to act like a blanket of sorts. He stood, stil hunched due to the branches, and went to drape it around Walmi. He wasn't all to sure why he offered it. He only used it when the ground was too hot to lay on or as a shelter from the sun. "So ya don' be keepin me up all night with ya teeth chatterin." He said in explanation.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
She scowled at his mockery of the jungle troll cities, “Dis be different. Da city be part of da land.” She grumbled to herself for a moment before continuing, “How would I be knowin’? Didn’t be lookin’ much like da Darkspear dough. Dey was different.” She was thankful to have the bed roll around her, but she wouldn’t verbally communicate that, “Dat be quieter den all dat snorin’ ya be doin’.” He didn’t snore, but she needed something to come back at him with. She pulled it around her as best she could, and could already feel the comfort from it, “Dis one had a big buildin’ in da center dat rose up ta da sky. Came ta a flat point. An’ da jungle looked like it grew around it over da times.” She looked over at him curiously, “Not’tin ’ like I ever seen, but I be wantin’ ta see it. Don’ be knowin’ where, or even if dis place be real.” She paused for a moment as she thought some more about the images from her dreams, “An’ dem trolls all moved when I be walkin’ as if I be sometin’ important.” She decided to stop there as the image of Aja’it or lack there of entered her mind. She remembered he wasn’t there, but there was a large wolf in his place. She didn’t understand that the most of all. Perhaps it was a symbol of the Orcs, perhaps it was an actual wolf. Either way, the forest troll was no where to be seen in her dream.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
He settled back in his place, ignoring her quip about snoring. Ne knew he did not snore and even if he did he considered any chance to ruin her sleep rather pleasing. He listened on as she further described the dream. It seemed more obvious that she would see herself as important in her dream but why was a different matter. He ran his finger along his tusk again, tapping the sharp point. "Dis city, if it be real, be no where on de Eastern Kingdoms. Perhaps it be here. Some troll tribe... a break away from de Zandalar?" He had only heard stories of the great empire which of course to him seemed like another story told by the jungle trolls. He sat down on his rear, tucking one leg under the other as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Why ya tink de be treatin' ya wit such respect? Did ya kill der enemies or did ya feel like only ya presence did dat? Whoever built such a place be showin respect ta no one unless da deed be great." He knew that to be true no matter the troll or how small or great the city. Troll land was troll land and those living on it spat on even the greatest of people unless they had proven under there own eyes their worth.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
“ Da Zandalar? I don’ be knowin’. Dey was different. Dat’s all I know.” She gave it a few moments of thought, it could’ve been a breakaway from another tribe she had not yet met. Aside from the Grubashi empire, the Darkspear and the Raventusk she didn’t know of too many others, or at least she had not met many others so far in her short existence. She shifted a bit more in her spot, narrowing her shoulders so she could bring more of the bed roll around her, “I don’ be knowin’ why. It did be seemin’ like me presence made do dat.” She shrugged from under her protection from the cool night air, “It be jus’ a dream. Walmi could’ve imagined da whole ting up. Hard ta be sayin’. Dreams be odd tings.” She yawned quietly and leaned to one side to stretch her legs out, though even in the dark, she was sure to keep herself from coming in contact with him, “After dat, I be hopin’ we find dis orc in da mornin’. Be done wit all dis trainin’. Dem maybe I can be lookin’ fer dis city if it even be a real ting.”
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
He shifted slightly to keep out of her way even though she was being careful. He didn't want that any more than she did. "Don't know how far it be. But if it be an older orc can bet he not be far from de road. Too much struggle ta be gitten supplies." He looked up at the canopy above them, the whispering wind moving the leaves created a soothing noise in the background. "As fer it bein a dream, der be no reason ta assume it be little in importance. If ya be seein a grand city where ya be respected it be tellin ya some ting." He lowered his head back down and found his eyes drooping slightly. It had been a long few days and for once he felt at peace up in the tree. Despite her company. He took a deep breath and fussed with his hair, filling the small space with his scent in the process. The heavy scent of the day's running mingled with the spiced oils used to keep his hair in place were pleasing to him. "In any case, do I dare wakin ya at dawn or will I still be de worst companion if I did?"

Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
She yawned as she listened to him, feeling the fatigue beginning to catch up to her, “I don’ know what it be tellin’ me. Findin’ our dough. Dat’s da fun part, eh?” She chuckled lightly and shifted with a pleased sound as she felt her muscles beginning to relax. She let her eyes drifted closer as she settled in for the night, “I don’ mind ya walk-in’ me long as I ain’t in me golden city.” She couldn’t help but smirk at that, not that he would know one way or another. “Pullin’ me from dat city would keep her title as worst companion.” She had little else to say, as it only took a few moments of quiet for her to drift off completely in hopes of reliving the dream from the prior night, or another dream of the same place.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
Aja'it snorted lightly at her but found himself grinning never the less. She was such a pain in his side. How was he to know what she dreamed of? He waved his hand dismissively even as she drifted off and he went to set his idols up. There was no good place to set them with the tree being as it was so he instead found a small birds nest that had clearly been empty for some time, higher up in the branches, and set them there. It seemed fitting for two of them at least and he grinned. After this he lay down as far away from her as possible though he did admit to himself that if either of them rolled in their sleep they would be a hair'd breadth apart. He lay on his back to watch the ruffling of the leaves and soon was drifting off as well. The sounds of her breathing more of a comfort than an irritant at the moment. Not that this was any good sign, it only meant, clearly, that he was used to her being there.
His night visions were a jumbled mix. Most so than usual and it no doubt would have set him to tossing and turning. There were the symbols from the smoke, bright eyes in the sky like suns, and a quiet whispering that filled him with a chill. WHen he woke he wouldn't remember the words spoken, only that the voice was one of darkness. There were also flashes of Walmi mingled in with everything until at last that seemed to be the anchor for a small image. His homeland. The Raventusk tribe's village was set against the sea in a forest of great pines. It filled him with longing and he slept past the rising sun holding onto that image.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
Walmi had no dreams this night, or at least none that she would have been able to recall. It may have been the result of the sound of branches creaking with Aja’it’s constant movement throughout the night. So far throughout the night that she had awoke before him for a change. Her eyes opened just as the hues of the night sky began to give way to the lighter colors that meant the sun would soon be approaching. As she opened her eyes she saw Aja’it just an inch away from her and her first instinct was to pull a dagger from her hip. Which she did. It was a reactive move to someone invading her space unannounced and unpermitted. The blade was brought close to his neck but she stopped before contact was made. Instead she watched his face in silence, holding the dagger there. There was an excitement to it. She didn’t wish him dead any longer. ...or did she? Even she wasn’t sure of it at this point. It would have been an easy enough task with him asleep and unable to defend himself. A quick flick of the wrist and he would’ve been gurgling, his bleed flowing from the fresh wound on his throat to the ground below. Hm. It would probably make quite an interesting pattern on the soil to be admired. A memory of the worst companion in history and her time spent traveling with him. The tribe wouldn’t see it that way. Perhaps that was Aja’it’s ultimate plot. To have her in trouble for taking his life, well he wouldn’t get his wish! She slid the blade back into its sheath and slowly sat up. Her hand moved to nudge the tree troll, “It be mornin’ boy. Ya be sleepin’ or ya be huntin’?” She snorted and worked to adjust her hair, setting her braids back where they belonged on her chest.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
Aja'it woke suddenly at her nudging. His first instinct was to grab what had touched him so his long fingers wrapped firmly around her wrist and yanked her forward while he shot his tusks up. If he hadn't realized who she was there was a chance that his tusks would have jammed into her chest or throat. It was a strange response to be sure. For her pulling a deadly blade first thing was natural because of her desire to be left alone and the worry of her treasures being stolen. He showed no signs before of this being his response to being woken. He stopped pulling as soon as he realized who she was and dropped her wrist as if it burned him. He blinked several times as he looked around, his blazing eyes causing a faint glow in the gloom of the morning air. He snorted and stood, clearly disoriented but after a moment he settled again, his eyes losing their magical glow again. His sudden flash of anger perhaps an ingrained response to being woken in less pleasing ways over his time with the Darkspear. "Be huntin'" He said with a faint grumble. He avoided her eyes as he climbed up towards the bird nest to retrieve his idols, carefully stowing them away. He felt pressed for time having woken later than intended and so instead of the full ritual he simply muttered a small prayer as each lowa was put away.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
She grasped as he grabbed her and yanked her forward. It was an unexpected response, an exciting one to say the least. “Careful mon. Don’ be wantin’ all dem Darkspear huntin’ ya down fer killin’ onna dere own, eh?” She offered him a smirk as he tossed her wrist aside. Once he stood to collect his things she set to rolling up his bedroll, she had used it after all. “what was all dat glowin’ about? Ya be hidin’ some deep voodoo from ol’ Walmi?” She stood once she was satisfied with the bed roll and offered it to him. Though her gaze held a bit more suspicion than usual. She wasn’t used to seeing such a response from him, the magic involved made her more apprehensive of exactly what he was.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
He took his bedroll from her and tucked it away, his eyes returning to their normal orangish color by the time he looked at her face. "Ya never seen a berserker at work den?" It was likely. The Forest Trolls had a way with the magic that many other trolls did not. "It be notin really ta be nervous about. I neva completed da trainin a course before I was taken so der be little chance a me bashin yer skull in." He checked his pouches and pockets to ensure everything was with him and then looked back at her face. "Besides der be more satisfyin ways ta be killin ya if I felt like it." He winked at her with a lopsided grin. He would make his way for the edge of the farthest branch and start to lower himself to the ground. It was still early, the sun just over the lip of the earth so they had not lost a great deal of time. He looked at the sun for a few moments, the simple image of his home coming to mind again but he pushed it away. He couldn't be day dreaming. Not now when they were so close. Besides she would only berate him if he brought it up in any way. She had no idea what it was like to be homesick the way he did.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
She listened to him quietly as he spoke. Berserker indeed. The fact that he hadn't completed the training may have been more of a concern, at least if the training was completed she could have expected more control regarding it. When he brought up her death she couldn't help but wonder if he was aware that she could have easily ended him just moments before he grabbed her. Most likely not considering his reaction to being woken. She snorted at his words and watched as he started making his way down the tree. She shook her head and began after him, taking her time. The stiffness was still apparent in her muscles from the prior day's activities. Present but not intolerable. She dropped the last few feet and landed on the ground, though her feet made very little noise. She wouldn't be a very good thief or assassin if she stomped around like an orc, now would she? She stretched out her limbs with a groan as if she expected them to start running.
 Arravien Anderton09/29/2019
Aja'it turned away from the sunrise and faced west. After he was sure she was on the ground without falling like he expected he started off at a quick walk. The wind made the grasses around them wave and tickle their skin and it some places it was about four foot tall. He had no desire to rush though it and kick or step on something unseen in the grasses. He ran a hand over the tops of the blades and felt the sharp edges try to bite at his roughly calloused hands. He didn't say anything for a while as they walked. At length he said quietly, "Best be keepin an eye out for dis beast a theres. If I were some great lion I would be stayin away from a pack a twelve orcs and der wolves. We be easier prey." It was hard to see anything in the grasses though as they went further north he could start to see some tall scraggly pine trees at the base of the mountain cliffs. The grass would be shorter under the pine branches where trhe needles dropped. "Ya know maybe dis lion be doin de job a killin dis boy. Save us de trouble." He chuckled and shook his head. Things were never so simple.
 Jocelyn Prescott09/29/2019
He was rather quiet this morning, just as well. He would be less likely to annoy her if he wasn’t speaking. She fell into step behind him, matching his trail through the thick grasses. If there was something to be stepped on, it would be better that he find it first. That was a pleasant thought for her, perhaps while he writhed in pain she could acquire a new venom to be used on her own victims. When he finally did decide to speak she raised her eyes from the grasses to his back, “Dat be makin’ sense. Besides all dem orcs be makin’ enough noise ta wake da dead.” She chuckled lightly recalling the sound of rattling armor from the previous day’s ride. Her chuckle was interrupted at his mention of the lion doing the job for them. How dare he? It was to be her kill, she had to deliver those eyes if she were to complete this training. Some beast would not steal that from her. “Be doubtin’ dat. Lion probably be more interested in eatin’ da forest troll over some orc.” She smirked at that, though the vision was clear in her mind. A large black lion standing over what appeared to be a troll. A troll that may or may not have been Aja’it. The lion may not have even been a beast, it could’ve been some sort of symbolism. Shasta’s web was a tricky one, that much was clear. “Maybe dere ain’t no lion an’ da bandits around here just got da orcs all worked up over nuttin’, mon.”
 
 
September 30, 2019
 Arravien Anderton09/30/2019
He chuckled, "Aye day be a possibility ta be sure. Either way, best be keeping a proper eye. Lions like ta attack from behind an I rather not be taking her body back in ribbons." He snorted smugly as he kept walking. He kept a good pace but no where near a run. He had enough running the past four days. He reflected that the best use of his gold might be to buy a raptor from the Darkspear. The passing thought made him frown. He wouldn't need one when he left for the Eastern Kingdoms to go home. He glanced over his shoulder at her. Course he knew that if she were attacked his first instinct would have been to help. That was always the case though he doubted she would return the kindness. At their cores, he reflected, she was little like him. Probably part of that jungle troll blood. They had similarities but in the end she would let him die. Wouldn't she? She hadn't killed him in his sleep yet. He made a thoughtful sound and suched his teeth, "I be curious. Ya hate me, an I ain't be blamin ya fer day, but ya ain't be killin me yet." He shrugged, the topic might not be best with an exposed back to her. "Da tribe be knowin full well what I be, doubt de would be fighting ya if ya told em I beserked out or turned against ya. It be a curiosity of mine." She was fully protected from him as her murder would cause him to be wanted and a wanted troll that stuck out in crowds would likely not make it to the zeplin. He turned his head forward as they continued and once they reached near to the cliffs he turned left towards the west. Within a few minutes they found the road and passed over it. There had been little sign of wildliff so far but in the distance Aja'it could see the extreamly tall hoofed creatures he had once been told about but he could remember the name. It was an odd looking animal. The day was warm but the gentle wind kept them cool enough and for him the walking was a welcome change. He was a small bit content.
 
 
 
October 5, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She moved along, though kept her place behind him at his pace. It was better for him to be in front, that’s where bait was supposed to be. “Lions be smarter den I be givin’ dem credit for.” She couldn’t keep the smirk from her lips at that thought. An attack from behind, well that was a tactic she knew all too well. Her head did tilt as he looked back and spoke again. He was right, she hadn’t killed him, although she had contemplated it a number of times. She had come close to acting on those contemplations but hadn’t. “Dat what ya be wishin’ for.” She watched him carefully for a moment as the gears started to turn in her head as she attempted to come up with a reason. Surely she wanted him dead, but the elders had tasked them both with this. If she were able to complete this and return with him in tact, it would show that she could exercise restraint. She had a reputation of being impulsive and throwing caution to the wind. This may help to change such opinions. She let out a displeased sound and shook her head, “Dat’s what ya be wantin’ I bet. Ya probably be tinkin’ dere some freedom in death or sometin’. Walmi won’t be givin’ ya da satisfaction.” She shook her head which caused her pink hair to tussle with the movement, “We do dis ting. Den we both be done wit da trainin’. Dat’s da task. An’ dat’s what ya need ta be focusin’ on.” Perhaps once this was over she could kill him. It was a thought that was suddenly becoming more frequent. He was right, the tribe wouldn’t question her so much if she returned without him, of course, they may believe he escaped her. That would be embarrassing, there that tree troll went on, trying to humiliate her once more. She let out a snort as she continued to walk, “Hopin’ dis orc be gettin’ close. Wishin’ ta be done wit all dis.”

Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
"Ya always so impatient. It be why ya will always need da bait. Can't ever just be still an let ya prey come round to you." He chuckled and shook his head, his tall hair, a little droopy from a night's sleep and no tending to it, waved like the golden grasses. "We be getin dere when we get der. An as fer death I be thinkin it not be a place for de living. An let's be honest if ya killed me I would make ya life so much more trouble by hauntin ya." He laughed outright at this. He knew some old voodoo from his tribe and while he spoke in jest his hand moved to one of the items on his jerkin. A small bone of what looked like a small rabbit or something more troll like. "We be gettin close now. Dere's fewer beasts out dis way." As they had walked the sounds of grasshoppers and things rustling in the tall grass had accompanied them. Now though there was almost nothing and the faint smell of smoke and heat filled the air. Aja'it rolled his shoulders.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She ignored his comments about her impatience, not because he was right, but because he was annoying. He couldn't have been farther from the truth, and since he was so wrong, she decided not to acknowledge the comment at all. The movement of his hair caught her eyes as most movement did, "Hauntin' me? Hah. Ya be doin' a good enough job of dat while ya be livin'." She chuckled to herself, "Besides, ya be havin' a miserable afterlife if ya be plannin' on just followin' me around. Tinkin' ya jus' be spendin' most of da time bein' jealous." That thought caused the volume of her laugh to increase, if only slightly. She couldn't deny that it was a pleasant thought, imagining a ghost of a forest troll grumbling and complaining. She took a step to the side so she could see better around him and look off into the horizon, "Dat be good. Da sooner we be gettin' dere, da soon we be done wit' all dis. Den.." She lifted her hands to rub her palms together, "Den da riches be comin' Walmi's way. An' da explorin' an...oh. An' da city of gold." She nodded matter-of-factly, "I be findin' dat one day if it be a true ting."
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
He scanned the area quickly and slowed his pace further so that any noise the two made was reduced a fair bit. In the distance, echoing off the stone mountains was the pinging clang of a hammer on metal. "Ya can look ahead once dis be ova'. Fer now we got a smith ta be talkin' to. How ya be wantin ta play dis? Might be best ta talk while one be hidin, seein what de can see?" He turned to look at her. He still did not know the true reason why this had been assigned to him and he was more cautious now than he had been in many years. If they walked up and killed the boy as instructed and it was the wrong choice then they would fail. But they would also fail if letting him go was the wrong choice.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She slowed her pace to match his as she considered his question. That seemed like a good tactic, though Aja'it was not the most sociable of people, then there were all of the biases against him for being disgusting. She raised a hand to tap a finger against her chin, "I could be talkin' to da boy. He might not be likin' yo-..He might not be likin' da gruffness of dat voice of yours." She smirked at his back and shook her head, "Besides, he be young. Walmi be havin' a way of gettin' tings outta da youngin's." She chuckled, but it was kept as quiet as she could manage. She would have just as well cut the boy's throat as quickly as looking at him, but something about the whole task seemed off. Being sent to complete the task with Aja'it in tow was strange. Then again, so was assisting the horde by completing a task when the task was to kill one of their own. She raised her narrow shoulders in a shrug at her thoughts, Orcs sure were strange creatures.
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
He nosrted at her. "An maybe he not be likin da way ya voice carries cause ya yell everytin." Still he nodded. If the smith was older there was a chance he would be refused. "I be goin up da ridge. The cliffs here be free a proper cover but if I can come round de oder side there be a chance I can be getin close enough. Ya wait here for a time while I be gettin ina position." If he could he also planned on raiding their hut for clues. Without waiting for her response he turned north where the start of the sandstone cliffs and rocks started to ascend into the sky. His bright green skin stood out against the redish stones but he paused at a patch of sand and started to cover himself with it which chanting. After a few moments his outline faded. He wasn't completely invisible and if one was observant they would see him outright as well as his shadow. Still it was better than the full green.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She rolled her eyes at such a comment, "Wouldn't need ta be shoutin' dey ears be workin'." She gave him a smirk as he turned north, it was good enough for her. She did well with conversation, especially with those of the opposite gender; it didn't seem to take much, she thought. As she watched him with his sand she shook her head at him and muttered, "Amateur." Though once she began up the hill she turned her gaze back to their actual destination. What on azeroth was she supposed to do while she waited for him to get into position. That could take all day, and she was fairly exposed out here. Perhaps that was his thought, leave her exposed so they could take her. Then he could claim to the tribe that she wasn't ready. She shook her head and focused her eyes on the target, squinting a bit both to block out some of the midday light, and also to focus more on what she was seeing. The boy was said to be strange, but it wasn't really elaborated own. She wondered what sort of strange this was referring to. Perhaps he was the more civil of orcs and that made him odd to some brutish type out in the Barrens. Perhaps he enjoyed killing, and that's why he went into the smithing trade, to craft better tools for that trade. Either way, she would find out soon enough.
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
Aja'it took roughly two hours to circle around the cliffs and towards the sound of thie ringing hammer. The smith's work forge was open air next to a large hut of stone. The structure was built so that the back and sides were sheltered by the hills and stones leaving one way in and one way out though it was no choak point. There were tall pines in the area that Aja'it could use for proper cover, no doubt overgrowth from the large elven forest on the other side of the ridge. Once he was in place behind the hut, his back to the warm stones and listening to the ringing of metal, he pulled out a small brown feather plucked from an eagle had had once captured on the isles which was a rare thing. He chanted over it for a few seconds, calling on the power of the loa he served. After a few moments the feather glowed with golden light and lifted from his hand. The glow faded and the feather was carried off by the wind. Eventually it would smack Walmi in the face as the signal that he was ready to go.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She watched quietly as she stood there, unsure of what exactly would happen. Part of her hoped it was as simple as plucking his eyes from his head, but something kept pulling at her. The vision from her loa, perhaps, among other things. None of it seemed to make a great deal of sense, however, that was her life. She always seemed to be confused in any given moment, unsure of what she should do, or why she did it. The only thing that was certain was she would act in one direction or another. Meanwhile Aja'it would oft- her thoughts were interrupted as she was hit in face with a floating feather. She raised a hand up to pull it from her cheek and looked at it for a moment before raising her eyes to the ridgeline. He was in place it appeared. She tucked the feather inside of her tunic before beginning the short walk toward the sound of the smith's hammer. She began running through a number of different ways to approach the boy, depending mostly on his body language. Her hands were busy in her hair, trying to fluff it a bit higher before setting her braids to create that inviting trail down her chest. In fact, it was the only real reason that she hadn't cut them away some time ago. Everything she wore was sort of tool for one thing or another, her hair being no exception. As she closed in, her gait seemed to narrow so her hips could move more freely, much like she had done at the outpost. He was a boy afterall, it couldn't hurt.
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
When Walmi cleared the tall grass around the hut she would have found herself on an exposed bit of ground where the grasses had been cut or trampled down, possibly to avoid setting fire to anything. An old orc with nearly white hair was standing in his open air forge, bringing his hammer down on a huge bright red blade. The blade was held in place by a thinner orc that looked no more than eight or nine. The boy was shirtless and clearly struggling with the blade to keep it still under the shaping strikes of the Forge Master. After three strikes the blade was maneuvered into the fire which the old one stoked with words of the Elements. He turned and made sure to get the boy's attention so that he was looking up at the larger orc, "Temper it in the pitch vat when it turns white. That will make the spine moveable enough for battle, but the edge sharp and hard for biting." The old orc's voice was deep and slow and he seemed to ake great care with his words. He patted the boy's shoulder and looked up to see Walmi coming up to them and his face turned into a scowl. He picked up his smithing hammer and waited, cleaning the tool with a dirty cloth.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She approached cautiously, watching the two work. The boy was, well more of a boy than she anticipated. She turned her attention to the older orc and the welcoming expression. She was sure to keep her arms at her sides, so as not to cause alarm. Her daggers would have been within reach, but she made no motion to move her hands in that direction. She took a moment to study the two as she approached, her gaze briefly moving to the hammer, “Ya be da smith dat be makin’ dat axe fer dis guard I met? He sent me dis way sayin’ ya be havin’ da best skill.” She paused in her steps, keeping a clear distance between herself and the two. Should the need arise she could close the distance quickly, sprinting was more within her wheelhouse than those long runs Aja’it seemed to prefer.
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
The young orc didn't seem to take notice and instead worked the billows on the forge, keeping the flame impressible hot. He had seen her but perhaps the curiosity he had was squashed by his master's commands. The older orc grunted. "I make lots of axes troll." He spoke much more quickly to Walmi than he had the boy, his tone hinting at a growl. "You're gonna need to be more specific." The old orc didn't put his hammer down but did motion her to come forward with it. With both orc and pup distracted Aja'it slipped into their hut unseen. He could move fairly quiet when the need come upon him. Once inside he started to carefully go through what he could find. There were two hammocks hanging from the high ceiling, a small table with stone plates, several crates of ore and metal bars, weapons racks and a great deal else. He did note that everything seemed to be in a neat and orderly place and tightly packed to the walls so that there was nothing in the way of paths to navigate inside. He would need time to figure out who they were dealing with.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She slowly made her way over making thoughtful sounds as she went, "Be tinkin' his name be Gorig er sometin'." She placed a hand out beside her and raised it in an attempt to demonstrate his height, "Big orc, be sayin' Targ be da best smith. Ya be rememberin' dis one?" She tilted her head slightly as she awaited his response. Her eyes made a swift glance to the boy before returning back to him. He was quiet, most likely due to the older orc's words, so she dismissed it. She let her eyes remain on the older orc for a time, looking over his form. He seemed sturdy enough, that hammer he was holding seemed to solidify that thought even more. This one seemed suspicious of her presence, far too suspicious for her to let her eyes wander far. She wondered if he was suspicious of all visitors or if he was more suspicious of trolls. That still seemed to be present among the green skins. As if they had a right to be suspicious of a superior race such as the trolls.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
The old orc rubbed at his bare chin. Unlike many orcs he kept his face clear of long hairs and his white hair was cut short. His hand left a bit of soot on his chin though he didn't seem to notice or care. He made a thoughtful sounds."Yes. I think I did. Not a brain in that head of his if you ask me but a strong warrior. I made his blade for that reason. Now what of it? You want something from me I assume." He was not unkind in his words but he was fairly sharp. The boy, having tended the flames moved to pull the massive sword out. It looked almost too heavy for the pup to haul to the quenching vat by himself, especially with the heat which Walmi would have been able to feel. Still he managed it and with a massive hiss, the burning smell of oil, and a cloud of steaming smoke, the blade was dipped into the pitch. Aja'it worked carefully but quickly to find anything that could tell them about the boy. He didn't find much. No toys, no wooden swords, no sign of a pet or collection of things. He frowned and started to go through what he assumed was the boy's things. A small chest of kid sized clothing. He dug around in it until he found two things. The first was a full grown lion's tooth the size of one of Aja'it's fingers, strung on a leather cord. A trophy. The second item was a map, clearly drawn by a child even if it was well done. It detailed a path from their location to the Farms of the Barrens, then to the pig farm the butcher had mentioned. He did not take this item and instead put it back. Well at least they had proof it was the same boy.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
"Ya seem ta be stayin' sharp, even dis far from everythin'." She chuckled lightly and moved a hand to motion to one of the daggers at her hip, "I wouldn't be mindin' a new blade 'er two. If you're offerin'. Da by why I'm here. Dat orc recommended your work, and I be agreein' from what I be seein' of it." She nodded swiftly at her own words before folded her arms infront of herself. As she did, she leaned her weight onto one leg, still apprehensive of the smith, but this body language would say otherwise, "What would ya be lookin' ta trade fer dat work?" She watched him closely for a moment, her tongue moved out to graze over one of her smaller tusks as she watched the man and waited, patiently. How dare the tree troll say she's impatient, just look at how patient she was being in this moment. She could've had both of the boy's eyes in her pouch by now, but instead she was holding a conversation with the slowest speaking orc in history. The corners of her eyes pulled slightly as she smiled at the older orc.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
The boy pulled the blade from the pitch vat and brought it over to a step stool where he climbed up and set the sword to hang from a rack, allowing the blade to cool naturally and the pitch to drip into a collection bucket below. Once he was done he came up to his master's side silently and stared at Walmi in silence with eyes so blue and light in color they were like ice. The old orc put his calloused hand on the boy's shoulder affectionately but kept his eyes on Walmi. "Don't deal in gold." Aja'it worked through another chest, clearly the older orcs. There was nothing of interest in it aside from a torn bit of hard leather with a charcoal sketch of a female orc. Perhaps a dead mate. Clearly she wasn't here. He moved on to a second table where he started to read over the many parchments he found there, some done in a young orc's hand. The older orc looked Walmi over, his eyes squinting for a moment. "Daggers, eh?" He rumbled and looked down to the boy, tapping his cheek to draw his eyes up to the older one's face. He slowed his speech down again, moving his lips more for emphasis, "Boy, you think this is a good one?" The boy looked back to Walmi with his unsettling gaze.

Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
Walmi shook her head at the mention of dealing in gold, “I don’ be dealin’ in gold eidder.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug, “Dat be easy enough ta be gettin’. Makes it lose value, eh?” She tilted her head to one side before nodding, “Daggers. Be lookin’ ya be replacin’ dese.” She slowly, cautiously moved her hands to pat the blades at either hip, “Dey been good ta Walmi. But it be time ya be gettin’ dem better blades.” She let out a light chuckle, “Beaides, Da odder trolls be jealous of dey be half as good as dat axe. An’ I do be likin’ bein’ unique.” She grinned and stopped her brow from furrowing when he asked the boy’s opinion. Those eyes were bright, almost unnatural. Perhaps they were. She didn’t know. She did know this was the boy they were after, and she may just be able to work some new blades out of it before killing him. She wasn’t told she couldn’t, and that was all the permission she needed at the moment.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
The boy blinked, finally. The older orc took this apparently as a sign of some kind and removed his hand from the pup and watched. The boy started to make several slow hand motions. He tapped his palms, one finger in each and then tapped his neck. The next motions were simple shapes in the air, as if he were drawing out symbols to the older orc. Once he was done the bow became still again. The older orc chuckled but his eyes were cold as he looked back to Walmi. "He seems to think that if you get new daggers you'll be able to put them to skilled use. The question becomes what that use will be. You seem young, and driven. Willing to do anything for what you desire. That is a deadly trait, on both sides of that blade." Meanwhile Aja'it was caught up in the writing he had found. He was not the best reader of the orcish runes so it was taking him time to get the information but the more he gathered the deeper set his frown was becoming. The older orc grunted, not allowing her to respond to his thoughts. "My craft is applied to great heros of the Horde. Those who will call forward great battle and uphold the honor of our peoples. I will craft you these blades but I need three things from you. A sacrifice to the flame, two gems of your choice, and a favor. Something which I can call on any time and for any reason."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She watched the boy quietly as he made his hand gestures. Clearly he could not speak. She didn’t know when an orc began speaking, but she assumed he was beyond that age. The older orc’s voice brought her eyes back to him, and she listened. Listening to compliments was something she did best and that’s all she heard. He wasn’t wrong, on either account. She would do whatever was needed to fill her desires. She nodded as he continued, listening to his explanation and his instruction. She was getting side tracked at this point, suddenly the boy’s death wasn’t her main focus. New daggers...she liked new things. “Can’t be sayin’ I be a hero of da horde jes’ yet. Still be trainin’ a bit fer dat.” She chuckled lightly, ignoring the rest of the things tugging at the back of her mind. “What sacrifice ya be needin’ fer dis flame? Ya be tinkin’ fuel? Or like a sacrifice ta da loa?” She tilted her head to one side as she looked at him. The idea of a favor to be called on at any time, well, that didn’t concern her too much. She raised a finger before she continued, “Da only ting I can’t be doin’ be raisin a blade ta me kin. Dat be da Darkspears. Odder trolls don’ be in wit dat.” Perhaps he would have her kill Aja’it, that would be interesting. Speaking of Aja’it, she took a cursory glance around as if she would see him, but she didn’t so she returned her gaze to the pair of orcs and awaited further instruction.
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
The older orc nodded at her addendum to his request. "Kin is something of great importance to us all. I have my hopes for this Horde young Thrall has gathered under his banner. Perhaps one day we will all think of one another as kin." He looked to the boy and his expression grew hard. He snorted and turned his attention back to Walmi. "More a sacrifice to your loa. I hold the powers of the earth and the flame in my forge. The Elementals demand fule but not just wood or pitch. The flesh of a creature is all that will sate them. The more powerful the creature the more powerful a blessing they will give." The boy raised his eyes to his master and made several hand motions. The older orc watched in silence, his face falling. What followed was something of a strange argument. The boy would make his hand motions and the old orc would respond but it was all one sided. "No boy I don't think she is." "There's no good to come of your request." "True orcs deal with things like that on their own." After this the older orc grew angry and his voice rose. "I will not ask. If you wish to do that you must do it yourself boy. Do not fall to your father's level and let other's take care of his blood-letting." The boy bared his teeth at his elder and this got him a firm smack to the side of the head. Not hard enough to be considered cruel but hard enough to remind the pup where he stood. The boy snorted and stalked off towards the hut. Thankfully, Aja'it had just finished reading the papers and was about to slip out but seeing the boy on his way had to duck behind a tall stack of ore crates. Now though he was stuck in the hut with his target.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She nodded slowly to the old Orc’s words, “dat be da hope of me tribe, too. Thrall did be savin’ us.” The thought of a creature as a sacrifice had piqued her interest. Perhaps they could seek out the beast the orcs were hunting. Aja’it always claimed to be so good with animals, and if it were as powerful as they claimed it would be a proper sacrifice. Then the vision of the lion standing over the train entered her mind, and just as quickly it was pushed back out. Ignored. She watched the exchange between the two curiously. It was odd, and she tried to make out the boy’s motions as best as she could but it was of little use. Once the boy stalked off she turned back to the older orc, “Dat not be your boy den?” She watched him curiously as she waited, studying his features for his response. Clearly he wasn’t, and clearly he was referring to the man who sent them on this task. The older orc sounded familiar when he mentioned the father not doing his own blood letting, but that was of little concern to her. Something pulled at her as she watched the stalk off, “Boy. Ya be havin’ a name? Ol’ Walmi would be likin’ ta know it.” She gave a glance back to the older orc to see if her question raised his ire, she had acted on impulse. Something told her the boy needed to be outside in the moment.
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
The older orc simply looked at her as she asked her question and then called out for the child. The child ignored him. "It won't be of use. Renoric was born deaf and mute. That is why I assume he was left to the elements. When I found him he was nearly dead." The older orc watched as the boy moved into the hut, his thin shoulders hunched. "He seeks revenge on the orc that abandoned him in such a cowardly way but it was not uncommon once for my kind to drown ones such as he. The weak and deformed did not live long on our home world." Inside the hut Aja'it squeezed himself into as small a hole as his thick body could manage. The magic that he had used to shroud himself before would not hide him in such a confined space. He cursed Walmi in his mind. She had one job. Keep them outside. Still he was alone with the boy now. He lifted his head just enough to see through a space between crates. He was so young, and small for his age he guessed. And knowing what he knew now from reading the papers he felt a great sense of pity for him. He had been very young when he had been abandoned as well. Old enough only to hold the faintest of memories.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She watched the hut for a moment as he spoke. Taking in his words, briefly forgetting about the daggers and her training. Why would the elders send them on a task to end such a life? The Darkspear were often ruthless in their methods, this seemed excessive even for them. “Maybe one day he be gettin’ dat revenge. Den he need to be thinkin’ bout da next ting.” She shook her head briefly and looked back to Targ, “So, his people abandoned him and now he be wit da best smith out here. Dat ain’t da worse, I be tinkin’” she chuckled lightly at him. She was unsure of how to get the boy back outside. She definitely couldn’t fetch him, the older orc would be sure to follow. “So, be findin’ a sacrifice get da flame, da gems, an’ da favor? Dat don’ be seemin’ too bad, me tinks.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug at the man, “Not sure what ya be tinkin’ fer dis favor. But I be curious an’ tinkin’ bout it.” She offered him a smile, “I do be da curious sorta troll.”
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/05/2019
He rumbled deeply in his chest at her praise. "He has the makings of an excellent smith so long as he keeps his eyes. I lost my boy many years ago, he has been a comfort to nurture." He turned his red eyes to her and nodded. "Curiosity means you at least have a brain. Make sure it stays on your shoulders, eh? Return to me with your gems and sacrifice." Inside the hut the boy went to lay down in his hammock, face first. Aja'it, not knowing that he was deaf made every effort not to make a sound as he untangled himself form his hiding place and stuck his head out the door of the hut to see if he could slip away. Walmi would have no doubt seen him and his bright hair. The magic hiding his form clearly had warn off. With the orc's back to him the forest troll was able to slip away quietly to the back of the structure and then into the tall grasses, remaining undetected.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/05/2019
She considered his words for a moment, “He seemin’ ta be in da best of care.” She couldn’t help but let out a horrid troll laugh at his comment about keeping her head on her shoulders. It was a risk, one she was becoming used to. “Didn’t know orcs be havin’ dem jokes.” She shook her head which made her pink hair tussle. “Targ, I be returnin’ when I be havin’ da tings ya request. Dat much be true.” She offered a slight bow to him out of respect, “Just keep dat forge hot cause I be back soon.” He watched Aja’it from the corner of her eye once he was finally visible. Stupid forest was as good at sneaking as a kodo. Once he was clear she turned on her heels and headed back in the direction she came from. She would need to catch up with her companion and go over what she learned. She would also need to inform him of the hunt, which wasn’t part of their initial task, but it was necessary. Besides, he enjoyed hunting, or so he claimed. Even if the prey might be the end of him. She let out a snort once she had some distance between herself and Targ. She couldn’t help it. The tree trolls nearly got them both caught, had they been she would’ve claimed not know him of course, or perhaps she could’ve claimed he was her prisoner, being from a different tribe that could’ve worked.
October 6, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
Aja'it ran a good distance south until he could no longer see the smith's dwelling and then ran for the last location he and Walmi were together. THey had forgotten to set up a meeting place for when this was done so he figured that was the best place. He was troubled by everything he had found in the writings and for once he felt he needed an outside opinion. And not just his Loa. He needed a person and for the moment all he had was Walmi. Even though he was loathed to speak of doubts with her he knew he must. At some length he saw her pink hair like a beacon among the golden grasses and tall pines and started in her direction. He didn't call out, his large body moving through the grasses would have made enough noise to announce his presence. When he finally came up to her he came to a stop. He was faintly sweaty but the contestant breeze felt better for it now. "We be needing ta make a plan." He motioned over to a thicket of bushes at the base of one of the trees that would be able to serve as a hidden place to speak even if it would be a bit of a tight squeeze.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She moved away from the small homestead, being sure not to look back as that may have given rise to suspicion. They hadn’t decide where the two would meet after, for her, it was because she expected the task to have been completed by now. The idea of new daggers was still fresh in her mind. She wondered just what he could create for her, something deadly and light, no doubt. She decided to return to where they last saw each other and she was glad she did when Aja’it appeared. She nodded at his need for a plan and moved toward the thicket, “Yes. Best ta be prepared for dis hunt.” She moved into the thicket and crouched down. Her hands busted themselves with digging through her pouches, “Wonder what be da best poison fer dat big beast. Be havin’ some wit me. Could be makin’ more. Paralysis probably be da best.” Her raised her eyes at at Aja’it as she waited for him to settle in, the space wasn’t much of a concern for her in the moment. She was distracted by so many other things.
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
Aja'it listened to her with slightly wide eyes. Hunt? Beast? He frowned. "Wait, ya be needin ta start wit da beginin. I know ya be tinkin' I be all knowin an da like but ya need be understandin dat I ain't no loa yet." He squatted down on the balls of his toes and watched her intently. She was clearly excited and it showed on her face and he found that exciting. Her eyes grew wide and her face had a permanent grin to it even while talking. It was curiously pleasant. "Walk me through the whole conversation and den I be sharin what I know about da two of dem. Ya might be wishin' ta know." He found it curious that she was no longer talking about killing the boy and they both had opportunity to do so, yet they hadn't. He had his reasons for hesitating, he wondered what hers were.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She continued her search until she found a vial she was looking for and brought it out. It was a clear vial, the liquid container within seemed to have a green glow emanating from it. “Targ be a smitt. He goin’ be makin’ Walmi some new blades.” She held the vial up to inspect it as if she could tell through sight when it would lose its potency. She looked around the vial to Aja’it finally, “But he be needin’ some tings from Walmi first.” She lowered the vial and rested her wrist on her knee. “Be needin’ a sacrifice, two gems, an’ some favor some day.” She shrugged, “Dat’s better den tradin’ in gold.” She watched him closely for a moment, the way his expression seemed to change as she spoke. Clearly he wanted to know about the boy as well, which she hadn’t forgotten entirely, “Dat be our boy. Da man from Shadra’s vision be da fadder. Boy can’t be hearin’ so he left ‘em as a babe.” She shrugged her shoulders, “Boy be wantin’ revenge on dat one.” The grin remained on her lips as she spoke, the promise of new daggers seemed to outweigh the completion of their training for the moment. “Good ting he be deaf. He woulda heard ya clompin’ around in de house.”
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
"Ya were supposed ta be keepin dem both outside. I found a few tings. If he be lookin ta take revenge on his pa den it makes sense ta steel his pigs and take em someplace else. Seems ta me he made the trip himself ta do it, had a map an everyting. There was also dis." He pulled out the large tooth and showed it to her. "Think it be a lion tooth da way it be curvin at de roots." He shrugged. "Da smith be a Blackrock, his papers be tellin a story of da fall a his people. He works da forge here to atton for his mistakes it seems. Givin his craft ta dem he deem worthy ta make a better Horde. Da boy seekin da same though there be a darkness in him for what was done." He let his thought trail off as he frowned deeply. He understood that darkness. He had held it for many years and still did. He wished to return home for two reasons. One because it was home, and two because in his heart he wanted to seek revenge for his own abandonment. He shook himself. "So you be lookin ta get da daggers and den kill da boy wit dem?" He asked cautiously. He didn't seem to mind her looking to get new weapons though he was slightly miffed he wasn't going to get two new axes from this famed smith. Still he wanted to know where she stood on the matters of their mission. More and more he was leaning in a different direction it seemed.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She looked at the tooth then back up at his face, “T’ief.” She chuckled gently at being able to call him a name he often called her. “Dis boy..” she shook her head, “I be gettin’ dem daggers den we can be killin’ him an’ da smitt.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug. She tucked her vial away while making a thoughtful noise, “Da question be. Why we here ta kill dis boy as part of da trainin’?” She raised a hand to tap her chin with a finger, “Targ be makin’ tings for da Horde. Wantin’ da Horde ta be better. But da Horde be da ones sendin’ us fer da boy.” She seemed to have a puzzled expression on her face, “If Da Horde just be treachery den why da Darkspear be workin’ fer dem?” She was trying to put things together in her head, not only for the task at hand but beyond. Thrall brought the Darkspear here, and the tribe owed him for that, but if this was the goal of the horde, the tribe would be little more than slaves to some overlord. She flicked one of her hoop earrings as she continued to think through it. Typically she could care little about the ambitions of any group, she thought of her own. This seemed different. The boy was already dead, and working with the smith out here far removed from the other orcs. Yet he was a threat? Maybe he wasn’t a threat, maybe he was a black mark on a reputation. She shook her head as her thoughts seem to be clouding her mind more than clearing it. She looked over at Aja’it through those golden orbs, “What ya be tinkin’ bout all dis?”
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
Aja'it furrowed his brow at her question. He knew his answer but the question was if it would cause them to be at odds. If that were the case he had another choice to make. He took a deep breath, "I think I be knowin why da elders be sendin us. Look at it beyond de boy and da blood debt. Da choice we make here be tellin us, and da tribe what kina Horde we be lookin ta make. Ya say da smith be lookin ta make da Horde better... what if dat's da choice? Ta choose makin da Hode better, honorable, true ta de ideas a family by savin a boy dat be broken, or ta choose ta make it strong, pure, an ruthless focused more on strong foundations a blood an power?" He assumed that he had lost her somewhere along the way. Thinking things through on a symbolic level was not something she was good at. "I don't be thinkin' killin dis boy be da point. I think de point bein da choice ta kill him or not." He fixed his eyes on her own, shifting his glances between each yellow orb. "I be no fan a da Darkspear, an I be no fan a da Horde, but da choice be before us both now. I know what I would choose." He was so convinced he was right in his interpretation of the mission that he forgot suddenly that he was supposed to hate his traveling companion. He had shown more of his thought process and opinions to her in that little speech than he ever had with a Darkspear before and it didn't really bother him. Not in the moment at least.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She listened to him quietly, for a change. He seemed to be saying a lot. A lot of things that didn't make a great deal of sense to her, of course, he usually spoke in riddles. "But...If we don' be killin' dat boy, den how do we be finishin' dis trainin'? Come back to da tribe as failures?" She shook her head slowly at that and the corners of her eyes pulled as she narrowed them, "Can't be failin' dis ting." She snorted at such a thought of failure, "Da horde, accordin' to da stories used ta be da ruthless force. Dis new horde...Why would it be changin' dat? Soundin' like da horde be soft if we can be killin' some deaf boy, don' it?" She considered it a few more moments, unsure of which path made more sense, "Da legends say dat when da Orc came t'rough da dark portal, dey be killin' dem humans. Now, da Horde be interestin' in da life of da weak boy?" She canted her head to the side, "I don' be knowin' which be da right path fer dis. I do be knowin' is da once da boy be dead. He be dead. Bwonsamdi be havin' him den, an' little be changin' dat." She grumbled to release some of her frustration with what she saw as a complicated dilemma, killing the boy was the easiest part of this task, it appeared.

Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
Aja'it tried to be patient but he was starting to feel his anger rise up in him. He laced his fingers together to keep from fiddling with something. "De be ruthless, but de also be slaves. I remember seein dem as a boy. De be mighty powerful but dey also be tools to dat rage. Unlike da Raventusk de be helpless to it instead a controllin it. Perhaps dis be there way a learnin." He looked to the sky, hoping to see a sign through the tree branches. There was none. "Our elders told us ta go ta Orgrimmar ta serve da Horde. Dis orc we be seein told us ta kill his son which if I be guessin right, be nothin more den a stain on his honor. Perhaps dat be why he be a butcher a pigs not centaur or da elves. Now though his son be trainin ta be a smith, a mighty good one if what ya be sayin true and dat will serve de horde." "De elders never charged us wit killin dis boy, only da father. So... de elders want us ta serve da Horde. What be da best option for us ta do just that?" He was trying to explain it in a way she would get his ideas but he knew he wasn't doing a great job. Still he wasn't even sure how to explain it in the first place. He never thought he would be advocating to save this boy, an orc boy, instead of just killing him to get it over with. His mind had gotten in the way of his long held beliefs and it was screwing with his brain.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
Her brow furrowed as she listened to him. The elders did send them to serve the horde, that much was true. They never claimed that butcher was in fact the horde, itself, so much as the horde was the horde. The people made up the horde, however, the butcher was a person. Her mind seemed to fall into circular thoughts as she tried to work through them, attempting to straighten the coils. "If dat be true..." She made a thoughtful as she thought some more, "Den we kill da fadder?" A hand lifted to rub her chin for a moment as her brain seemed to go off the rails, "Da fadder be da one who want ta end da boy, eh? An' the da boy be servin' da horde. Den da fadder ain't servin' da horde by havin' da boy killed." She snapped her fingers and looked over at him, excitement covering her expression, "Den by not killin' dis boy, we be protectin' him from us. An' dat mean we be protectin' da horde." She shifted a bit in his squatted position, "Da best way ta serve da horde be ta spare da boy an' kill da butcher. Or let da boy kill da butcher." She shook her head swiftly, "Someone need ta be dyin' before we done."
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He laughed at her and nodded, pleased she had come to the same conclusion he had. He grinned wide around his tusks, his eye bright with excitement. "If it be me I say da boy need be killin his father himself but not til he be older. Dat be a stain on da soul ya can only take up when ya know what ya barginin wit. As for who be dyin, I ain't sure who dat be if we let da boy kill im. Perhaps no one." He shrugged. Now that it was settled that they weren't killing the pup he seemed to relax a bit. He even seemed not to be bothered with moving on to the next bit of business. "Now about ya daggers. Ya say ya need two gems, an the death of a creature? Da lion ya be meanin, eh?" He patted his pants pockets until he seemed sure he hadn't lost something. "Ya be havin des gems? I doubt it be somethin ya could find in da Crossroads." He glanced back towards the smith's home. A thought crossed his mind that if they did not return with the boy's eyes and inform the father that he would just send more darkspear initiates after him, if infact others were sent to him. No one ever knew what task they would be sent on.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She looked at him curiously, “Dat boy don’ look like da type ta make da death take long enough.” She shook her head at that thought, “Sometin’ like dat be needin’ da right amount of sufferin’ so da death be da gift.” The thought of no one dying was not a pleasant one, not in the least. They were tasked with the death of a boy, and now the death of no one. Though she agreed the boy shouldn’t be killed, the feeling left her somewhat empty inside. That feeling disappeared when he brought up the daggers and it was replaced with one of excitement. “Da gems be easy enough ya be findin’. Few sweet words to da right person an’ da gems come. Da creature though, it need ta be dat lion dem orcs was huntin’.” She nodded swiftly, “Targ said da greater da sacrifice da greater da blessin’. Dat means it needs ta be a great beast we be sacrificin’.” She looked at him for a solid minute in silence, she was studying him for the moment, looking over her bait. “How ya be wit huntin’ lions? Needs ta be done quick. Da longer da fight, the more chance we don’ be survivin’.”
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He snorted at her. With how close they were he could pick out the slight shifting of her eyes as she looked him over. "Lions be big, strong, and cunning. Da Lord of da Hunt be guidin me an he be fasta an more cunnin then any lion be. Still dis one be strong as de say den we need be careful. Ya wantin me ta be bait, as usual, den de do dis my way." Perhaps she would insist on it being her kill as it was her sacrifice which would likely have been more fitting but if he was going to be turned into lion food he wanted to at least have it be done by his own failings. There was a gentle breeze coming through their little hiding spot and he could smell her mingled with the pine. Why did Jungle Trolls have to smell so much? The horrid flowers, and fruits, and elixirs of their rituals made him want to snort. It was too sweat, too soft. He focused on the pine smell as it mingled with her own and blinked slowly. In the dappled light of the tree he could make out the small hairs of fuzz that covered her face, creating the soft blueish color of her skin. He assumed it would be course and rough and unpleasant. Damn jungle trolls.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
“Like how we did da smitt’s house your way?” She chuckled lightly at him, having been waiting for jab at him for nearly getting caught by the boy. She raised a hand to scratch the side of her head, “Well, if we doin’ dis yer way den I get ya be makin’ da kill. An’ we might be tinkin’ on poisonin’ it first. Least den it be weaker, eh??” She noticed his prolonged gaze and a brow rose slowly, “Dere sometin’ wrong wit yer eye?” She tilted her head as she looked back at him, letting her golden orbs move over his face and tusks. He had a strange look to his face, it seemed longer than the Darkspear, though that may have been a result of his long tusks. If he weren’t a disgusting tree troll she may-...she shook her head suddenly, “Can’t be staying here all da day, ya know.”
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He blinked and shook his head, making a show of rubbing his eye. "Dis wind be pikin up all kinda a dust." He stood and stretched, his thick muscles quivering from the enormous strain he put on himself. He rubbed his tusks, though shorter than most Darkspear they were thick and polished brightly. "From da talk we won be able ta bait da beast. Not wit somethin already dead. How fast ya posion be workin? I could be dead before it be weak enough ta take hold." He stepped free of the bushes and looked around. They would need to track it down and that might take days. And he could not call on a vision from Halazzi as the Lord of the Hunt would never answer such a call. The thrill of the hunt came from the anticipation of tracking the kill. He assumed such a male would have a large pride which narrowed the search down a bit and the horde warriors had come north to seek it. He would need to get to someplace high up in the middle of the terrain.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She nodded at his eye rubbing, “Dusty out here. Dat be true.” She paused as she watched him stand and stretch. His muscles were defined, something she hadn’t paid a great deal of attention to be fore this moment. Once he stepped out she followed, letting her eyes move over the landscape, “Dat be dependin’ on da size of da kill an’ da delivery, hard ya be sayin’ on a big lion. Never had ta poison one of dem before.” She took a step further, moving to stand in front of him as she looked out, “It be a good ting ya flesh be growin’ back so quick. Dat might be comin’ in useful.” She smirked to herself, having her back to him allowed that expression to go unchecked. “Where should we be lookin’ first fer dis lion? Da orcs went north. Dat where we go?”
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He snorted, both at her comments of regrowth as well as the orcs. "Dem orcs be stupider den da elves. All dat noise be drivin da prey away. When da prey leave so do da lions. It be simple. We go south west where da prey be more plentiful. Large males like ta have der space, ya know?" He spoke to her back, scowling slightly. He liked hte idea of being bait less and less. "I've got ta get me some higher ground. Might need ta be callin on da great Eagles for der eyes ta best be seachin." He patted his pocket again. An idea forming in the back of his mind. "If ya be wantin ya gems ya could always head back ta Orgrimmar. Da task be done when ya return." It would at least save him form being bait and he could take down the lion on his own terms. Plus it got her out of his way which right now seemed like a wonderful idea considering the notice he had been taking of her the last few days. She was nothing more than a cloud on his judgment from being so irritating and smug. Obviously.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She listened to him quietly as he spoke, he sure did ramble on a lot. Though, when he mentioned her departure she turned around on her heels to face him, "Ohhh. Ya would be likin' dat, wouldn't ya? Walmi not here when dat lion goes down. Den Targ be findin' out an' tinkin' I be cheatin' him. Tch." She shook her head and poked a single finger at his chest, "Dat is not how dis be happenin'. I need ta be dere fer da kill, an ta make da kill." She snorted as she looked up at him, even in his hunched posture he was taller than she was, "We need ta be findin' anot'er way. Dat way be shut." She leaned back on her heels and folded her arms across her chest, "Dis beast...Dis whole ting be important. Can't be cuttin' dem corners. Needs ta be da right way. Honor fer da loa, da smitt, an even da horde if dat be da path we need ta be followin'."
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He looked slightly taken back by her speech. Honor and Walmi were not things he often put in the same sentence if ever. That was twice now he had learned something of her he had assumed otherwise. He rubbed at the poke to his chest and then held up a hand. "Easy now mon. If ya kill me now ya won't be havin live bait." He furrowed his brow slightly to look around and then pointed to a tall mountain that seemed to jut from the ground out of nothing. "We go up there. Shouldn't take us too long ta climb." He lowered his eyes down to her again. She was much closer than usual and it made his eyes narrow slightly. "Der be a cost ta my helpin ya though. Ya be gettin des daggers wit my help an leavin me with weapons older than even I am. I think there be somethin owed ta the one riskin der necks for ya. Hmm?"
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She looked up at him, eyes still narrowed, "I won't be killin' ya. Lest we be failin'." There was a playfulness in her tone, but it was still firm enough to show she was not joking, entirely. She turned to look to where he was pointing, the tall mountain. It would cause a delay in the task, but it didn't appear to be helped. She turned back to him as he spoke again, "An what dat cost be, den?" She looked at him sternly, not being a fan of his extortion. Which is the way she saw it, he was still a prison of the Darkspear, at least until they finally returned to the elders. She needed the new blades, and it needed to be done properly. If Targ thought for a moment she lacked honor he would rescind the trade and she would be left with her current ones. That would not do. She had already considered trying to find another way, a quicker easier way. The smith would see through that trick, she assumed. He seemed to be able to read people or at least it appeared so. She let her thoughts wander as she awaited Aja'it's response. She wasn't concerned so much with his cost, she assumed it would be some emotional thing and nothing tangible. He cared little for material things. Perhaps he wanted a new statue to sleep beside.
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He grinned slightly at her teasing though was reassured by her statement. He knew that so long as he remained useful he would remain breathing. That had been his way of thinking for some time. Why none of the other troll youths could come against him, why the other adult trolls could never get rid of him. He was Useful above all else. "It be two things. Two costs for two favors. Da first, for helpin ya kill dis beast and bein ya bait, as I always am, ya take care wit da pelt. The pelt of a black lion be rare and valuable and if da beast be as powerful as we hear from dem orcs it be a proper sacrifice ta da Loa of da Hunt." He dug around in his pocket and pulled out the small package she had seen him tuck away from orgrimmar in that queer shop. "An I be willin ta give ya dis ta save ya da trip south ta da Crossraods or East ta Orgrimmar. In return ya be owin me da cost a my trip over da sea ta me homelands." He held out the package which he had unwrapped to show two fine amber colored gems cut into the shapes of water drops. They glowed faintly in the sunlight and held the promise of magic within them though what kind of magics was hard to tell.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She tilted her head as she listened to his requests. he was a greedy Troll, now wasn't he? She needed the lion and she saw using him as the best way to achieve it, even with a high cost of letting him have the pelt and her promise not to damage it any more than is needed. Well, then he brought out those gems. Which she immediately reached for, she could never deny such things. "Fine fine...Dat's a deal, den. But ya me sometin' too." She forced her gaze away from the gems in her hands and up to his face, "Shadra be showin' me a vision. Da black lion, an' a dead troll. Ya be promisin' me ya don' be dat troll. I don' be carin' one way or da odder. Da loa seem ta tink it be important ya don' be dyin' yet." She nodded swiftly with a grunt. Clearly, she didn't wish him to die, she would lose her bait and be forced to start the task of acquiring new bait, and she had already invested so much time in this one. "How's dat be soundin'?" Her eyes moved back to the gems she was still slowly reaching for, she wanted them. She wanted to touch them, feel their weight in her hand, and eventually in her new blades. The glow made her even more curious, she didn't know what magic or voodoo were in the gems, but she didn't care. At all.
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He tilted his head to the side as she made her own request and a grin pulled at his lips. He sucked his teeth, "Careful now Walmi. Some might be thinkin ya growin a soft spot for me." He laughed loudly and offered her the gems freely. The bargains struck between trolls were absolute, even across tribes. So long as the deal was fair then he had no qualms about handing over her prize. The idea that she had seen a dead troll with this lion did give him pause though. If it was him in the vision he would need to hold great caution. Infact he would be more apt to watch her from doing something reckless and getting him killed. He snorted to himself. "Da magic in dos gems be some shaman thing. Da woman at da shop seemed ta think it be a big deal but they ain't doin anyting special in my hands. Didn't get them for that. Maybe ya new closest mate be knowin a thing or two about it." He looked at the gems with a slight frown in her hand. Clearly he didn't consider giving them up a small things though it would be a mystery as far as why.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She narrowed her eyes at his jibe, she knew it was coming, but that didn't mean she had to like it. "Don' be flatterin' yaself, Troll." She snorted and took the gems greedily. She held one between her fingers and raised it up to the light to inspect it closer. "Shaman magic, eh? Hope dey ain't cursed or someting." She placed the gem back in her hand beside the other and gave the opposite gem the same treatment, "I wonder what da magic be doin'. I wonder how it be workin' wit what da smitt be doin' to da blades?" She placed the gem back into her hand and folded up the small package before tucking it away in a pouch for safe keeping. She patted the pouch with her palm gently, "Dey be safe in dere." She stepped away from him, on her way to the mountain he pointed out earlier, "If ya be stayin' 'round we should be doin' da same fer dem old weapons ya be luggin' around. Dey don' be lookin' too good next ta da new ones I be gettin'." She glanced over her shoulder at him with a smirk, "Could be seein' if Targ be willin' ta do da same for ya." She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, "He didn't seem ta be mindin' when I asked. Could tell'em we be kin or sometin'. Dat seemed important to da orc."

Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He gave a bark of harsh laughter. "Kin? Have ya been seein yaself of late? Ya ain't beautiful enough ta be a Forest Troll mon. He be seein right away we ain't kin an even if ya ment kin wit out blood he be knowin soon as look at us we aint friendly enough ta be kin like dat." He shook his head and started after her. He was hopeful to reach the peak by dark. They could shelter there and in the light of the bright moon perhaps he could see the best animal herd to track to find this lion. "An I ain't plannin on stickin' round. Once I got ya gold ta tak my zepplin I be goin home." He said this with more strength than completely necessary, as if he were also telling his loa and willing himself to forget the visions. "I be done wit my imprisonment. I be tinkin dat sixteen long years be enough ta serve for a crime I never did." His feathers were clearly ruffled now and he ran his hand through is tall hair, the vibrant red catching the sun. He would need to tend to it soon before it lay all the way flat. That would be horrible.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
She raised her shoulders in a shrug, “He be an orc. Doubt he be knowin’ all bout da ways of trolls. ‘Specially bein’ our here away from everyting.” She ignored the comment about tree trolls being pretty, doubtful. Pretty as a rock with moss growing all over it. She snorted defiantly at that. Disgusting forest trolls
“Ain’t a troll happier den me ta be hearin’ dat!” She laughed, loudly, it nearly sounded like a witch’s cackle. “Den Kalimdor door be lookin’ at least a bit prettier when dat day be comin’.” She glanced over her shoulder to smirk at him and his half flat hair. It was odd to see it so unkempt, he was always so obsessive about that damn hair. “Sixteen years of da best trainin’ in Azeroth. Tinkin’ dat’s a fair trade.” She continued her walk, but at a brisket pace. She was not interested in running, but the excitement of new daggers was difficult for her contain and it was pushing her forward. “when ya do be gettin’ back, dem forest trolls won’t be keepin’ up wit ya since all dis trainin’ be superior over dere’s. Den Dey be askin’ ya ta be showin’ dem da ways.”
 Arravien Anderton10/06/2019
He shot her a uncharacteristicly teasing glare. Usually any word against his birth tribe did not go over well. He did shake his head, and for the briefest of moments he wondered if perhaps she was right. He had almost no memory of his home. Afew smells a few sights and sounds of the landscape, the rituals that he been taught since the moment that he could understand them. Even had some berserker training as most for a stroll males do when they are extremely young. But he had no memory of the actual training itself or how his people fared. He didn't even know who the enemies of his people were inorder to brag about their strength. It was a curious thought but he pushed it aside quickly as a less pleasing thought came to him. His treading grin slowly faded and was replaced with his characteristic furrowed brow. "We best be goin. Want ta be up that spire a stone before night be coming." Clearly that was not the thought that had caused his change in mood. In truth it was something he would likely never talk openly about. His fear of being accepted back with the Raventusk was his greatest fear other than disappointing his loa.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/06/2019
"Da sooner we be up dere, da sooner I be gettin' new blades. Den we can be returnin' to da Darkspear an' report." She nodded at her words, "An' da sooner ya can be returnin' ta dem Eastern Kingdoms. I be stayin' here dough. Dis place, it be havin' secrets an' I be wantin' ta find 'em." She moved at her brisk walk, turning her attention back to the mountain ahead of them. In her mind there was some special prize waiting atop it, but in all honestly it was just another step in a much larger goal. "Of course, if ya be hopin' ta make it up dere by night. Den ya best.." She glanced to him for a brief moment before looking back ahead, "Stop laggin' back dere!" She let out a laugh and and moved into a sprint toward the mountain. Clearly she knew he could catch and overtake her eventually, but she at least had a clear start and when he may not have noticed. She considered such a victory in her twisted mind.
October 7, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/07/2019
He snorted as she took off and let her have the lead. He let himself hold the dark thoughts for a few moments before stuffing them away once more. Such things were not for the moment and he would deal with them later. Whatever that meant. He shouted after her, "Woman ya be playin a dangerous game leadin on da hunter!" He grinned to himself and started to sprint after her. It was a mistake. He was a powerful runner but sprinting was never his strong suit. It made his muscles burn and his lungs ache. After a little bit he dropped down to his steady jog. He would wear her down eventually, and the steep uphill climb where they often had to go on all fours to maintain balance, was not the best for a jungle troll's frame. Forest trolls lived in the high mountains and had to navigate through more hills. At length, after a good while, he eventually caught up to her on a rocky shelf just big enough for the two of them. He snagged her wrist and pulled her to a stop, panting from the heavy climb and attempts to sprint longer than a minuet. He was grinning teasingly and rather smugly at having caught his quarry. They were about three quarters of the way up the rocky spire of stone but the rout they had taken had circled around to the south west side so he did not need to go the rest of the way. They had a clear view of the setting sun which bathed the stone around them in gold and purple.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/07/2019
She ignored his threats as she ran, her laughter continuing. It felt good to sprint for a change. It was exciting to move at a faster pace over a shorter distance than those long jogs Aja’it seemed so fond of. Horrible way to travel, in her eyes. She was forced to slow eventually as she reached the mountain. It was steep and she had to lower her frame much closer to the ground in order to have any hopes of scaling it. She let out a surprised sound as he grabbed her wrist and she stopped to look over at him, still panting from the exertion, “Be ‘bout time...” there was a mischievous grin on her expression as she breathed heavily, trying to regain her breath. She wriggled her wrist free from his grasp and turned to look out over the landscape, “Look at dat.” Her chest rose and fell as she took deep rapid breaths, though they became more shallow as she began to recover, “Dat be sometin’ ta be seein’, eh?”(edited)
 Arravien Anderton10/07/2019
He let her go easily enough and nodded as he looked out over the land. He breathed deeply, his chest swelling with the moment. It was no forest, but it was beautiful. He watched the grasses wave in the wind like the sea and the splashes of color in the sky turned everything an even deeper gold. He made a very pleased sound in the back of his throat in agreement. For several long moments he remained still, letting the sight be memorized for a long moment. Eventually though he let his eyes fall do the lower plains. There were many herds moving through the grasses, black dots on the golden sea. He squatted down on his toes to look out, a hand running along his short tusk. "Der be a small kodo herb, separate from de rest a da grass-eaters. Lion dat big, dat big a pride, dey need ta be killin a kodo a week just ta survive. Bet dey don't even bother wit da small game." He pointed out the moving dots which were closer than several other herds and father north from the rest. He looked up at her and raised a brow. The setting sun was making her pink hair turn to fire which was amusing as he considered her such a hot head
 Jocelyn Prescott10/07/2019
She squatted down on the edge of the cliff side next to him, apparently not concerned about tumbling to her death. She saw the smaller herd, but it seemed difficult to comprehend, “A whole kodo a week? Dat be a lot of meat.” She shook her head slowly, “Dat be enough ta be feedin’ da whole village.” She chuckled at the thought of seeing a group of trolls butcher such a large beast. It still seemed exaggerated for some lions to eat so much. She placed a hand flat on the ground between her feet as she looked out over the plains, “Where dis lion be? He be so big dat we can be seein’ ‘em from way up here? Dem kodo be lookin’ small.” Her other hand moved to rest on her knee, “Da sooner dis lion show, da sooner I be gettin’ dem blades.” Her impatience seemed to surface the closer she was to a goal, every step of progress would increase her excitement. This moment was no different. They were now hunting the beast she needed, that was closer than before they were hunting it.
 Arravien Anderton10/07/2019
He shook his head. "I not be knowin Woman. An wit night comin ya best be ready ta wait da night. At dawn I be callin on Akil'darah and Akil'zon. Dey be feelin good wit me offerin de may be sendin me der eagle eyes ta see wit. Da great eagles not be flyin at night." He looked back out over the land as the gray light started to take over from the gold and purple. The mountains baring passage west were black with the light behind them and he watched the world darken around them. "Da better question be how ya intend ta be dealin wit da beast's pride. A creature as powerful as he be likely ta have a big one an not far from his gaze." He had one idea but he did not like it one bit as it would likely not work at all. All the stories of lions he knew were from darkspear hunters or from the teachings of Halazzi. It did not look good for his chances of surviving unharmed. It was a good thing trolls as a whole were so hard to kill he reflected.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/07/2019
She snorted at the delay he spoke of, clearly unhappy with the result. She for some reason believed that once they had the higher vantage point they would somehow magically know where the beast lie, "Den we be waitin' fer da mornin'." She shifted back away from the edge of the cliff and plopped down on her backside, propping her back up against the rock. "Da pride?" She raised a hand to tap a finger against her chin, "I don' be knowin' jes' yet. Da mornin' maybe I be knowin' den." She raised her shoulders in a shrug and removed one of her daggers, she used the tip of the blade to prod at a wide fingernail, "I be open ta suggestions. Da beasts be more your kin den mine." She glanced up from her work long enough to smirk at him from behind.
 Arravien Anderton10/07/2019
He grunted, "That not be such a bad ting ya know." He looked back at her with a grin and then moved to sit near her, leaning back against the stone. Maintaining the closer proximity to her seemed to come naturally any more instead of being a strain or irritation. "Da best I be knowin ta do be seperaitin' da huntesses from der mate. No easy ting but dey fight for him ta protect der young. I gotta be interuptin a hunt." He leaned his head back against the stone and watched the sky, the first stars coming out. "If da huntresses be occupied wit a kill de be less likely ta rush me. It be that or a pit. Find a place ta set up a fallin pit dat we can lure da male to." Either way he had the distinct uneasy feeling that Bwonsomdi was breathing down his neck, laughing at him, baiting him to death. "Or perhaps because of da odd colorin be be an outcast an alone an much easier ta deal wit." He said trying to sound confident. This whole thing was turning into a bad idea.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/07/2019
“Da pit? Don’ be tinkin’ da loa would be approvin’ of dat.” Her brow furrowed, she was not one to worry about honor and fair fights so much, this seemed...different somehow. “Not sure how we be gettin’ da huntresses away.” She turned her head slowly to look over at him, “Doubt ya can be bait fer both., eh?” She shook her head and went back to fingertips, “Him bein’ da outcast be our easiest bet. Dat mean it ain’t meant ya be.” She chuckled lightly at that, “What bout dis...” a fire rose in her eyes as she stopped toying with her dagger, “We be gettin’ dem ta be eatin’ sometin’ dat ain’t so good. Den Dey won’t be helpin’ da male.” She raised her free hand up to rub at her chin with her knuckles, “Could be poisonin’ dere prey. Den when dey eat it, dey be gettin’ da poison.” She looked over at him again, “Dat be takin’ longer an’ not sure how we be gettin’ dem ta do it. Be a t’ought.”
October 8, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
He snorted at her. "Da loa ain't be carin so much about what be honorable. Dat be a green skin's worries an day of da Darkspear it be seemin. Da loa care about power an survival an what we do ta bring dem worship. Some might say posion be just as bad as a pit trap." He ran his hand through his hair and frowned. It was half flat from his inability to tend to it properly that morning. He would be sure to wake properly inorder to set it right. "Besides if it be goin well de only thing dat lion be interested in eatin be me. So unless ya plan on injectin me wit enough posion ta slow da beast down I doubt we could be Workin wot dat." He kept looking up to the stars but he felt a cold prickle at the back of his neck. She would posion him just to get her daggers and he knew that. Perhaps he shouldn't sleep after all.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
“Dat may be true.” She shifted a bit before tucking her dagger away, “but if dat green skin don’ be tinkin’ we killed da beast wit honor. He won’t he makin’ me blades.” She snorted at the thought of him rejecting her request, a heat rising in her suddenly. Damn green skins. “Far as da poison. Dat be more honorable den some hole.” She looked over at him at his mention of her poisoning him and made a long, thoughtful sound. It wasn’t a terrible idea, and it seemed feasible. She could concoct some antivenom to apply before Bwonsamdi took him completely. He wouldn’t do so willingly, perhaps she could wait for him to sleep. Her hand disappeared into one of the pouches on her hip and her fingers moved over the vials held there absently. “Poison you? Don’ tink your brain be workin’ so good dis high up where da air be thinner.” She chuckled lightly at him, though, her mind was busy elsewhere. He would be upset if she were to poison him, it it was a risk she would be willing to take. It was also worth the risk for the reward of her new blades.
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
Her teasing did not bring him comfort. She had a calculating glint in her eye that he did not like at all. He touched the small bone on his vest again. "Jus remember I be serious about hauntin da one dat be killin me. Ya be keeping ya toxins ta yerself woman." He looked over at her and dispute his worries of waking up full of some aweful chemical he did at least admire her ruthless nature. It was a good trait among trolls even if it would likely get him killed. Her warnings of the lion standing over a dead troll came to mind and he felt cold again. After a moment he sighed and stood, finding a spot where he would curl up for the night and starting to set his alter up. The simple task calmed him and he set aside his fears. If he did die to her his curse would make her life miserable and he would simply persist as a spirit server to the Loa which was not the best option but better than true death in his eyes.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
“Tch. Ya be paranoid. “ she shook her head at him and watched as he moved to set up his alter. He had every reason to be paranoid, but she didn’t mention that. Instead she shifted away from the rock wall and curled up on the ledge with her back facing him. “If dat be me plan ya already would be poisoned.” She snorted and folded her hands under her head. She shifted a bit to find comfort on the hard surface and fell silent. After a few moments her breathing deepened and each breath became slow and even. She would lay here until she was sure he was asleep. He always considered her inpatient, but she could be patient when the moment required it. Even still, she couldn’t wait for him to take a week to track this cat. It needed to be found and dispatched tomorrow. The sooner that was done, the sooner she could have her prize.

Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
He grumbled faintly to himself as he settled his loa in their place and then laid down. He didn't trust her one bit as far as the poison went but he trusted in the general idea that if she did poison him it wouldn't be tonight. They had to find the beast first else the toxin would claim him too soon. At least that is what he told himself. Her deep breathing, an abnormal comfort in the sound of the wind, eased him to relaxation. In the morning he would prey to the two great eagles and seek their vision. They would perhaps give him the insight he needed on this beast. At length he dozed off. Laying on his back with his hands folded over his chest, one hand gripped around the hilt of his dagger. Years of being set on in his sleep had made him rather paranoid. Growing back ears or even a nose or a toe was long and painful business. Poison seemed no different. He did start to sleep soundly though after several hours of light fitful rest.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
She lay there motionless for what seemed like an eternity until she no longer heard him stirring. Slowly, she opened her eyes and a small grin crept over her lips. Finally. She rose to her knees and crawled over to him, each step slow and careful. Walmi‘s eyes moved over his sleeping form, he was more peaceful when he slept, or at least quieter. Peaceful or not, he would not hinder her from her new blades. Her hand dipped into a pouch on her side and removed a black vile. Carefully the stopper was removed and she turned it on its side, tapping it gently with a finger until a small amount of the white powder ended up on a fingertip from her free hand. He was sleeping, but not sound enough, especially with the way he gripped that dagger. She moved her fingertip slowly until he rested just below his nose, and she would wait until he inhaled deep enough to pull in that powder. It was similar to what she had given the orc at the inn back in Razor Hill. It would not cause any harm, but it would put him into a deeper slumber, at least for the remainder of the night.
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
For a moment while he slept Aja'it gripped his blade tighter. The feeling of something looming over him was too close but as the wind curled around the mountain top he seemed to relax. He took in a huge breath and shifted his lower half slightly, half turning as he grumbled, unaware of the chemical he had just pulled into his system. In his dreams he was soaring over that harsh land again. The rolling sands and deserts. Carried on the back of the great eagles in the sun he felt their dread, their calls of warning. There was something about the sands that caused them great distress but his eye could not see. He urged the Loa to show him what he needed to see but the image only changed from rolling sands to harsh red rock and lifeless lands.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
Walmi watched him quietly. studying his body's reaction to what she had done. When he spoke of her impatience, he was not aware of just how much patience she could muster with the right motivation. This was the right motivation. She replaced the stopper and tucked the vial away, though she did not move. She continued to study him, watching for any signs that what she had administered would not take effect. Her eyes narrowed as she watched, not out of anger, but out of concentration. Poisoning her companion was something she had often considered, and now here she was. She reached a hand up into her head hair and withdrew a thin needle which appeared to be made of bone. Its tip was small and the perfect shape for inserting into flesh. There were times when she would resort to using such a device instead of a dagger, they were much easier to hide, and easier still to break off in someone flesh and prevent their removal until the poison had done its task.
[8:23 PM]She produced another vial from her pouch, though this one was clear and container a thick green fluid. She rose slowly, quietly and moved to his opposite side before settling down. Her eyes fixated onto his left forearm and she removed the stopper from the vial before dipping the tip of the needle into the liquid. Slowly, she pressed the needle into his flesh, though not far, just far enough for the poison to be forced below the skin. As she withdrew it, she looked up at the sky to see the position of the moon, to record what the hour was. Walmi's tongue moved out to wet her lips as she looked back down at her prey and she continued her work. It would take her most of the night. Dipping the needle and pricking his flesh, it was tedious work, but necessary. When she finished the sky was finally starting to turn grey and she returned the vial and needle to their normal resting places before moving away from him. The deed was done, and although he wouldn't feel any different, at least for a while, she had to admire the green design that appeared on his flesh. The snake seemed a fitting creature for this deadly tattoo, and she was quite fond of it. She moved away from him and took up her original spot, though she decided to prop her back up against the rock wall instead of laying, and she rested one hand on the hilt of one of her blades. When he rose he may make an attempt on her life if he understood just what had been done. She could explain it, and then things would be just fine.
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
As Aja'it was roused from sleep he grumbled. His dream had stretched on and on, on the back of the great eagle over the barren red land. He felt more tired now than when he had gone to sleep and simply put it up to the endless flight through his dreamlands. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand, smearing his warpaint. It mattered little. He would be replacing it today. He considered that Red might be a fitting color for the red land in his dream. He took a deep breath and rolled himself into a sitting position. His eyes at once locking on Walmi as she was already awake. Irritation flooded him. The Morning hours were his and she needed to get her big nose out of it. He glared at her, starting off the day unhappy. He scratched absently at the new mark in his skin though didn't look at it. He was busy getting up and turning his back to her so that he could start his offering and seek the sight of the Loa. He pulled his dagger free and went to cut the pad of his thumb as he usually did and then paused. The pinpoints standing out on his moss covered skin. He froze.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
She opened her eyes to watch him stir, though she didn't feel a need to move or speak for the moment. Instead she would watch, study his body language. Clearly he was not in the best of moods, and even after such a heavy sleep. She shifted a bit to sit up straighter as she stared at his back. Perhaps he would pray to his loa before setting out, perhaps he would discover what she had done. That reaction, it was a small reward. She always enjoyed the moment when her prey realized that's exactly what they had been, it was quite enjoyable for her. This was, different somehow. He was not to be killed, well, his death was to be avoided if possible at least. Live bait was far more appealing for her uses than a dead slab of meat. She raised her eyes to the sky, counting the hour. They still had plenty of time.
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
Above all else Aja'it knew two things. One, if he reacted in any sort of outburst she would only gain more pleasure from what had been done. Two, he would never trust a Darkspear again. His heart started to pound in his ears as he looked at the mark. The serpent moving up his skin looked almost alive in his growing rage. He smoothed his breathing and turned his eyes to the sky, feeling the magic pool within him as his muscles started to expand slightly. His voice was slightly deeper, far more deadly than usual and cold, "How long did ya give me, Darkspear?" He was balancing on an edge, trying his best to controll his swelling anger as he knew it would only bring her pleasure. He could rant and rave and even kill her but that would not get him the antidote. He knew that. Yet the idea of wetting his tusks in her blood was suddenly a very pleasing image. One of his hands moved to his axe, gripping it tightly as he kneaded the earth under him with his toes, drawing up power from the earth itself."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
Ah. There it was. The understanding. Though, she was somewhat disappointed in the calm response it would have to do. “Be givin’ ya da rest of yer life.” Her brow furrowed as she realized that wasn’t perhaps the best choice of words. Even in such a moment it was difficult not to rib her companion. She moved away from the rock wall and rested on her knees, “I be meanin’ dat’s yer protection’ from da lion we seek.” She nodded slowly as she watched him, still expecting his rage to get the better of him. “Dat be a blessin’ more den anyting else.” A small smile formed on her lips, in her mind it served a number of purposes, it would protect him, but also give him the sense of urgency she needed with finding this beast.
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
It wasn't the best of answers. He stood slowly, his thick muscles now straining against the straps of his harness. Unable to control his rage any longer he drew both axes and spun around. His eyes were alight with red fire and his body pulsed with the magical energies of the Berserkers. He threw one at her in order to distract her. Then he rushed in, intent on pinning her against the stone wall behind them. He snarled and roared. He was hardly thinking any more. The trouble with awakening the berserking magic within a troll and then not teaching them how to control was that he entered a state of killing anything in his path. Walmi would have known stories about his rages from their younger years when the others had teased him past the point of no return but it had not happened to her knowledge for many years. It also made him careless.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
She let out a gasp at the sudden movement, not out of fear but more out of surprise. She would be lying if there wasn't a small amount of excitement in her from the moment of tension. She was able to avoid the flying axe, but it left her open to be pinned against the rock wall. She looked up at him in silence for a long moment, studying the look in his eyes, the rage. It was pleasing to see to some degree, "Easy dere." In the brief moment before he was at her she was able to have enough wit about her to free one of the daggers which she held between them, hopefully low enough to be out of his sight. She had no intention of butchering him, unless it was warranted. Walmi gave him a few moments of hard breathing before she decided to speak, "Dis be no way of sayin' tanks. Walmi's mark ain't dere ta be killin' ya. It be dere ta be protectin' ya from da black lion." She could feel some annoyance beginning to rise in herself, it could've been the result of his ungratefulness or the fact that she had been robbed the opportunity of admiring her work in the better light of the morning.
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
Aja'it had his unmarked forearm pressed across her upper chest, pinning her shoulders back and he was close enough that with his breathing the sharp points of his tusks were just brushing the exposed skin of her neck. Still he was holding back. The fire in his eyes slowly dimmed though they did not return to their warm amber coloring yet. Hix other hand held his weapon firmly but it was not raised. His voice was like a blade's edge, "Ya poison me in da night an call it protection?" He pressed her more firmly against the stone. He gave no heed to his greater strength, powered by the magic of his body and any pain he might have been causing her in the moment as he pressed in, his face pulled in a half snarl. "How long Woman?" He was starting to shake again, the fire in his eyes flicking back to life. His moment of reason starting to leave him as other thoughts came through. The desire to kill, the desire to take from her what he could, anything he could. He felt at the very least that she should die in return for killing him slow with poison. He was clearly forgetting the bit where he had made a deal with her over the kill as well as the fact that she still needed him alive, and Walmi did not get rid of useful toys.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
She looked up at him, her eyes narrowed as she was growing tired of this game of his, “Ya be havin til late in da night. Da lion be havin less time den dat.” She craned her neck, pressing her flesh against the tips of his tusks, “If ya gonna be killin’ me den dot it. Ya be followin’ not long after.” Her golden orbs remained locked on his face as the gears in her head were hard at work, “Or ya stop wastin’ time an’ we get dat lion. Den I be givin’ ya da anti-venom.” She lifted her free hand and wrapped her fingers around his marked forearm, “dis here. Dis be da ting dat keep ya from fallin’ to da beast.” She let her fingertips run down the length of the serpent on his moss covered arm, as disgusting as it was to be touching a forest troll, she deemed it necessary. “I dun’ be wishin’ dat vision ta be comin’ true. So I be protection’ ya from dat.” There was a sincerity in her voice, even if the actions she referred to were little short of insanity.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
He flinched as she touched him. The pricks didn't hurt necessarily, not enough to cause him to flinch anyway. He gave her one last shove into the stone, and turned his head away so that the soft skin under her jawline was opened wide by the sharp points of his tusks. He gathered his tossed axe and set both on his waist once more as he turned his back to her. "When dis be done, ya never let me be seein' ya. Ya be dead." He stalked off towards his alter and drew his dagger. In his simmering rage he drew the blade over largest vein in his unmarked forearm, splatterin blood all over his idols. After a moment of holding the wound closed a thick scab had started to form. He began his chanting though this time it was no soft song of praise but a commanding chant. It spoke of his hatred, his intent to sacrifice in the loa's name, he pledge of pure blood given next time. After several moments of this an eagle would fly over head, calling out to Aja'it. It dove for him and slashed him with talons across the face. Perhaps a punishment for his demands or a displeasure of his sacrifice. It did not seem to mater either way. The eagle flew off and Aja'it's eyes followed with it until he was looking through the eyes of the great bird. It dropped down to the grasses below and flew due west towards the edge of several great pine trees where a black lion was rising from it's slumber. Aja'it blinked, blood dripping from his face though the wounds had already healed over. He didn't say anything but he did gather up his idols and start to stalk off the way they had come.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
She made a light grunt at the cut of his tusks against her flesh. “Dat was always da plan? Dis be da end of our trainin’ an’ our time tagether.” She shook her head as she watched him stalk back to his alter. Well, he was overreacting in standard tree troll fashion it seemed. Perhaps it would have been best to let the lion have him. Then while it was feasting on his flesh she could’ve taken it from behind. Missed opportunities. She replaced the dagger to its sheath as she watching him go about his ritual. A finger was placed against the cut to her jawline before being brought to her lips. The familiar metallic taste was always pleasing. She watched as the eagle attacked Aja’it and took a few steps toward him as it flew off. In all of the excitement she had never been given the opportunity to explain the poison to him, or the reason it was there. That didn’t seem to matter at the moment, the lion was the goal. Much like the blue eyed child was the goal just a night ago. “Dat be sometin’” it was al she really had to say about what she just witnessed. Part of her hoped it was a punishment from some loa unknown to her for his insolence in response to her trying to protect him. It served him right for getting so upset over such a minor thing as being poisoned. After all, it was his idea.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/08/2019
He grumbled faintly at her has he continued his decent. While he walked he cleared his face of his former warpaints with a cloth and started to reapply from a jar made of a large snail shell, marking himself with red, white, and black paints this time. He also tended to his hair, turning the long hairs upright and securing it with that oil, herb, and loa knew what else, mixture. The actions seemed to calm him and slowly the magic faded from his limbs and he looked normally proportioned again. For a Forest Troll anyway. After a long while, when they were just reaching the grassland's floor he snarled in her direction, "What be dis poison ya put in me?" He lifted his forearm to inspect the pattern she had put in his skin. The snake, while crude in design given the application, had at least an interesting design to it. It would of course fade once the poison was out of his system and he allowed it to heal though perhaps he would keep the scars as a reminder of his renewed hatred for the Darkspear.

Jocelyn Prescott10/08/2019
She followed him down and remained mostly silent. She figured he needed some time to process things and...toy with his stupid hair. She was half tempted to shave his head one of these nights. It didn’t seem warranted as he would eventually be out of her sight. When he spoke she was suddenly excited again, finally he was asking about her craft and she couldn’t be prouder. “Oh. I wasn’t sure ya be askin’. Dat poison be fer cripplin’.” She sped up a bit so she could walk beside him, “When dat lion bites yer arm, it be gettin’ absorbed into its blood faster through da mouth then under yer flesh.” She glanced over at the mark, just so she could admire it, “I didn’t be puttin’ it deep in yer flesh. Dat’s on purpose. It be takin’ a day ta be doin’ ya any harm.” She turned her attention ahead of them again, “but when it do...first, it be paralyzin’ da muscles, which should be slowin’ da lion enough fer da kill. If it don’t die, den da organs start shuttin’ down. Da heart, da lungs, not da brain. Da brain be livin’ so da prey can be knowin’ dat it’s suffocatin’ wit no way ya be stoppin’ dat.” There was a grin on her lips and a darkness in her gaze, her expression was sadist. She took great joy in finding the most fearful and painful ways to kill a target. “Day won’t be yer fate. We be killin’ dis lion an’ I be fixin’ ya.” She glanced over to him, “I told ya it be dere ta protect ya.”
 
 
October 9, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/09/2019
He grumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like she could go suck on Bwonsomdi's tusk. After a few moments he asked to clarify, "He need ta be bitin day arm or any bit a me?" He was clearly still in a full mood dispite the explanation which seemed to have the odd effect of making him unhappy. The idea of dying she to the crushing weight of his own lungs was not a pleasing one. He touched the small bone on his vest and took a small comfort in the fact that if he did die she would suffer for it. Once they were on flat ground he started off at a quick hunters run. Not so fast as some of his others but unrelenting. He would keep this pace all the way to the lion'a resting place and if she couldn't keep up he didn't give a damn. She had betrayed him in the most personally way he could think of and it was not something he could just let go with a few words. He still failed to see how this was a way to keep him safe nor did he believe that she actually carried about keeping him safe. The fact that he felt betrayed about the latter was not something he was prepared to look into more deeply but somewhere in their travels he had decided to trust her. If even a little bit.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/09/2019
“Da arm best best. Dat poison don’t be in da blood, so it don’t be movin’. Least not fer a while, it don’.” She didn’t move her eyes to look at him and his ungrateful mood. “Let’s be gettin’ dis beast an’ gettin’ me daggers an’ finishin’ dis journey.” Once he started into his hunters run she fell into step, keeping pace as best she could. She couldn’t help but be annoyed that she had gone through so much trouble to protect him and he treated it as if she was only seeking his death. If she sought such a thing she would already have it. No, he did have his uses still. She did, however, wonder how they would fair against this large lion. She expected they would kill it, but she still wasn’t confident that he wouldn’t be killed in the process. If his mood didn’t change he may make simple mistakes, she snorted as if she cared for the livelihood of a forest troll. She wished to be rid of him for some time now, perhaps this would be her opportunity.
 Arravien Anderton10/09/2019
Irked that he had been so used for her gains only when he had in good faith made a fair and honorable bargin, he didn't respond. She was a witch and a slimy jungle troll. He didn't even care about his payment of gold for his zeplin ride across the sea. He would earn it himself. He wondered how much she wanted him dead. He knew she liked to Roy with her food before eating it. Perhaps this was nothing but her playing. Drawing it out to watch him squirm. He snorted to himself and shook his head, his tall hair waving about. He refused to give her the satisfaction. As he ran he used the tempt of his foot falls and his breathing to temper his rage. It was something the elders had taught him to try and help him control his anger. He refused to give into her game. And he refused to die. This lion was his to master no matter if she got the final blow. His will to live was far stronger than she realized and he would prove that. As the day wore on he eventually calmed. His rage being molded into the tip of a spear so to speak and focused on his one goal. He decided that it didn't matter what she did. It was of the Loa's will and his own to decide what happened now. "We be close." They had run for the better part of the day and it was now high noon.
October 10, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott10/10/2019
While he was busy contemplating her reasoning and manipulation, her mind had no thoughts of such. Instead she was focused on her new daggers. Being the self-centered troll that she was, she often didn’t think beyond her own wants. She kept her pace with him. New daggers, then report back to the elders to complete her training and onto the next goal. That was her only focus. Her thoughts were interrupted by his words and she glanced over at him briefly. Close. Close was good. The sooner this was done the sooner they could move on. “Good.” She decided not to speak much more than that, reserving her breath for the run, since he seemed to enjoy running so much. She wasn’t as displeased with it today, though, it meant they would get to their target faster. “Soon.” She grunted and nodded to affirm her words.
 Arravien Anderton10/10/2019
Aja'it cast her a sneering glance and then slowed to a walk. He scanned the skies for a sign of his loa and spotted a brown mountain eagle perched in a branch of the tall pines. It eyed him distrustfully but turned and glided along to the next tree, further west. The eagle would only lead him so far so he started to look around at the terrain. Tracking the beast with his growing knowledge of animals and hunting took time but double backing would take even more. He found several tracks of bent and broken grasses from a kodo herd coming through and smaller divots for animals such as gazelle. Lions, even big ones, stepped softly on the hunt, leaving hardly a bent blade in their wake. Still he was able to find a pattern in the dirt that followed the animals. It too went west. "If ya want me ta be da one eaten ya beat make yaself unseen." He knew there was no way to really sneak up on the beast or to track it down. He drew his two axes and started to shuffle his feel through the grasses and breath heavily. Mimicking the sounds of a slow moving animal. He drew the blade over his upper arm on his good side and let the blood seep though the thin moss on his skin. He ran his hand through it and wetted his tusks with the blood to get the scent out in the air more openly
 Jocelyn Prescott10/10/2019
When he slowed his pace, she followed in kind. They must have been much closer now based on how Aja’it was acting. She pulled the black vial that hung from the cord around her neck up to her lips and pulled the stopper free. With it open, she withdrew a dagger and tipped the vial over it to allow the dark, thick liquid to run over the blade. Once satisfied she gave the other dagger the same treatment. Finally, she replaced the stopper and let the vial fall back to rest on her chest, “How far ya be tinkin’?” She glanced around with her golden orbs, as if she would suddenly spit their quarry. She didn’t, and that was fine. It was nearby. Walmi muttered a chant in an older dialect which he may have understood, the tempo of the chant was fast and the name Bethekk was heard at the end. Her formed shimmered briefly until only her silhouette was visible, but before form that faded too. Either that, or she had moved away from Aja’it far enough to be concealed completely. Her steps were silent, the blessing from the panther loa covered the bottoms of her feet and helped to keep her movements discreet.
 Arravien Anderton10/10/2019
He would have only shrugged at her question of how far. How was he to know? It wasn't far. He felt exposed and far too open for it to be otherwise. He watched her shifting form disappear for a moment and rolled his eyes. Secretly he would admit that the trick was a good one and useful but he was in no mood to be gracious with her abilities. He ran a hand through his orange hair and sighed loudly and scratched at the new mark on his arm. He walked for nearly half an hour, further west, when he froze. He caught something on the wind, a scent, a shadow out of place, the rustling of the grasses. He wasn't sure but he knew that he had found his prey. He shifted his eyes around and turned. The black lion was massive. Two times the size of any lion he had even heard of. His thick mane nearly grazed the ground and his bright yellow eyes were fixed on him. Aja'it stared down the beast and took a breath. He knew to get the lion to bite him he would need to act like prey. He took off in a sprint in the other direction. The lion was just as quick. Feeling threatened by another in his territory as well as the idea of easy meat, the beast charged. Within moments the lion's razor claws had lashed out and caught the troll on the hip, casting him to the dirt where he slid to a stop. He put up his marked arm to defend himself and to get the lion to bite him as the animal spun around to bare down on him.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/10/2019
Walmi followed along with Aja'it from her comfortable state of concealment. She often found peace when she was hidden, unlike her natural state this allowed to her stop moving, to stop her brain, and just let her observe the world. Though, she couldn't stop moving this time, she had to follow the tree troll to the lion. She was confident he could find it, her extra motivation would definitely help with that. She watched as he took off in a sprint and the lion quickly made its move, knocking him to the ground. Luckily her face was concealed as there would have been some concern in her gaze. Perhaps concern that the lion would end him long before it could feast on the poison. It also may have been concern for Aja'it, but that was unlikely, he was a disgusting tree troll afterall. Her steps were slower as she moved in behind the beast, waiting patiently, her fingers wrapped around the hilts of the pair of crude daggers she carried. She would need to wait for now, wait for the right moment to strike.
 Arravien Anderton10/10/2019
Aja'it gave an involuntary cry of pain as his arm was bitten. He struggled, the lion's teeth ripping past flesh and down into bone. He raised his other hand up and went to claw at the beast's eyes, trying to get him to let go before he lost his whole arm. With a resounding crack and another shout Aja'it's arm broke into several pieces. Blood splashed over his body. He lost most of his sense of reason then and he started to kick at the animal's underbelly, striking with his sharp toes. The berserker rage had come over him and he abandoned the face of the lion in favor of his neck, groping and trying to reach the crushable throat. The lion, being battered on several fronts bit down even harder and Aja'it's forearm was torn from his body. The troll howled in rage and a blast of magic exploded from him, flinging the creature to the side, off him so he could regain his feet. Not that it would do much good. Trolls healed fast but not fast enough to do anything here. That didn't matter to him in the moment. He picked up his axe with his remaining hand and stood square with the lion who was just now getting back to all fours.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/10/2019
Walmi watched quietly, it was a sight to behold. Sure Aja’it’s arm was missing, but the strength of the beast had a certain ruthless beauty to it. It was almost a shame to see it killed. Almost. It was the only thing standing between her and her new daggers. The blast of magic that forced the beast away was unexpected to say the least. Perhaps Aja’it had a few secrets still hidden away. She moved in cautiously, taking her time to move behind the lion as it began to rise. With the bite into her companion’s arm, she knew it would not be long before the poison would begin to take effect on it. As the beast rose she leapt into the air from behind it, emerging from her concealment just as she landed on top of its back with both daggers being forced down into its shoulders. The lion let out a roar of pain and quickly tried to circle its head around to bite at Walmi’s leg, which it barely missed as the troll woman slipped off on the opposite side. Her feet hit the ground and the momentum forced her into a roll, but it didn’t take long before she was back on her feet, eying the beast which had turned to face her, “Still some fight in dis one!” She was in what she would consider the worst possible scenario, she was exposed and the lion was still alive and more than aware of her presence.

Arravien Anderton10/11/2019
"Thought ya said da poison be quick, woman?!" He bellowed as he set himself before her, between her and the lion. His burning red eyes fixed on the creature. Standing so close the size and strength of Aja'it under the affects of his berserker range would be apparent. He was even bulkier than before and taller still, his back straight as he prepared for the Lion's next move. The beast, feeling the weakness come over him acted more cautiously. the blades stuck into it's shoulders stung and pinched the nerves. Aja'it would later reflect on the holes the weapons had made and be rather upset. Still for the moment it was slowing the beast down. The troll took several steps forward in a challenge and roars. The sound let out another magical pulse which would have hit the lion in the front legs. It would collapse under it's weight and the poison.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/11/2019
Walmi remained behind Aja'it when he moved between she and the lion, which was struggling to remain on its feet. "Eh? I tol' ya it be dependin' on da beast!" Ungrateful Aja'it, no matter what she did he rarely had any thanks. Even after the amount of effort she took in protecting him in her own little way, even if it was solely for the purpose of her new daggers...He was still ungrateful. She took a moment to notice the change in his size and posture, it was much different than she was used to with him. Even more secrets, those were becoming frustrating. She took a step to the side from behind him to see the lion, it may have looked like she was watching it cautiously, waiting for some sort of attack. This was only partly true. She glanced to Aja'it only briefly when he brought the cat down to the ground, "Don' be rushin' so much!" She turned her gaze back to lion, she was watching its behavior closely, watching the effects her poison had on the beast. There may have even been an excited glint in her eye, "It be movin' fast now.." She muttered as she lowered her weapons to her hips. She assumed by this point the beast would lack the strength, or at least the control over its muscles to make a lunge at either of them. She squatted down so she could better see the beast's face, its eyes were of particular importance to her. Its will was strong, and lacked fear even in its last moments. This may have been the way of wilds, knowing when you've been bested and accepting what was to come. She had seen what she had sought, and she slid her daggers into their sheaths, "Be givin' ya da kill, mon." She nodded matter of factly, knowing somewhere deep down he wished for the final blow, especially after the beast took his arm. She had left her mark enough, and considered this to be a fine sacrifice to Targ.
October 12, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
While she was watching the lion Aja'it recognized it's weakness and backed down. His arm was still trailing blood and he felt light headed. He pulled his belt from his waist and used his teeth to synch it around his torn stump. It slowed the bleeding and he stood there waiting while she took her pleasure. He couldn't blame her awe and watchfulness. Poison was a tool of great power, and one that she wielded better than anyone he knew. Not that he would ever tell her that. Especially after what she had done. He moved next to her and carefully knelt, leaving his maimed stump for a moment to pull his dagger from the sheath on his chest and while the creature was still trying to snarl Aja'it was able to slip the dagger under the beast's head where he made a small vertical cut, drawing the tip of the sharp blade through the largest vein and letting the warm blood splash over his hand. When he pulled away he covered his tusks in the red blood and then decorated his ears and brow with it. The life drained from the lion quickly then. Weakened by the draining magic and back to his usual form Aja'it's eyes drooped. He had lost a great deal of blood but he was still in fighting shape. For a troll anyway. He knelt and closed his eyes for a few moments. Resting before the kill.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She watched with a careful eye as Aja'it finished the task. It had not lasted long, but it was an exiting moment. There was a beauty to the way he had stared down the beast and the way his arm was ripped off. She would not mention that as he would surely send him grumbling over such minor costs for a great reward. "Dis be a good sacrifice fer da forge." She nodded slowly and reached a hand out to touch the lions head as its life blood was drained. She didn't tarry with it for too long though, she placed her hands on her knees and stood once more, looking down at her companion, "We agreed on da pelt ta be yours." She tuned her back on the animal and paused, "I'll be makin' dat anti-venom now. I doubt it be needed wit your arm missin'. Still best ta be safe." She offered him a light smirk before stepping away from the scene. Leaving him to deal with the carcass for the moment. She assumed he may have some other ritual to perform with it. He had more rituals than she had admirers in the village. Which was saying something. She moved away and off into the wilds to collect what was needed, or at least what she hoped grew out here. Even if she didn't, perhaps she could make something and tell him it was the anit-venom. After she was some distance away from him that thought made her snicker lightly.
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
He made no comment as she moved off. He agreed that it would be a good sacrifice. That the life of the lion would give her the blessing she wished on the blades. A part of him lamented that he was not getting new axes but he would not complain. The smith was an orc and he would likely look upon Aja'it disfavor ably. He looked at the ragged stump of his arm. The bleeding was slowed but still trickling. It would take a few weeks for it to regenerate at full. Perhaps she would gain an extra potent blessing because he had sacrificed his arm in the process. Shrugging he set to the task of skinning the beast. It was a long task that he worked at slowly. He was not the best skinner among the Darkspear and he did not want to damage the hide any more but eventually he was able to take the whole skin including the feet and head for himself. He left it intact to make for a better sacrifice. The body could be fed to the forge without those elements he figured. He carefully rolled the pelt after scraping the last of the fat from it and bound it with the leather strappings of his harness before slinging it over his shoulders. He had done it in such a way that the lion's massive head stuck up over his own. Once that was done he took his axe to two small pines. By cutting some branches and weaving others together he was able to make a sled of sorts that would protect the body from being dragged on the ground. By the time she had returned the lion's body had been placed on this sled and the extra branches arranged over it to protect it from bugs and the sun while they traveled. He was covered in sweat, blood, and extremely worn. The healing of his body and the exertion from the last days had taken their toll and he sat down in the shade of a tree to rest. His eyes would have been closed and he would possibly appear to be sleeping.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
Walmi moved through the underbrush, inspecting the various plants that had grown here. She was surprised to find what she did, but it was pleasing that many of the common ingredients she needed were. Though there were much fewer of them, it required her to move to different bushes scattered around. It was time consuming, but worth it in the end. The disturbing of the branches caused a black kingsnake to slither away from its hiding spot, though a quick troll hand snatched it up behind the head, "Dat was lucky." She laid it down and pinned its head to the ground before drawing a dagger and using it to slice the head free from the body. The head was what she needed, she used the tip of the blade to begin the tedious task of removing one of its venom sacs.
[11:31 AM]Once she was pleased with her collection she set to making a small fire from nearby twigs and leaves. Not for warmth, but enough for her work. She set out her mortar and pestle and went to work. Grinding the ingredients together before setting the bowl in the fire. As that heated up she retrieved the body of the snake and prepared it for cooking. A good meal might help Aja'it's sour mood, if only slightly. After placing the snake on the fire she removed the bowl after wrapping her hand in a simple cloth to protect her from the heat. She filled a vial with a dark green liquid before moving onto her next project. She added more ingredients to the bowl and set them to boil. Once finished she had two vials, one of a dark green liquid, another of a much lighter green, similar to the poison she had administered to Aja'it. She grunted and collected her things, covering the fire with dirt to smother it out before moving back to where she left Aja'it. The task took time, it was late in the afternoon before she returned. As she approached she saw how he had prepared the lion's body for travel and couldn't deny being impressed by the work. While that was her main focus, she did notice Aja'it from the corner of her eye and slowly made her way over to him, "Don' be sleepin', dat be da worse ting ta do if ya be poisoned."
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
He cracked one eye open to look at her. His voice was low, clearly tired, "There be no sleepin for dis troll." He moved to stand, the bulk of the heavy pelt on his back and the lack of one arm made the motion awkward but he made it well enough. "Ya be findin what ya need? No point in lingerin here wit da blood bringin in all manner a other beasts." It was clear that he intended to be off as soon as she was ready even though that was probably very unwise. Still he assumed that none of that mattered in the face of her getting what she wanted. He looked her over. There was no blood, no dirt, not a hair out of place. His anger flared up again and his look held no warmth to it and instead seemed to be more judgmental but not openly hostile. She made him the antidote, he assumed, and she had kept her end of the bargin, allowing him to keep the pelt. he coldn't begrudge her that even if he was still upset she had poisoned him.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She nodded and dipped a hand into one of the pouches on her hip, "Dis place be havin' it." She withdrew one of the vials and offered it to him, "Drink dis. It be curin' da poison is dere be any left in ya." Once he took the vial she withdrew the snake carcass from over her shoulder and offered it to him, "An' eat dis before ya drink da next ting." She looked up at him and there may have been a glint of concern in her golden eyes, or perhaps it was something else. It was hard to say with her. One of her brows rose as she looked up at him, covered in blood, and dirty. It seemed fitting for him, he was far more primal than even the Darkspear. Perhaps it was appealing, or it may have just been that now she knew she had everything she would need for her daggers. Those would be useful in whatever would lie around the next corner for her life.

Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
He gave her a slightly suspicious look as she offered him the food. It seemed out of place for her but he wasn't about to argue. Is stomach snarled audibly and he pulled the stopper from the vial with his teeth before downing the contense in one go. He offered the items to her and then took the snake. He sat down again with a sigh. "Dis be good of ya." He started in on the meat, careful of the little bones as he worked through it. As he ate he looked over the kill, his eyes drifting to her from time to time. His expression far softer now with some food in his hand. "Dat lion be a proper sacrifice for ya. Need da both of us ta be draggin it across da grasses." Without raptors or anything else to bring with them the trip would take a day of walking to be sure.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She withdrew another vial from her pouch, one with a darker green liquid, “Be needin’ da snake’s venom sac for da anti-venom. Didn’t go gettin’ dat snake just for yer belly.” She shook her head and held the vial patiently to wait until he had a pause in his eating. She turned her head to look over at the lion, “Dat be a sturdy sled. Get done eatin’ an’ we can be movin’. Da sooner we move da sooner we get to Targ.” She offered him the vial, “Drink dis too. Now that you be having food in ya.” She looked down at him and glanced at his stump, “Least ya still got one good one for now.”
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
He set the snake down on his knee and took the second potion, working the stopper from it with his teeth again before downing it in turn. "Ya coulda left da part out about not really gettin da snake ta feed me. Liked da idea a der bein somtin ya did fer me after dis." He smirked at her and waved his stump around which had at last stopped bleeding. He handed her the empty vial and took up his meal again. He still looked tired and worn but less pale. He touched the claw marks on his side to check them but they were healed but they had simply scabbed over in a thin layer. Any hard movement would cause either wound to split open once more so he would be moving slow for a time.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She took the vial and tucked it away as she rolled her eyes, “Dat second ting be like Troll blood. Be helpin’ da arm grow quicker.” She snorted down at him, “Could be tinkin’ dat is for ya.” She shook her head at him and folded her arms in front of her, “We be gettin’ done wit dis, den visit da elders den. Well, den we both be movin’ on, eh?” That was something she had been waiting for since their first set out for Orgimmar. Once her training was complete she wouldn’t need to be concerned with some forest troll prisoner and she could be independent. It was something she desired, taking on the world by herself, or at least picking its pockets. “Da sooner da better. Especially with ya wantin’ ta kill ol” Walmi after all she done for ya.” She snorted and stepped away from him to go wait by the sled. She was eager and excited to get moving, it could be seen by the apparent bounce in her step as she walked.
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
He snorted at her but did not reply. She had a point. Not that he would admit it. He finished eating his fill and left the rest for the vermin of the land. He stood and stretched to move over to her. "We both gotta be pullin da branches ta make dis go faster." He indicated a notched grip he had carved out on the thick end of each tree for them to grab. He didn't complain or grumble. Infact he seemed to be back to his more usual self. Not so angry as before. He even checked her tree to make sure the handle he caved was free of any catching splinters. He did this as if it were common place though really it was a way to thank her and acknowledge what she had done.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She inspected the handle as he explained the design. It was a marvel of engineering, at lest as far as trolls were concerned. She wrapped her hand around the handle as instructed and tightened her arm in preparation to pull. "Dis be better den carryin' it." She nodded to affirm her words before looking over at him. He still had the blood on his face from the fight, it was an interesting thing to see. Not that it was her first time seeing such, but it added a certain savageness to his appearance. She gave her handle a tug, "Let's be gettin'."
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
He threw his weight into the pulling as much as he could and together they started the long task of dragging the dead lion along. It took some time for the pair to find their rhythm but eventually they matched step for step as they pulled the heavy load. They had to move slower than Walmi likely wanted to but Aja'it didn't wish to risk the possibility of reopening any of his wounds or passing out. Her potion though and the resilient nature of trolls was starting to work on him. Perhaps instead of a few weeks it would only take one. At length, when the sun had fully set and the moon risen to light their way he eventually slowed. His steady walk turning into a driven plod. Still he didn't mention anything of stopping. Stubbornness was winning out as he hoped by dawn they could reach the smith and then he could rest while the crafting was worked on.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She grinned as the burden was heavier than she anticipated, but after a while of struggling with her pace she fell into a rhythm with him. Finally she was off to get her daggers. She wondered what blessing this sacrifice would give, she assumed a big one. She always expected things to be larger than life. At least she always hoped they were, and if not her imagination had a way of twisting them to be so. The light of the day was gone, and they weren’t stopping. This was good, she thought. Her excitement was fighting off any fatigue that may have tried to set in. They had to reach Targ. This was of particular importance to her, though that’s how things were for her. She had a single mindedness once she found a goal to be appealing and nothing would get in her way. Even Aja’it. Speaking of which, he must’ve been tired having bore the brunt of the lions attacks, he may want to try to stop. “Rest. After. We dere.” She kept her gaze straight ahead, hopefully the few words were enough to motivate him to keep going.
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
He grunted at her and continued in silence. By the time the sun was making it's appearance in the eastern sky they finally reached the hut of the smith. Aja'it didn't bother to hide himself this time. The orc could think what he wanted. He was tired, worn, head splitting with a headache and he wanted nothing more than to sleep. Targ was already up, the forge roaring with a new blaze and inspecting his tools. The boy was no where to be seen for the moment. Upon hearing the sound of the dragging and no doubt their heavy breathing the smith turned, his hunched form black against the flames. "If I am not mistaken I would say that you have returned in victory Walmi." He eyed the two trolls, mostly Aja'it, with bright interest even if he was still scowling. "Who is your companion?"
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She squinted as they approached, trying to make sure it was the same orc she spoke to before. Once he spoke, she was reassured and she let out a lightly chuckle as she continued to pull on the sled, "Dat be right. We be havin' da big black lion fer da sacrifice." She was quite pleased with the mention of that, as if it was some near impossible accomplishment. "Only be costin' us an arm." She didn't dare look at Aja'it when she mentioned that. He was always sour when it came to her humor. Once they reached Targ, she stopped and released the handle of the sled before motioning to Aja'it, "Dis be Aja'it. Tink of him like family, even if he be a different tribe." She nodded vigorously at that remark as if to make it more true than it actually was. She then motioned to Targ, "Aja'it. Dis be Targ. Da smith I be tellin' ya about. He has a boy..." She looked around for a long moment, "Well, he be around somewhere, I'm sure."
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
Aja'it met the smiths eyes. Targ raised a shaven brow at him and looked him over. "I worked with the Amani for a time. Good fighters. A good match for the Fel-Horde." He tilted his head to the side as he looked over the wounded troll. After a pause that was a bit too long he turned his attention back to Walmi. "Tell me of the hunt, of the beast while we feed your sacrifice to the Flame." He turned his back on them and opened a hatch in the forge with a long hook of iron. It revealed that the forge ran feet below the dirt surface. Aja'it, without a word, started to drag the body over to the pit and took his blade from his harness before lowering the pelt to the ground as well. That left him shirtless. He remained silent while he started to cut the lion apart at the joints. He figured that she would likely lie about his involvement to put herself more in the limelight and anything he said would only screw that up. Targ watched them both as he began to temper the roaring flames with skill and care. Meanwhile Renoric had reappeared bringing with him a pack kodo heavy with boxes and bags. The kodo wasn't lead by any lead or harness and simply followed the young boy with a doleful expression. He didn't greet the two trolls and instead went about his work of unloading the beast.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
Walmi moved a bit closer to recount the tale, her attention pulled toward the movement of Aja'it. "Well, da beast was big. Da loa be helpin' us wid da trackin'." She leaned her hip against a nearby table as she looked between the two of them, "It took both of us ta bring it down. Da tree troll took da brunt of da beast's attack, if ya hadn't guessed dat so far." She couldn't keep the smirk from her lips, "Good ting it grows back." She looked over at Renoic as he approached with the kodo and offered him a friendly wave before turning back to Targ, "Don' be tinkin' either one of us coulda taken the beast alone. Da two of us, dat worked." She paused for a long period as if something suddenly clicked in her mind and she was wrestling with it. Finally, she shook her head and pushed the thoughts aside, "I promised Aja'it da pelt fer his help wit dis task." She raised her shoulders in a shrug as if changing the subject to discuss the trade. "Oh, an' I be havin' dese.." She dipped her hand into a pouch on her hip and produced the two gems Aja'it had given her, "Can ya be workin' wit dese gems, Targ?"
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
The smith listened in silence to the retelling without comment. Aja'it looked a bit surprised by her truthfulness in the tale and paused in his work to look at her for a few moments before going back to his task. Targ grunted at the pair of them and turned to take the two gems. He weighed them in his hand as the sun started to rise in earnest. He rubbed his bare chin and rumbled, " "So, Aja'it, I know trolls to be on the whole a...resourceful people. The pelt was not worth your assistance so why bother?" The orc didn't respond about the use of the gems and simply set them on the table while he went to fetch a rather large number of supplies. Ingots, raw ore, leather straps, a crate of what looked like sand, and all manner of tools. Aja'it finished cutting the ribcage apart for Walmi, using a foot to assist in his actions. He sighed, "It be necessary. Wasn't bout to let da woman die an da pelt be worth it ta me." Targ barked a laugh and set his smithing hammer on the table with a loud clang as he looked to Walmi, "You've got a loyal friend there. True friends are hard to come by." He called over the boy from his task with a wave and spoke slowly to him so that his lips could be read, "Go and get your designs and show them to the female. Then prepare the den."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She smirked over at Aja'it's comment, as if she would die to some cat. The nerve of him and his ridiculous claims. "He be pretty loyal, dat's for sure." When she was confident the smith wouldn't notice she rolled her eyes. Just for the fun of it, though she was pleased he hadn't noticed. Walmi watched as he ordered Renoric and she looked back to Targ, "He be doin' da designs?" The thought brought a smile to her lips, though she wasn't sure why, exactly. Perhaps it was the thought that if the blades needed to be used on Denoric she would be sure to remind me of who had a hand in creating them. Perhaps it was just the idea of one so young being able to hone his craft the same way she had been doing.
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
Aja'it scowled at her and finished his work on the carcass before turning to his pelt which would need to be staked and dried. He moved off a ways to use a bit of dirt not taken up by anything else that would be getting a fair bit of sun. The smith watched him got for a moment before looking back to Walmi. "He has a good eye for things. Creativity that comes from a child's eye." Renorik brought several large sheets of rather cheaply made parchment and paper to her and set them on the empty corner of the table. There were roughly six designs in total though each one had several pages to it to show the detail and construction. One looked like the curved talons of an eagle and could be joined together through a sliding lock to complete the look when not in use. Another looked simple but the blades were etched with hallow lines through the metal to look like spiders webs. The notes on this one aould make it seem like the empty space could be filled with crystalized poison. The third design was the bulkiest in look but had the thinnest blade, designed for slipping between the smallest gaps in armor while still holding enough strength not to break or pull in the hand. One designed around a simple trollish identity with many colors and a simple but spiked blade of a bronzish coloring. A pair of long blades that were just shy of being short swords that curved up in thin lines which gave them a weightless look. Lastly there was a pair of daggers that looked more like axes as the blade was set below an elongated grip. The notes for this one indicated that the handle was simply a chamber for blasting powder to be packed into with a projectile but the idea seemed to need some work which the boy admitted in his notes.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She nodded in agreement with Targ’s words before looking over each of the plans placed before her carefully. The designs didn’t appear to be the designs of the child. The notes had far more detail than she would’ve expected to see from someone of that age. “Dese...” she made a thoughtful sound as she studied each, “Dese all be amazin’.” It was a difficult choice to make. She could see an application for each, and she wanted all of them, but she had to put her greed behind her for the moment. The eagle talons were appealing, but she preferred a more simple design. The thought of having blasting powder on hand was appealing, but it didn’t really line up with her personal style. There was one that stood out among the others. She picked up the parchment carefully so she could inspect it closer. “Dese though. Dese be da ones.” She laid the design down, turning the page so it was facing Targ. She chose the simple blades with the spider web etching. She had a number of reasons. They reminded her of Shadra’s web from her visions. The idea of crystallizing poison and keeping it on the blades without needing to reapply it as often was appealing. The design was simple, but there was also a beauty in it that she couldn’t ignore.

Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
Targ picked up the design and made a thoughtful sound. "Very well then Walmi. The blades will be finished by sunrise tomorrow. I have a feeling you and your companion could do with some rest just as much as you wish to be on your way." He was clearly not taking no for an answer on the timeline of the blades and his scowling did not leave room for arguing. He poked a hole in the parchment with an iron hook and then hung it from a metal rack near by so that it was in full view. Renorik, having seen the choice made, gathered up his notes and jogged off to store them in the hut. He was gone only a few moments, in his excitement he no doubt forgot about Targ's instructions to make ready the den. He was grinning and all together looking much more like an eight year old boy. He slipped on a very thick leather apron that almost went to his toes and started to feed the under-forge with the lion's meat that Aja'it had cut up. he grinned toothily at Walmi, perhaps in approval of her choice. Targ picked up the gems and looked at them more closely, "These are rather interesting. I take it you know what enchantments have been placed on them, yes? They hum with shamanistic powers." He held them up so that the sun shone threw them turning the amber color into patches of golden light on the orc's green skin.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She offered him a gracious smile and nodded to Aja'it, "Rest be soundin' good, eh mon?" She didn't give him an opportunity to respond, she was looking back between Targ and Renoric, "I be knowin' dey have shaman magics. Dat's all I be knowin'." She chuckled lightly, "I thought I would be findin' out soon enough." There was an excitement in her voice as she spoke. She was even closer to her goal now, so close she could almost feel the blades in her grasp. She knew it would be short lived, once she had them, she would be seeking the next thing to interest her. But at least she would chase that next thing with a fine pair of blades at her hips. The mystery of the gems added to her excitement, discovering what this power was would be fun and surprising she thought. The unknown always seemed to excite her, almost to a level where she would be careless and impulsive.
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
Targ glanced at Aja'it and then back at her. The froest troll was working on the hide still, trying to get it to stretch properly as he staked it down but it was no easy task with only one handto work with and pulling the bone structure from the paws while still leaving the claws was a tedious task. "Hmm, Well they hold unique aspects of the Flame. Most people think of the Fire as destructive and usually coming in balls of flame. These gems have been blessed with the subtalar aspects of the Element. The ability to call on the excess energy created by flame in the form of light. Most likely in a burst instead of prolonged. The other seems to be a gentle warmth. If put into the blades you could call on the power to warm the metal for nights in Winterspring or possibly to cook without flames though if you intend to lace the blades with toxin I do not recommend that." He chuckled and shook his head. "The den is yours until the work is finished. And Walmi, I would like a word with Aja'it before you depart." With that the orc turned to the forge where he gathered several ingots of black and silver metal and tossed them into the burning coals. Aja'it was sitting with a lion paw in his lap, holding the skin steady with his foot while he carefully pulled the bones free. He hadn't heard much of anything being spoken about. His head hurt too much to deal with trying to listen. Trolls rarely got head pains like the other races because of their healing abilities but when they did it was usually a very long day for the troll in question.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She rubbed her chin as she listened to Targ's explanation of the gems. She was intrigued and could already see their usefulness for her means. "Dey be soundin' like sometin' special." She was curious how the orc was able to discern that about the gems. Perhaps he was a shaman of some sort, she knew orcs tended to either be warriors or shamans. At least from the stories she had been told by the tribe. "A nap do be soundin' good." She chuckled lightly and stretched her arms out to either side with a groan. She gave Renoric a knowing grin, quite pleased with his design, "I be makin' sure ya be speakin' wit Aja'it before we depart." With that she turned from the pair of orcs and made her way past Aja'it and headed for the den. She was quite eager to be able to rest, but she was also eager to see her new blades and that may just inhibit any chance of resting. Aja'it would join her in the den soon enough, and she could inform him of Targ's request.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
In no time the air around the hut was filled with the roaring sound of fire, the ringing of tools against anvil, and a strange chanting from the older orc. Eventually Aja'it finished his task and went to follow Walmi into the one room hut where she had disappeared to. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and the slashes on his side were a sickly greenish red color with the accelerated healing. His stump had crusted over in the same fashion by now but looked no more healthy. "By da racket out der I be guessin de makin ya prize?" He grumbled absently as he made his way towards one of the hammocks. It would be good to let his arm rest below his body he thought, not have it rest anywhere. He might be healing but the wounds ached, itched, and throbed with every heart beat filling him with a horrible pain. He didn't really give her a chance to respond as he continued, "Da pelt be dryin. Should be nice an set in a day wit da salt." He flopped down in the hammock with a sigh.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
She had already made herself comfortable in one of the hammocks, her hands were rested under her head as she lay there staring at the ceiling of the hut when Aja'it finally entered. She had one leg dangling from the hammock and used her toe on the floor to rock her back and forth idly. She turned her head to look at him more fully before he flopped down in the hammock. "Dey be workin' on 'em now." She turned her head back to return to staring at the ceiling, "We did it. Completed da trainin', I tink." She let out an accomplished sigh, "Targ wants ta speak wit ya alone in the morning. I don' be knowin' what about." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Might be puttin' dat tooth back before den, eh?" She let her eyes close for the moment as she attempted to relax, but she was far too excited for sleep.
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
Aja'it thought that he had responded to her but all that came out was an unintelligible grumble. A few moments later his now familiar deep breathing could be heard. He had fallen asleep and would not wake for some time. He did not even dream, his Loa simply seeming to let him rest for once. Outside all through the day the noise would continue. Renorik came into the hut a few times. Once to make some form of lunch and then later dinner. The other times seemed to be gathering supplies or finding some lost tool. Targ's chanting continued to the beat of his hammer on the anvil and was only broken for a bout of heavy swearing if something didn't go quite right. This would continue through the night and it seemed that the smith would not break in his task of the two blades. Renorik however did end up coming into the hut late into the night. He would curl up in a ball of blankets near the door not unlike an animal might.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
When she heard no response other than the change in Aja'it's breathing she snorted and shook her head. Forest troll can't keep up with the Darkspear. While she understood the hunt took more of a toll on him, she didn't care. She enjoyed moments where she could claim her tribe was superior. She yawned but did not doze. Instead she remained awake, staring at the ceiling as if it were going to move. Her mind was too busy to sleep. She was excited for the new weapons, excited for the end of their training, excited to be rid of Aja'it, and...Excited for the unknown road that lay ahead of her. She had been waiting since she was a child, and now finally she could strike out on her own and represent the tribe. She did have her concerns. What would the horde expect from the Darkspear? It bothered her that they owed such a debt to the green skins and she often wondered if the green skins would use the tribe as nothing more than pawns. Expendable lives to be sent ahead to save their own warriors. She sighed as she felt her thoughts taking a much darker turn and it was all that was needed for her to be able to ignore her excitement and slowly drift off to sleep along with her companion.
 Arravien Anderton10/12/2019
Aja'it would sleep until dawn the following morning, hardly moving in his state. When he finally did wake it would be to a healed side and a malformed club for the stump of his arm. It still throbbed terribly but he ignored it for the most part as he rose and ungracefully toppled from the hammock. Rubbing his eyes he made his way from the hut and into the windy morning. Targ the smith was sitting in an old chair drawing a stone over the two new blades, honing the edge with skilled patience. Aja'it waited a moment to approach the orc but eventually moved to squat near him, his thick limbs tensed. not knowing what to expect he automatically assumed the worst. Targ held the blade up to his chin and scrapped at it, taking note of the few hairs that came free. After this was done he turned his attention to Aja'it. If Walmi were to wake she would have been able to hear the two talking though not specifics. The conversation would appear to be cordial enough though. Renorik would wake soon after and go about a list of chores. The young orc was nearly bouncing ashe did his tasks, clearly excited to see what his master had done in the night. Though the pup tried to keep the noise to a minimum by going slowly he had no idea that he was infact moving around in enough of a commotion to cause a fair bit of noise.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/12/2019
Walmi cracked an eye open at the sound of Aja’it toppling to the floor. Clumsy oaf that he was. She didn’t move but she listened to him exit the hut. She heard the conversation, sadly, not the content. This raised her ire as she didn’t like not knowing every single thing that had been said. She decided not to try to move closer. There was a lot on the line, and she couldn’t jeopardize that over her curiosity. Targ could still decide she wasn’t worthy of the weapons he had crafted. Though, she expected she would kill him if he made such a decision. That was a pleasing thought, not the thought of killing Targ, but the idea of righting what she considered would be a wrong against her. Once the boy rose and started making his noise, she decided she couldn’t pretend to sleep any longer. She sat up in the hammock and gracefully stepped down onto the floor. She let out a loud groan with a stretch before using her hands to tussle her hot and make it perfect again. It was perfect to her, anyway. Beauty was a difficult thing to maintain. She scratched at her belly as she emerged from the hut and immediately decided to make her way over to Targ to see the work he had done, “It be mornin’!” She did not do an effective job of keeping the excitement from her tone.

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Targ and Aja'it seemed to be having a polite if not difficult conversation. At least on Aja'it's side. The orc was intent on his work and had an easy expression on his face though that scowl was still there and Aja'it was sitting close by, hunched over with a thoughtful expression. The smith looked up from his sharpening and polishing to eye Walmi and her approach. "Indeed it is Darkspear and as promised, your blades." He stood, his joints cracking loudly as he did, and set the blades down on a linen cloth spread over the table, their points nearly touching one another. The main metal was a black coloring, hard and cold to look at and the metal that had been etched away showed a gleaming silver. The channels had their own edges as well so that they cut just as much as the double blades. The handles were crafted of heavy wood and wrapped in black leather. In the pommel of the blades were the tear drop shaped gems which, surrounded by the black metal, glowed a brilliant yellow. A fire light danged behind them in an ever-shifting pattern. They were fine tools of death as well as art. Renorik had trotted over for the presentation, appearing at Walmi's elbow to see her reaction with a scowl of his own. His whole body quivered with anticipation but it was clear he was trying to hold it in. Targ stood aside near Aja'it and said in a low tone, "The boy get's attached. Seeing an idea become reality captures us all."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
Walmi waved to the orc and Aja'it as she moved to the new tools of her trade. She was curious about what the pair would have been discussing, which she would question the tree troll about later. Now though, now was the time to inspect the blades she had put so much effort into acquiring. She took a moment just to admire the craftsmanship as they lay on the linen cloth. Her head was lowered as if getting closer would help her vision see things deeper in the metal. She was more than a little pleased with their appearance, she even let out a sound that was similar to a squeal when she picked one up with her hand. "Dis.." She turned her wrist, inspecting the opposite side of the blade, "Da balance be perfect!" She turned the blade in her hand so that it's tip was pointing toward the ground and began inspecting the gem in the pommel, "Walmi be tinkin' she picked da right design." She glanced down to Renoric with a grin, death or not, her satisfaction was evident on her expression. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of her inspection of the weapons she looked over at Targ, "Tank you. Dese be da best blades I ever laid me eyes on."
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
The old smith bowed his head in appreciation. Renorik looked thrilled, the boyish grin on his face and the more upright posture he took showed his pride in the project. Aja'it remained expressionless, his thoughts still on the conversation that had been interrupted no doubt. Targ, looking tired said, "The blades are not yet yours. For metal to truly bend to the will of the wielder it must be bound in blood. The sacrifice of the beast demands equal sacrifice in blood. It is the way of such things. Other than this the blades are yours until you fall in battle. I do hope that these blades make it a glorious one, yes?"
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
She listened closely to what Targ was saying, her other hand was busy picking up the second blade. Enjoying the feel of the two in her hands. She laid them back down long enough to remove her current blades and replace them on her hips with the new ones. She nodded slowly to the smith, “When dat day be comin’ it be a glorious one ta be sure.” She has no intention of seeking the warrior’s death as the orcs did, at least not any time soon. She did, however understand how locked into tradition their people were and decided not to balk at such things. At least not to the smith who had been more than generous in these gifts. She turned to one side and moved her arm so she could look down at the sheathed blades she wore, “I don’ know where me travels be takin’ me, but I do know I be goin’ dere much easier wit dese.” She couldn’t hold back the grin that quickly formed on her lips. She offered Targ and Renoric a small bow, “Walmi be tankin’ ya both fer such gifts.”
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
Targ inclined his head, "Remember Troll, these gifts do not come without a price. We will see one another again. Until then-" He motioned over to Renorik who hopped up and put both his pointer fingers in his mouth to let out a shrill whistle. After a few moments two large wyverns descended from the sky. One was golden and large enough for an armored orc, the other was rather smaller and a faint greyish colors. "These two will take you back to Sen'Jin village. Give your elders my blessing upon your training." He gave her a knowing smile and a wink. Perhaps just to infuriate her curiosity or perhaps he knew from the start. Aja'it grasped the old smith's hand with his own in a remarkably friendly parting and then gave the boy a light punch in the arm. "Be seein' ya." He clambered up on the larger of the two flying beasts and settled in for the flight, strapping his legs into the saddle and taking the harness in his good hand. "Sometime anyway." He waited for Walmi to mount up. She was always in a hurry.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
Walmi's brow furrowed at the orc's words, she had not forgotten about the favor he discussed earlier, however, the mention of the village and the training was curious. Had he been part of this the entire time? The thought of that infuriated and impressed her. She offered him a smile and a nod, "Tanks." Her ire seemed to calm rather quickly and she patted Renoric atop his head on her way to the wyvern. She did, however, give Aja'it an annoyed look when she saw him take the beast she had silently claimed as her own. Of course he would need the larger of the pair, he was fatter than she was. She snorted to her own thoughts and quickly scrambled atop the beast, strapping herself in. She gave a glance back to the pair of orcs, "Til next time den." At least it would take less time to travel back the village in this manner, which was appealing. She couldn't wait to get back, to consider the training complete. She was interested to hear what the elders would have to say on their task, and how they chose not to assassinate the boy. She looked over at Aja'it, "Let's be goin' den." She snorted and reared the beast, taking off into the sky and heading back east. She was not concerned with waiting for Aja'it and his delays, she had a mission to complete.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
Aja'it only shook his head before his own wyvern took to the sky. The beast carried him easily and he, while not all to comfortable in the saddle, at least could relax slightly after w hile as she was an easy flyer. The grey seemed rather easy as well and eventually the pair were soaring side by side. It was cooler up in the skies but the sun was warm on their skin. Unfortunately the wind was too strong for the two trolls to properly talk and for Aja'it that was just fine. He had nothing really to say to Walmi and with the idea that their training would be over soon he was much closer to his goal of returning home. The flight would take until sunset but traveling on the winds was four times as fast as on foot. When they eventually arrived it would be to a nearly empty village. Compared to last time they had been there the two would find the lack of bodies and movement odd. In the middle of the village around the small pond stood their two elders talking in low voices. The wyverns, at the direction of the two orcs would slowly spiral down towards the village center.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
As they rode their wyverns she didn’t spend much time looking in Aja’it’s direction. Her mind was occupied with other things. The completion of the training, the next step, getting rid of the tree troll. There was a great deal for her to consider. She assumed she would be free of this whole mess and she would be able to explore Kalimdor, and find that golden city she dreamt of. As they traveled over the Barrens she noticed the endless sea of amber below which moved in the wind. There was no denying that it was better from this view than on foot, running next to Aja’it. Then came the red soil of Durotar and the village. Her legs were strapped in, and it’s good they were because she nearly leapt from the beast when the small huts came into view. The huts were all she noticed, the villagers seemed to not be outside, or even there. As the beast landed, she wasted no time in freeing herself and hopping down to the ground. She paused only for a brief moment as she took a deep breath, the familiar smells were comforting. In her moment of welcome she did notice the emptiness of the village. There were no Darkspear warriors sparring, or witch doctors concocting new remedies. She did notice the elders and made her way over to them in a quick job stopping just short of them, “We back.” Was all she could get out as she looked between the two of them, unsure of what the situation was.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
Aja'it was far slower in getting off, struggling with the straps as he worked to be free of the straps. Once he was down though the two windriders took wing back in the northern direction. Aja'it watched as they left, admiring the strength of the creatures. His eyes were drawn to the empty feeling of the village and his face grew somber. When he approached he asked, "What be happenin?" The elders paused for a moment and it was the eldest one that answered. "The Horde be called to the Eastern Kingdoms ta deal wit da Blackrock in da Searin' Gorge. Mosta our people went ta help an ta check in on rumors from Strangle'torn. Der be trouble risin so it be good ya back." The younger of the two nodded in agreement but quickly followed with, "I be needin ta ride ta Razor Hill. It be good ya back but der not be time ta waist." With that he made for the raptors waiting at the edge of the village.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
Walmi looked between the elders suspiciously for a moment before it faded. “Searin’ Gorge?” She took a quick look around, mostly for show, “An since da Horde called dere, dat means da village too?” She tilted her head to one side, she did not like the sound of any of this. It sure seemed like the Darkspear were the Horde’s pawns in her eyes. She snorted and looked at Aja’it before looking back to the elders, “What we be doin’?” She folded her arms in front of herself, having expected to have at least some time to settle in before venturing out again. That didn’t seem to be the plan though, especially with this new development.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
The older troll narrowed his eyes and rolled his thin shoulders. "First ya be takin a lesson from Aja'it an showin a bita respect or ya be findin da pig pens a da Horde an cleanin dem til da dirt shine." He snorted and motioned for them to follow as he moved towards the village hall. "As for da village not all da Darkspear be wit da Horde. We got a fair number in da Echo Isles, tryn ta rebuild an der be a fair few of us up an down da coast providin fish, clams, shark and all da bounty a da sea for da Horde. Da resta our able warriors be called ta arms. Da dragons an da cur Blackhand be a big threat if de ever reach dis land. Best cut off da head of a snake den ta try and chase da tail." When they reached the inside of the large hut it would become apparent that the usual empty spaces were filled with crates of supplies and the smallest children, the ones that could not help with larger tasks, were at work creating bandages, mixing pre-measured herbs, and even salt packing meats and smoking fish though they were all rather quiet. The trio moved up to the second floor to the Elder's personal quarters which were spare. He offered them a few padded cushions to sit on while he settled down on a three legged stool. "Now, I be gettin reports from orgrimmar an elsewhere. It be seemin dat Denorik nevah got da items he be askin ya ta get. So why are ya back? Tell dis old Troll a long story dat ya may be judged worthy, or not."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
She scowled at the elder’s rebuke. How dare he compare her to a disgusting tree troll and threaten such tasks! She remained silent, however as she stalked up the stairs behind him. Today had started off pleasant but it didn’t appear it had any hope of ending in the same way. She sat on the offered cushion, and not the least bit lady like, it was more of an ungrateful plop. The teenage rebellion would rear its ugly head from time to time. She looked up at the elder from her lower sitting position and made a face, “Da items? Da eyes of da boy he abandoned to da wilds? I decided dat was a coward’s errand.” She decided not to include Aja’it in her decision, in that moment she didn’t understand why she did such a thing. She did it though. “Dere be more to dat boy den his eyes. One day, he’ll make a fine smitt. He already makin’ his own designs.” She drew one of her new blades out and held it before the elder, “Dis be one of his.”
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
The elder took the offered blade and inspected it while he spoke. "So, ya be givin da task ta kill a target from a member a da Horde, and ya chose instead ta line ya pockets wit find bounty an leave da boy alone because sometime in da future he may become a good smith?" The elder didn't look at them, his eyes running over the design in the blade with apparent great interest. Aja'it thought best to stay silent. He felt that Walmi was about to explode into a tantrum of spite at the elder's tone but part of him grinned. He had taken one of the cushions to the side and slightly behind her so the expression would go unnoticed thankfully. He knew what he would say when his teacher turned to him. He had reflected on the matter the whole flight from the smith's forge. She clearly had not
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
Her eyes narrowed and her tone changed, clearly little was being done to calm her anger. “A target from da Horde? No. Dat not be a target from a butcher dat be a coward. Not more den dat. Targ made dem blades fer servin’ da Horde.” Her tone became much even suddenly, “If da Horde be needin’ ta send assassin’s fer some deaf boy, den dis Horde be witout honor.” She snorted at that revelation, “Da Grubash-“ She caught herself and made the correction, “Da Darkspear don’ need ta known as baby killers do dey?” She snorted to herself and she could feel her hands curling into fists. Something had changed with her as a result of this trip, normally she would never speak out against the elders in such an open manner. Her mind, however, seemed to be unable to control her tongue. Perhaps it was the belief of being scolded for the decision they made, perhaps it was solidifying the doubts she already had about this Horde. “Targ blessed da trainin’ jus’ like he blessed dem blades.” She gritted her teeth for a moment before adding, “Dem blades ain’t mine jus’ yet. “ she eyed the elder as she thought back to what the Smith said about the sacrifice, and for a brief second she contemplated the elder assisting with that sacrifice.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
For a long moment the elder considered get words as he looked over the blade. "And you, Aja'it? What be holding your blade from da boy? I ain't nevah heard of a Forest troll day no to a bit a blood lettin." Aja'it felt his face grow warm and he knew the elder was trying to bait him. This was another test just like all the others. He took a moment to watch as the old troll passed the blade back to Walmi and then fix his full attention back on him. "Da orc we met not be feeling right ta me. I sought da Loa for guidance an when we reached da boy we searched for clues. It be no business a ours what a father be doin wit his boy but he gave up day clame when he left da boy ta da wilds. It became a matter of Horde on Horde violence and against a child day do little harm den steal some pigs. It not be a crime ta for for, an da father be ashamed of a child born unable ta hear da world or speak to it but his shame blinds him to da boy's potential." He paused as he gathered the last of his thoughts. "If da Horde killed off any dey saw as weak where would da Darkspear be now? Or da Tauren? Or even demselves? Strength be coming in many forms an only by usin each one will da Horde be strong. Together." The elder listened and clicked his tongue after a moment. "Ya be changed from da boy I knew Aja'it. Ya speak as if ya be willin ta be parta da Horde at last." Aja'it did not respond. His talk with Targ had been long and in depth and he was still deciding. The old troll turned back to Walmi, "Ya be as hot tempered as ever Walmi an ya be stubborn as any troll I know. Dis task was meant ta teach ya one last lesson. Think for yaself. Seek guidance from da old, from da loa, from da spirits but it be your choice. Think back on dis an remember ya choices."

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She took her blade back and tucked it away, “I did be tinkin’ fer meself. No different den dat tree troll.” She snorted, “Ya jus’ be receiving’ my choices different cause Indon’ be luggin’ a snake witout poison between me legs?” She shook her head at that, “I stand by me choices. If I stand alone, den I stand alone.” She gave Aja’it a glance and the temptation of his death washed over her. How dare he embarrass her in such a way. It was his intention ever since they first departed the village. At least he would be gone soon enough. She turned her gaze back to the elder, “Dis trainin’ over? Or I be startin’ it again?” The anger was evident in her gaze she was angry at everything for the moment. The loa has guided her to the same conclusion but she was scolded for it. To hell with the both of them. She didn’t need their approval.
She stood from her seat and rested her hands on her blades, “If we done here, den tell me what da tribe needs next.” She was nearly shaking with anger and needed to put some distance between them. Even though she held a great deal of respect for the elder, it was becoming difficult to let that show in the moment. She still had her reservations about this Horde and the Darkspear’s place among it.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
Aja'it took little satisfaction in her anger. Usually he might have smirked at her or felt some inherent pride but the Elder and touched a nerve with him as well. Elders had a habit of doing that. The old troll stood with a frown. "Walmi, ya be too angry wit an old troll. Calm yaself." He shook his head, his huge tusks sweeping infront of him like a kodo tail as he moved over to a chest in the corner and withdrew two lengths of cloth. The pair would easily recognize them as Darkspear tabards. The blue, white, teal, and red markings were unique among the races of the Horde and it marked them not only as full members of the Tribe but also their representatives among the Horde. He motioned for Aja'it to stand which he did. "Ya both be holdin traits of da Darkspear we admire. Da fire, pride, resourcefulness an will belong to you Walmi. Ya have much ta be learning but ya have much ya can be teachin da resta dis Horde. Take ya tabard and ya place among da Tribe." He offered her one tabard with a smile. Once she took it he would add, "Your cunnin an skill be noticed by da Horde an Rhokan, onea our best, be askin for ya ta serve in da Horde army. Go ta Orgrimmar an speak wit him about da assignment."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
She glared at the old troll for a moment. Calm herself? He’s the one who angered her, perhaps if she had remained silent as Aja’it was things would be different, but she was unable when her anger got the better of her. She watched as he retrieved the tabards and listened as he spoke. She took the offered tabard as directed, it was something she had been preparing for her whole life, but it was a bittersweet moment. Even the kind words weren’t helping that feeling. She felt a sense of accomplishment in receiving it, but with the majority of the village being away she also felt like the elder probably had little choice. She did muster up a smile for him, out of respect, “Den I be goin’ ta Orgimmar ya serve da Horde.” She offered him a small nod and inspected the fabric closely, mostly the decorative design over the chest that signifies it was from the Darkspear tribe.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
The elder then turned to Aja'it. The two stared at one another for a very long moment. The tabard meant a great deal more to the forest troll than to Walmi as it was also a formal declaration of where Aja'it could claim many rites and protections. Offering the Tabard to him meant that he would be Darkspear in all but blood. And Aja'it was still unsure if he wanted it. "Ya be a troll outa place among our people. Since we found ya as a child ya been eyed and watched an judged. We be hard on ya but ya still kept ta ya known forest troll ways an dat shows courage, a strong will, an a forward thinkin mind. Des too da Darkspear honor. If ya be willin ta call us as much ya Tribe as ya birth Tribe den da colors be yours as well as an assignment." Aja'it hesitated for a moment. If this had been offered him two days ago he would have refused even knowing the consequences of such a choice. Now though there was a gently nudging to take the cloth and claim his place. To choose to be both Raventusk and Darkspear. Frowning he took the tabard in his hand and draped it over his stump. When he had the old troll simply nodded. "Ya blood tribe be ya goal Aja'it an we ain't blind ta dat. I be talkin with da troll's in Orgrimmar and dey say dat da Raventusk be fightin da dwarves as always but dat dey not yet pickin sides in da arguments being made about Zul'Gurub. Der be sometin dark comin from dat temple city an we want as many allies on our side as we can. Ya ta go ta ya people as an ambassador an convincin dem ta join wit da Horde an not any otha tribe a troll."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
Walmi raised her eyes from her tabard to watch the exchange between the elder and Aja’it. He seemed to favor the outsider more than her, and that was quite fine in her eyes. She preferred standing alone, and now that this was done she would get her wish to take on the world. Alone. Horde or no horde. Tribe or no tribe. Still, it was wise to use the forest troll as a tool to convince the Raventusk to join the Horde. Perhaps that was how things were now. Tribes were falling to the wayside until only the Horde would remain. She nodded to Aja’it, he was Darkspear by title and that still held some weight. Even still, she wouldn’t consider him an ally, she had not forgotten his death threat. Should’ve used more poison. She took her time and slid the tabard over her head, letting the two have their moment of romance. After some work, she was able to get it over her hair, and untuck the braids so they hung down her chest again. Her mind was already moving to this Rhokin and what the next task would be. Perhaps through the horde army she would discover her city, her riches that waited somewhere unknown to her. She placed her hands on her hips as she waited, watched the two of them. It seemed the forest troll was given his wish of freedom and now he could return to the eastern kingdoms to crawl amidst his beloved forest. It would be better now, Kalimdor didn’t appear to be big enough for the both of them and she wasn’t required to restrain herself as much now that she was no longer responsible for him.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
Aja'it nodded and to him needed no more direction. Still the elder chuckled at them both, "Da world be trembln wit ya both released upon it. Go an make da Darkspear proud. I be looking forward ta hearin news about ya both. Particularly you Walmi, I be thinkin ya deeds be great in da future." The old troll motioned them back towards the door and then turned his back on them to look out the open balcony of the hut. Aja'it waisted no time in making his departure. Nearly running from the hut it was hard to maintain the stoic mask he wore so often within the confines of the Darkspear as he was finally going home. He felt as if his stomach had left his body and prematurely traveled across the sea. He looked around to see if perhaps there was a raptor ride he could catch north to the Zepplin and was not disappointed to see one of the raptor keepers waiting for them with two prime animals. She waved the pair down.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
She nodded in response to the elder, his final words did plenty to help her mood. At least for the moment. He knew she would do great things, and now that her training was complete she could prove it. She paused to look at the back of the troll for a moment before continuing down and out of the hut. Walmi approached the raptor keeper and ran a hand over the purple colored one’s snout. She was far more affectionate to this beast than she was with the wolves. “Ya be da prettiest boy.” She gave it a pat before climbing on its back which was responded to with a screech the animal let out. Once she settled into the saddle she looked at Aja’it, “Be sure ya be stayin’ outta Walmi’s way now, boy.” She snorted, being honest with herself that parting on bad terms was far more desirable. She hated him and he hated her. It was a fair trade. Even if she had grown fond of a few of the moments they shared in the wilds. She snorted and shook her head at him.(edited)
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
He smirked at her as he rubbed the snout of the blue raptor who put her head down to press into the scratches. "An ya be stayin outa da Eastern Kingdoms, eh?" He smiled. The parting for him was more bitter than sweet. She had been the second driving force for all he had achieved in his time with the Darkspear. She ran faster so he ran longer. She hid better so he learned to strike first from afar. It would be strange to venture out with no one to compete against but himself. Still he would be free of her careless attitude towards others, her selfish desires, and her inability to think further than her long nose. He swung up into his own saddle but before either of them couldtake off at a sprint the handler held them back. "Walmi, da tribe be givin ya dat raptar. He be young an headstrong but a better hunter da pack ain't ever seen. Keep im well and if ya need anything for him come back here." She turned to Aja'it, "Ya can leave ya beast wit da orcs in Orgrimmar. Another troll be bringin her back soon." Aja'it furrowed his brow at the woman as she left, he mood suddenly plummeting. All Darkspear got a raptor when they earned their place among the tribe. But then, he was not a Darkspear. Not by blood.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
She snorted, “Ain’t nothin’ in dem kingdoms fer me. Don’ ya be worryin’” she chuckled at that thought, but her laughter was interrupted by the handler. Young and headstrong. That sounded familiar. She patted the raptor on the neck until she heard the woman’s words to Aja’it. As she secured the reins in her hand, giving the woman a chance to leave them be. “if I was you, I’d be puttin’ da raptor on da zeppelin an’ not lookin’ back.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug, “but I know how much ya like runnin’ everywhere. Doubt ya be brazen enough ta be doin’ dat.” She shook her head and looked toward the north, trying to see Orgimmar in the distance. The sound of chicken escaped her throat though. They were parting, and she doubted she would ever have the opportunity to rib him again. Besides there was always the chance that his zeppelin could crash, and he would drown in the sea. Stranger things have happened. Serves him right.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
He rolled his eyes at her. "I be gettin myself a proper mount in Raventusk. Ain't no raptor stronger den a armored bear." He smirked at her and started to guide his temporary raptor towards the road. It was strange, parting when they were going the same direction but he assumed that she would take off at a full sprint the moment that she could. "Perhaps I be feedin her ta my new companion instead." The blue raptor seemed to understand and hissed. "Oh don't ya be worrying girl. It be quick." He of course had no intention of feeding the raptor to anything. He would be traveling through miles and miles of unforgiving land controlled by the Alliance and other strange races. A raptor would only draw attention.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
She smirked at his response and led her raptor on, starting the journey to Orgimmar. “Bear? Soundin’ slow. Dat be fittin’.” She chuckled at him, “Ya still be lookin’ better on a raptor, me tinks.” Her brow furrowed immediately as those words left her lips and she raised a hand to flick one of the golden hoops hanging from her ear, “Don’ be dyin’.” That was all she could say, there was an embarrassment about commenting on his looks openly and she didn’t like it. The time had stalled long enough and she knocked her feet against the side of her raptor which sent the beast off at a full run. She was thankful for the fuzz that covered her body, it would’ve done well to hide the blush that must’ve come over her cheeks. She couldn’t see it, but she felt the heat. And it made her angry, as most things did. Once she was away from him she leaned forward in her saddle, “Dat was a disgustin’ tree troll. We don’ like dem kinda trolls.” The raptor continued to run, but it let out a hiss of agreement and that brought a smile to her lips. She forced herself not to look back, as if that may ruin an otherwise perfect departure somehow. Or worse, it might make him want to stay. Males got attached far too easily.
 Arravien Anderton10/13/2019
Aja'it raised a brow at her as she left though made no comment and did not attempt to follow. He did not figure the zepplin would be leaving before dawn and on raptor back it would take only a few hours to get there. He breathed deeply and scratched the female's scales under the head harness. "Don't ya be worryin' now girl. We be seein ya back to da village soon."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/13/2019
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October 14, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
The day was fairly chilly as it came around to the Raventusk Village. There was a mist that settled everything in the early morning air and only the owlkin and a few night guards seemed to break the silence and stillness. Aja’it was that exception. The forest troll rose each day the same time and did the same thing. Gathering his near armor and his new long axe he would rise, dress, and head out of the village before dawn. Today was no different. He would travel out into the thick forest of the Hinternlands and stalk up towards the mountains, damn near right to the Dwarven outposts and he would start his day by killing a dwarf and bringing back one of its boots. This usually took him until mid morning when he would return the boot to a huge pile outside his hut. Apparently he had been killing one dwarf every day for some time. His hut was really more of a secondary chamber off the lookout tower that faced the sea and offered him little to no privacy. He would sit there to eat his rations in brooding silence. Most of the village seemed to interact with him just fine though there was an air of him being something unpleasant they would rather not deal with. All but the baker who delivered his rations to him every morning with a smile though she never stayed with him to share in the quiet moments.
[6:14 AM]After he ate the troll would go out to the forest again on foot and would spend the rest of the day hunting usually. Every third day or so the leader of the village would call on him and send him somewhere specific like to clear out Witherbark Trolls from one of the ruins or camps. These trips might have appeared to be designed to get him killed off but each time he returned with a string of ears as proof of his victory. After his return from hunting or from troll killing he would assist around the village by doing things that Walmi and he would consider child’s work such as hauling water for the raptors and bears, changing out the meats in the smoke hut, hauling goods from the docks to the storehouse, and even doing the leader’s washing. He would do this until night when the tribe would gather in the largest hut for food and talk where he was usually left on the outskirts. This happened every day and depending on how long Walmi watched him she would be able to see that the treatment of him was not usual, and it was wearing on the troll. The Raventusk males seemed to do nothing but bully him and pick on him, demanding he do even the smallest tasks over for the slightest imperfections and made fun of his strength and even his way of talking. From time to time the baker would come and speak to him through the day or at the communal gathering at night but either she did not want to seem too friendly or Aja’it was too miserable to see what she was trying to do. And so the day was fairly chilly as it came around to the Raventusk Village once again. The only difference being that there was a new loaf of fresh bread on the floor of his little open hut and there was a note under it. Taking the two items Aja’it started out for his day. Dwarf boot first.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
Walmi has watched Aja’it for two weeks from the comfort of the shadows. While part of her wished to reveal herself and speak to her former companion, another part of her was still angry with him over his abandonment. She had seen both successes and failures while serving the Horde army, the failures she always seemed to blame his absence for. One thing was certain, the time apart forced her to rely far more on the guidance of her loa. Which, oddly enough, was what the elder told her that fateful day in his hut. She wasn’t treated poorly among the ranks, in fact it was the opposite. Her skills had been seen as a great benefit and between large battles she was often sent off to collect intel or take down a primary target alone. The latter was often far more difficult than it should’ve been and she knew why. She needed bait. Each engagement seemed to leave her licking some wound or another and there was no way around it. While she still had her struggles with authority, most turned a blind eye, her successes making up for her insolence. Even things like refusing to wear any tabard. She saw no tribe, no horde. Each engagement was Walmi against the world and she preferred it that way.
[7:18 AM]Now though, there was talk of the Dark Portal being reopened. A new land to be discovered and picked clean of riches. An older orc in her unit told her stories of Draenor, and of the fel. That was before her unit was deployed to Ashenvale to combat the elves. She did not go, instead she jumped on a zeppelin and traveled to the Eastern Kingdoms. There would be consequences to such an action, but she didn’t care. Aja’it though, he would be helpful in this new place she was venturing to alone. He had his uses. For all the bragging he did of the forest trolls, this was the life he wanted? She found it difficult to believe. He didn’t seem to be a part of this tribe. They mocked him, aside from the baker who she considered to be the ugliest troll she ever saw. She had watched long enough, and decided today would be the day to confront him. She would follow him to kill his dwarf and on the trip back, through the quiets of the forest, her voice would carry on the breeze. It was faint, but her words were easily understood, “Who you be?” She had devised a plan for this moment, a strategy that reached far beyond the end of her nose. It was finally time to execute it.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He stopped dead in his tracks, dwarf boot still clutched in his hand. He wielded it something like a club in addition to his long axe but that was mostly because the foot was still inside it. He looked around the dense forest, his orange eyes peering into the still Misty morning. "I be me. Who be you?" There was something in the voice that you recognized though he couldn't quite place it as it drifted across the breeze. Up close the forest troll would look quite different than he had among the darkspear. He had filled out considerably. Either he had hit a growth spurt or the climate and food of the Raven tusk agreed with him. He had thick legs from running and climbing trees, his arms were corded with lean hard muscle, and his chest was far deeper than any jungle troll. Before he could have been mistaken for a fat or even particularly beefy jungle troll with a square jaw but now there was no mistaking his bloodline. Is new armor was rather fine considering how the tribe seem to treat him and the only added to is new bulky nature but he was still light enough to be able to outrun many of them.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
There was a long moment of silence, where the only sounds were heard were the natural sounds of the forest. The voice started again, though it seemed to come from a different direction, “Who be your tribe?” She ignored his question, and decided that she would be the one asking the questions. She had taken time to notice the differences in his appearances. He was far different than the troll she knew in Kalimdor, he seemed more grown, perhaps? She wasn’t sure. Even still, she remembered his threat and decided not to put herself close enough for him to keep that promise. At least not yet. She had learned to be more cautious in her time among the horde armies. Mistakes will do that to you.

Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He narrowed his eyes in the direction of the voice, his anger riasing almost at once. He nearly shourted, a faint snarl to his words, "If ya be spirit show yaself, if ya be flesh an blood do not be so cowardly as ta hide in da dark like some purple elf!" He scanned the forest, clearly ready for some kind of ambush. "If ya be fearing death ya got no reason ta be talkin ta me an no rite ta be asking ya questions." He paused a moment and snorted, his tall hair waiving slightly as he started to move. His orange eyes glowing faintly with his controlled rage. If he was jumped he would be ready for it. He thanked the dwarf foot from the boot and tossed it aside so that he could string the object through his belt, giving him both hands to apply to his axe once more.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
There it was, that anger of his. It seemed to rise much easier now, which made sense considering his treatment by the tribe he loved oh so much when they were in Kalimdor. She took some joy in his treatment, though not for the sake of his sorrow, more because she assumed it would make her own task easier. “An elf?” The voice fell silent once more. After a few painful moments of silence it moved once again, “I be prettier den any elf, boy.” She couldn’t help but make a disgusted face at that mention, though it was unseen. “Tink dat baker poisoned ya bread ta be rid of ya fer da tribe?” She paused for a long moment before speaking again, “Can’t be trustin’ dem females.” She let out a laugh, which bordered on a witches cackle and seemed to fill the air from a number of directions.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
Aja'it turned to the source of the voice. Unfortunately he would know that laugh anywhere. He heard it all through his childhood and no one called him 'boy' but her. "Walmi! Ya daughter of an oger show ya face. Unless ya be too scared ta be facin me now." His eyes were blazing now though he was clearly in control of the magic unlike before. "An Kirina be a good troll unlike ya. She don't be poisioning her companions ta get what she want." Clearly he had taken more notice of the female than his actions in the village let on. He scanned the forest, his axe lifted for a downstroke though he had gained a great deal of skill with the weapon and was confident that so long as she was in range he could block an attack that would hit below the waist without too much trouble. "I be trusting you even less girl den I would a dwarf." This was said mostly in anger. He remembered mostly the bad things about her and very little of the good, the primary thoughts focusing on how she used him to get her way. He would never trust a dwarf.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
“Not yet.” She shook her head from her concealment, “I only be comin’ ta ask ya a question, den I be gone.” She watched him carefully for a moment, still untrusting of him and his rage. She still considered herself too young and pretty to die just yet. She carefully moved once again, though she was closer now than before. “Dis be da life ya want?” It was a fair enough question, he didn’t seem to be enjoying his life aside from killing dwarves. While he had always talking about how he yearned to be with his tribe, it didn’t seem the tribe had the same thoughts. “If dat be true den I be goin’...if dat ain’t true, Ol’ Walmi can be fixin’ dat.” She paused and moved away again, putting distance between them, “Tink long an’ hard on da answer. Ask da loa. I’ll be back in da mornin’ for da answer.” And with that, silence fell over the forest once more. She would have been gone, or at least that’s what she wanted him to think. It would be far better for her goals if he decided to goal with her rather than her forcing him and she knew he had to consult the loa before making any real decisions. It was just his way and she doubted that would change.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
She was gone before he could retort. But he shouted anyway, "I be servin my people." He snorted and stalked off back towards the village. He kicked the dwarf foot on his way. The rest of the day he did not do any of his usual tasks. Instead he sat in his open hut and thought. Anyone that came up to him was only met with a hallow glare. All but Kirina. When she eventually came over to see what was wrong he allowed her to sit with him. Quietly and leaving out most details he told her of his unhappiness within the tribe. He had completed his task of having them join the Horde and yet he could not be named among them as a a Raventusk as was his birthright. He had not gone through the same trials as the younger trolls and so had to do them. All because his parents abandoned him in jungle troll lands. The female comforted him and offered her council which surprisingly was to follow the loa and that the Raventusk were a people of action and community. If he wished to prove he was worthy of the black feather he wore he would need to do more than killing dwarves unless he wished to do it forever. She ran a hand through his tall hair and kissed his cheek, her smaller tusks clicking against his, more than likely feeling that Aja'it would be gone soon. When she was gone Aja'it gathered the necessary items for a sacrifice and stole away to a more private area down the coast where the iron grey waters would drown his voice from being heard at the village. He called to his Loa to seek guidance and all through the night he prayed to them but it was not until dawn that he finally got what he was asking for.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
The file scraped against the raptor’s talon as Walmi went through the routine of sharpening them for her violet friend. Her voice was low when she spoke, “Tink he be comin’ of his own will? I do.” The raptor didn’t seem to pay her much attention as his eyes were focused on the surrounding forest, looking for threats as he often did. The pair been inseparable since he was given to her when she completed her training. Often she would consult with him, but rarely did he add to the conversation. It was a means for helping her think through things. Once she completed the task she stood and ran a hand down the animal’s snout, “One day, when we be findin’ dat gold city mama be fittin’ ya wit some gold, too.” She chuckled, the raptor did not. He just stared. Once she was finished she sat on the ground and went about setting up a ritual. She had decided not to burn fire for being discovered. While there were talks the Raventusk has joined the horde, she had no confidence that finding a jungle troll in their lands would be seen as acceptable. Once she finished paying homage to her loa she bedded down. The raptor didn’t. He watched over her. She wasn’t sure when he slept, but he always seemed to be looking for something that didn’t exist. When morning came she concealed herself once more and returned to where she had spoken with Aja’it the prior day. Here she would wait for him, wait for his answer. She had been prepared for either outcome, but one thing she knew for certain, he was going with her.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
Aja'it did not turn up at dawn. Or even a few hours after that. It was only a few hours before high sun when he eventually made his way back to the place where Walmi had spoken to him. He looked drained, as if the mental work to deal with the problem she had tossed in his lap had taken a great deal from him and he smelled of burning incense and fresh bread. He paused to looked around. He remained quiet, expecting her to do something nasty now that he was out in the open again. Grunting he said quietly, "I be havin questions before I make me choice. Come outa da shadows an speak ta me. I be promisin not ta kill ya dis time." His tone was cool and calculating, the underpinning if his anger still noticable. He squatted down off the path he had trod through the forest for months now and looked out into the wood, trying to spy her before she arrived though he guessed he wouldn't see her. The Horde would have only strengthened her abilities of stealth.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She remained silent for a long time, he had made her wait for his arrival and so she would do the same. Though she was curious about his request, he didn't seem the type to lie, or at least he didn't used to but things had changed with him so it was still possible. She decided if she met his demand it would at least be a show of good faith, so she dropped her concealment. She had been standing just a few feet away from him, having been able to hone those skills through her training and experience. "I be here." She looked at him cautiously, she had gone through a similar growth spurt. She chest was larger than when last they met, alone with the width of her hips, though her waist was as narrow as ever. She carried the appearance of a grown female of her race. "An' what questions ya be havin?" She tilted her head as she looked at him, her attire was far different than in the past. She seemed to be covered from head to ankle in dark brown leather, aside from the bare midriff she often displayed. Her shoulders carried two leather pads that were adorned with long teeth which looked animal in nature. The familiar daggers still remained at her side, just below her hands which rested atop them.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He flinched slightly as she seemed to materialize from the shadows but he did not get up. He simply looked over her, noting the changes. "Ya be stronger now." He narrowed his eyes slightly. It was true and what he really meant was that she filled out nicely. For a jungle troll always. He rolled his shoulders and settled back down. "There be three I be needin ta know an ya best be answerin honestly for once. If ya be coming here as a friend ya best start in good faith.' he spoke in a way that did not make it sound like a rebuke, especially considering he was still squatting which put him lower than her in a way. His tone sounded more tired than judgemental as if trust and friendship were more work than they were worth any more. "Why ya be coming for me? Last I knew we hated one another. Ya be making it clear we ain't friends or partners in da hunt or anytin other than passing enemies." He looked at her with a searching gazr but did not let her answer before he moved on to the next question, "Where ya intending ta go? Da only big threat I be knowin about be da Legion an fat portal. Da rest be taken care a. An da last question be dependent on ya answers here." He seemed to be of a patient mind currently and in no hurry for her to explain, allowing her the time to explain without pressing for answers. If he anger d her he knew he would not get any answers.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She watched him cautiously as he asked his questions, remained calm through it. She decided to lean her weight onto one leg, which would have add to her response time should he decide to attack. It was a show of trust, though she doubted he would see it as such. She looked him over for a long moment, “I be headin’ fer dat portal in da south. Since da Zeppelin put me so close da curiosity got da best of me. I decided ta be seein’ what happened of dat troll I know. An’ how da Raventusk be now dat dey wit da Horde.” She shook her head slowly at him, “Didn’t expect it ta be like dis.” She raised her shoulders in a slow shrug. “Now dat I be knowin’ what I know...Don’ be tinkin’ ya want ta be stayin’ here when dere be so much more ta do.” She tucked her thumbs behind the leather belt that wrapped around her waist, “Walmi might be wrong in tinkin’ dat. If ya got soft an’ dis what ya want now...den stay here wit da baker an da mockery.” Her golden orbs rested on him as she felt silent for a moment, as if she were trying to read something that wasn’t there, “Wat be da t’ird question?”
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He listened to her talking, though confused by her comment about the zeplin as there was one far closer to the blasted lands and the other was north of them. Clearly she had made the trip specifically to see him and was not admitting it. Still she was being civil and even relaxing a touch around him which eased his own tension. If only slightly she was still quicker than he was and could strike out whenever she felt the need . "I came here seeking my people. Problem be that they stopped looking for me a long time ago. Ta den I be no more den a child needin ta prove myself. I be no Raventusk til den." He looked up at her. The teasing, where once had been taken mostly in good humor now only angered him. His pride, already wounded from the Raventusk, did not react well to her digging. He rose up from his squatting and raised up until he was directly eye level with her. His seething anger would be evident but his tone was calm enough. "How can I be trustin you? All ya be carin about is yaself an it don't matter who or what be caught in ya path." He made no aggressive move against her, he only stared right into her golden eyes, seeking the truth of the matter.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She made a thoughtful sound as she listened to his explaination of the Raventusk and his need to prove himself to be accept within the tribe. That was often the case when it came to the tribes. Her brow rose when he suddenly stood and moved closer, though she didn't flinch her step back. Instead she kept her feet planted and stared back into his eyes, "Ya might not be bein' a Raventusk dis minute." She reached one hand out to let her fingertips lightly touch his chest, "But ya still a Darkspear." She withdrew her hand and returned it to rest on her hip, "An' if ya be needin' ta prove yourself...Well, killin' beasts on a different world might be doin' dat, eh? I heard some stories 'bout dis place. It be different den Azeroth. Foreign." A small grin started to creep across her lips, "Dere be riches dere I bet. An' dere be forests bigger den dis..Ancient ones." She knew she would need to address his other question, but she decided to leave it for last to let the temptation of proving himself start to gnaw at him first. "Tings be different now. Even with Walmi. Da time in da army gave me time ta be tinkin' on dat." She shifted her weight to her other leg, but didn't move otherwise, "I don' know how ta be makin' ya understand dat. Ya be havin' ta see it. If ya don' trust me, den tellin' ya otherwise won't be doin' anygood. Ya need ta see it wit dem eyes." Her brow twitched slightly as she looked at him, "But dat be your choice. Say da word an' I be on me way ta dis adventure witout ya. An' ya can stay here, collectin' dwarf foots." Her eyes finally pulled from his and moved over his features, looking for any movement she could find, anything that would help her read his expression.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He didn't flinch at her touch though he did blink in surprise. She usually refrained from touching anyone, especially him as he was, as she put it, a disgusting tree troll. Her touch, perhaps more than anything, calmed him. His anger eased to the background as he considered her words about being able to prove himself. She had a point if course and he could imagine the looks on the others' faces as he tossed the skull of some demon before them. His moment to rub in that he was stronger and more skilled than they allowed him to be. Even if he didn't go with Wamli he considered going alone for that reason only. His expression turned thoughtful. It would be easy enough to convince his new elders to let him go and traveling with someone that was at least skilled had it's perks. Still she would take all the credit for everything. He would do all the small tasks, put his life on the line, be posioned, and Loa knew what else only to have her gain more and more while he remained unrewarded. The deal was unfair. "Dis be a partnership den, equal, Darkspear ta Darkspear." That would cover most of his worries in regards to loot and duties and simple respect. Perhaps given enough time he could forget she had posioned him though when his arm had regrown he had gotten the image of the snake she had etched into his arm tattooed below the layer if moss. Not that she could see it as his heavy gloves covered it over. Perhaps forgiving would be easier than forgetting.(edited)
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
“A partnership den.” She hadn’t considered such a thing, in fact she didn’t truly see him as a Darkspear. It did seem like a minor compromise, though, she could consider them partners as the rewards would outweigh that annoyance. She had been told tales of riches, great cities, and also the demons that plagued the land. Her focus was less on that, though. “When can we be leavin’?” Her impatience reared it’s ugly head again, she had done a great deal to control it but there were times when it snuck up on her. “I be meanin’ ya be havin’ ta inform da Raventusk An dat woman before we go?” She he clearly taken notice to the baker’s behavior, and it mattered little to her. At least it should. He was not a suitable mate. She barely toyed with the idea of him being a suitable bed partner. That was more difficult to convince herself of with his current appearance, the moss helped to remind her of his bloodline, thankfully.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He stood fully and rolled his shoulders. He did not look happy really, but he did at least look less tired than before. He managed a half grin that was more savage than he realized and his eyes were hooded but bright once more, "Dat woman be no concern a yours." In truth he had bedded more than his share of the females in the village. Being fresh meat so to speak many had sought him out and fee cared. The baker however had come first to comfort him and over time they had grown close but no where near anything settled. She never even asked for him to visit her in the night. Perhaps that was what made that one more interesting to him. Still she would get no farewell from him. They had done that the night before. "Unless ya be feelin jealous a her bein close ta me a course man. Den she be more a worry for ya I tink." "As far as when we leavin best give me ta nightfall. If I come before den we be leaving den." He shrugged, apparently in no real rush, not outwardly anyway. "Will ya want ta be comin to da village? Might make a right show a da Darkspear callin on me, Makin it look like I be wanted ta another tribe." He chuckled at the thought and what it would do to the forest trolls. They might treat him like an unproven welp but the Darkspear saw him as a full member and the reminder of that fact might make them rethink their choices. Knowing that someone as string and skilled as he was had options.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She waved a dismissive hand at him, “Tch. Don’ be carin’ bout some baker.” She shook her head as she looked at him, “Jus’ be makin’ sure ya don’ be needin’ ta be doin’ tings ‘fore we be leavin’. Dat’s all.” She tilted her head as she looked up at him, “If ya be askin’ me ta represent da Darkspear an’ call on ya, den I be doin’ it.” She pondered that for a moment, she was willing to do such a thing. Part of it was to rub it in the noses of the Raventusk, the other part was because of the amount of attention she would have in such a moment. “Walmi be doin’ dat if it be what ya want.” A sly grin crept over her lips, “But only if ya be askin’. She had no reason or want to visit his tribe, but she thought if it was something that would help his appearance to them she would be willing, and it would show him that this truly would be a partnership. Doing something without much of a personal gain on her end. “Ya be decidin’ dat.” She offered him a bow, “Ol’ Walmi at your service, eh?”
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
His eye lit up and he grinned at her. "Come round da evening meal. Dat way ya be havin da biggest audience for it." He paused and then bust out laughing, "Ah dis gonna be good. Dem trolls ain't be knowin what dey about ta lose." He was grinning widly at her for Probably the first time ever. "I be acting like I be havin visions from da Loa so dey not be knowin anyting about ya being here. Make a good show a it." He rolled his shoulders again and started back for the path. He paused before he got to far and turned to look at her with a calculating expression. Perhaps he was weighing the damage she could do to him with her presentation if she wished, or perhaps he was trying to figure something else out in his thoughts. It was strange to go from anger to happiness when it came to the idea of her and in such a short time but he shrugged it off. No helping it now.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She looked at him curiously, it was such a sudden drastic change in mood that it gave rise to concern. She assumed he was just pleased to be able to have something to hold over his own tribe’s head for their mistreatment of him. “It be a good show, don’ be worryin’ bout dat.” She chuckled lightly at him, and secretly she was excited for such a thing. She watched him as he walked off, though she didn’t move, she just remained where she was. It was better for her to stay instead of letting him see the way back to her makeshift camp. She didn’t wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t setting her up, surrounded by Forest trolls, he could kill her and prove himself. A dark smile covered her lips at that though, no, that was something she would do. He didn’t seem to use the same tactics. Once he was out of sight she returned to her raptor and dig through one of the packs hanging from his side, “Dis be a good time. Jus’ wait til ya be seein’ dis.” She had to remain there until the evening meal, and it was fine as she suddenly had a few things to do to occupy her time. He was coming with her willingly and that was pleasing. It was a fair trade to make his farewell memorable. She waited until the afternoon waned on and made her way to the village. Her violet raptor walking closely behind her in obedience, though his eyes and snout were busy seeking threats as he often did. He had grown flighty over the past few months, but she didn’t seem to pay it much mind. She was dressed put, wearing her armor, but over it lay the Darkspear tabard she was given when completing her training. It seemed fitting. In her hand there was a rolled piece of parchment, which her grip kept firmly in place. As she approached the sentries at the outskirts she paused to look at them, “Walmi of da Darkspear. I be here on important bidness of da Horde.” Her posture was straighter than normal, trying to show the more formal aspects of her visit, “Be needin’ ta see da elders.”
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He had returned to the village and simply acted as if nothing happened. He started up his work again and two outside eyes he simply had had a bad morning. Quietly he had been stashing a few supplies here and there and before going to the evening meal he stopped by his sleeping mat and filled several saddlebags full of the supplies under the pretense of organizing the tribes stores of course. The centuries exchanged looks. They were both Burleigh males in heavy plate armor with decorated Spears. One of them, one that had a short mohawk the same color as Aja'it's came forward to give her a once-over. "What kinda business do ya be havin wit Elder Torntusk?" They both were eyeing her with a mix of suspicion and heightened interest though perhaps it was the missing raptor at her back that kept them from making any further action two flanking her.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She looked between the two of them and her free hand moved to rest on one of the blades at her hip, casually, “Be havin’ orders. One of ya people bein’ called ya serve on da front.” She shook her head which caused the scent of flowers to fill the air emanating from her swaying hair. “Can’t be sayin’ much more den dat ta some grunts.” She waved the rolled parchment around, “Please don’ be keepin’ me from fulfillin’ da Horde’s business.” The violet raptor moved his head forward so that it was suspended beside Walmi’s cheek and he let out a threatening snort. She raised her free hand to pat the beast’s snout, “I know ya didn’t be eatin’ yet. We be feedin’ ya after dis business be done.” She looked back to the sentries with a raised brow, “Ya be leadin’ me ta Elder Torntusk or I be reportin’ back ta da commanders dat da Raventusk don’ be standin’ wit us?” She tilted her head to one side as if to emphasize the weight of that came from such a decision.

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The two guards turned more serious after her threats and the one with the orange hair said, "Ya be here for Jinajit. He be da best fighter we got dat not already be sent ta da portal.." He motioned for her to start walking and would take up a position at her side to guide her into the village. "De Elder an his mate be in ta eat wit da resta da tribe. Ya be findin dem in der." He motioned with his spear as they drew close and then pointed to a tie off for her raptor near an open paddock where black and blue raptors intermingled with giant bears. "Ya beast be safe ta stay over der while ya busy. No one be botherin it." Inside the largest hut there was a bit of a rowdy atmosphere. In the center of the room was a huge roasting pit where a gryphon was spinning. The whole tribe, the ones still present anyway, numbered in the mid fifties and they were scattered about the place in small groups of family or friends. At a higher platform an older forest troll sat with his mate who appeared more beast that troll. The Primals of the Raventusk were well known even among the Horde. Aja'it was hidden away in his usually shadowy spot.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She walked beside him but did not comment on his rambling. She did take some joy in hearing who they considered their best fighter, and that it was not the one she would be calling for. That would create some gasps among the villagers she assumed. She nodded and led the raptor to the tie off, she ran the reins over it, but did not cinch them. If she needed to make a quick escape, she didn’t need to be concerned with her beast being tied down. She thanked the guards once she reached the man hut and proceeded inside. She paused to look over those gathered and the meal they were preparing. She let her golden orbs trail each of the trolls and it didn’t take her long to discern who the elder was and she approached him slowly. Once she reached him she gave a small bow, which nearly pained her to do, but it was necessary, “Elder Torntusk. I be bringin’ a message from da Horde.” She raised her eyes to look at him briefly, he sure was ugly by jungle troll standards. She didn’t keep that gaze raised for long as she brought it back to the floor before him out of respect.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
The elder thrummed in his chest and raised a hand. Slowly the chatter and the faint music that had been playing eased and died at last. He stood, his mate remaining on her cushion though she did watch Walmi with a feral cat like grin, the long claws and cat's teeth only helped the image. The elder spoke up in a carrying voice, "We be honored ta have a speaker for da Horde in our home. Speak ya message an da Horde be seein da Raventusk's power at work."
[7:36 PM]The gathered trolls turned their attention to Walmi, no doubt eyeing the tabard and her appearance. She did stick out with her thinner frame, blue skin, pink hair, and even her voice. Several of the trolls cast looks back towards Aja'it smirking or leaning in to whisper. He had made no move himself other than to lean forward to watch and listen. His eyes shifting about the room so that he did not miss anyone's reaction. The moment gave him a hungry look, like a starved wolf.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She nodded to the elder and gave a gracious smile before her serious expression returned and she began to unroll the parchment she carried. She made a big show of the task, holding it with a hand at the top and the other at the bottom. She cleared her throat before she began, "I, Walmi of da Darkspear, in service of da Horde be sent ta ya now by Order of the Supreme Commander of da Might of Kalimdor, Varok Saurfang, an' under da direction of Vol'jin, Chieftan of da Darkspear tribe ta request da aid of da Raventusk." She paused here for dramatic effect, cause why not, "I am to retrieve da one known as da Bane of da Black Lion of Kalimdor, ya might be knowin' him as Aja'it. His might be known all across Kalimdor from his time among da Darkspear. He be requested ta accompany me on a special assignment ta da world of Draenor, beyond da Dark Portal where we be fighting back 'gainst da Legion on dis ot'er world. Lok'Tar Ogar. " She slowly began to roll up the parchment as she looked at the elder, "Dis Aja'it be among dis village? Or I be needin' ta continue me search?"
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
There was a mixed reaction among the gathered trolls. Most were surprised and the rest seemed to devolve into angry whispering. A large troll that looked almost exactly like Aja'it himself only without warpaints on his face, stood and spoke over the sudden din, "Aja'it be no Raventusk! Ya call on him because he be da Darkspear's pup. Ya want a real fighter den ya be askin for da wrong blood." This made the room go silent. While most would openly say that Jinajit was the last remaining champion of the Raventusk as the other warriors had left ton join the fighting, many considered Aja'it to be more skilled even if they wouldn't openly admit it. Besides the darkspear was easier to get along with on the whole.
The elder raised his voice and glared at the upstart. "Ya be sittin down before I beat ya with your own tusk. Dis be a speaker for da Horde and dey be seekin Aja'it. Der be no arguin against it dispite ya personal opinion." He looked towards the back of the hall and motioned for Aja'it to stand and join him, which he did slowly. "Aja'it be Darkspear first an while he be da one ta guide us inta da Horde he has yat ta earn his place among us. As Elder I give my blessin that he may take our name ta des outer lands and bring us glory. If he be returnin den he be names onea us!" For a moment there was silence and then slowly the members of the tribe nodded and muttered their agreements. Jinajit looked murderous.(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
Walmi turned her head slightly and listened in on the outburst coming from behind her. His name was the one the sentry spoke of, if he were in fact the best warrior in the village, this must have destroyed his ego. That thought brought her some joy. Once the elder finished his rebuke of the warrior, and and his promise to Aja'it she turned her attention back to him. "Tank you." She gave the elder another gracious bow, "Den me orders be partly fulfilled." She turned to look at Aja'it and a smile moved over her lips, "Dere be plenty a fuss 'bout ya back in Kalimdor. Walmi be tinkin' ya be showin' me why soon enough, eh?" She gave him a knowing wink, rather enjoying the excitement of pulling off such a ploy before an entire tribe. Walmi looked back to elder, "We best be goin'. Already lost a week lookin' fer dis one. Ya Raventusk be hard ta find. When we return maybe we be tryin' dat big feast ya be havin' dere." She offered the elder another polite smile before moving toward the exit, she waved a hand for Aja'it to follow while the other was busy dropping the parchment among the fire below of the gryphon. The paper caught and burned nearly as soon as it was introduced to the heat. She didn't look back as she stepped out of the hut, expected the tree troll to be on her heels. If he had tarried it may have given his tribe mates a chance to doubt the legitimacy of her claims. That wouldn't do.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
The tribe as a whole simply started to talk and mummer as the two trolls left the hut. No one tried to stop them though Aja'it could have sworn that Jinajit's eyes might burn a hole through him if he remained any longer. Once they were out of the main hall the noise doubled and Aja'it grinned around his tusks. "Ahhhh, that be good. Though don't ya be thinkin ya put it on a bit thick? Bane a da Black Lion of Kalimdor?" He snorted but continued to grin as he made his way to his sleeping spot to gather his saddle backs, and a very heavy, thick black cloak made of lion fur. He slipped this over his head so that the front paws looked like they were clasped around his neck and the head of the beast could be lifted into a hood. He lead her over to the open pen where he found his mount. The huge black bear nuzzled into him and rumbled before holding still to allow his armor to be put on and the bags attached. "Dis be Rhajin. He be faster den he look so we makin good time ta de Undercity. Be faster ta take da zeplin den it be ta tryin make it through all dem Alliance lands."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She grinned as the noise double inside the hut. She couldn’t deny that she enjoyed being the one to create such a reaction. She glanced to Aja’it, “Titles be makin’ ya seem more important. Be more worried ‘bout sayin’ Varok declared it. He don’ be knowin’ be. Saw him once. Dat’s it.” She chuckled again as she moved with him to collect his things and finally to the pen.
She looked at the bear and nodded of course it wasn’t but a couple seconds before her raptor came running up behind her to inspect what was going on. “Dis be Ripper.” She motioned to his talons which appeared to be sharper than they would have been in nature. “Cause ‘o dem. He be a big softie though.” She patted the beasts snout and he snorted, raising his lip enough to bear his razor sharp teeth at those gathered as if in defiance of Walmi’s words. Walmi pulled the tabard over her head which caused her braids to flop back down onto her chest. “Da Undercity? Dat place be havin’ bad voodoo.” She raked her hand through her hair as if it was somehow correcting some unseen defect, “Be likin’ faster, no question bout dat.” She tucked the tabard away into one of the packs attached to Ripper’s saddle and quickly scrambled up. She took his reins in one hand and motioned to him with the other, “Dis be her land. Lead da way, boy.” She shook her head and chuckled, “Be meanin’ da bane of da black lion. Dat name’s gonna catch. Jus’ ya wait.”
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
After double checking the straps on the warbear he clambered up. The bear looked mazzive with the smaller troll sitting up on his back but the two moved easily enough as Aja'it needed no reigns to command him. He chuckled and touched the lion-pelt cloak. "If I be wearin dis for long enough dat be true. Though seems a bit unfair as ya had equal claim to da kill." Once they were out of the village Rhakin broke into a run of sorts that was not fast but it was faster than walking. The bear seemed accustomed to the forest even by night and took them on a safe path. "I doubt Varok be hearin a dis. Da Raventusk be too proud ta go askin questions. But that dose bring a question ta mind. Ya be here without dem orderin ya I be thinkin, so what be stopin dem from arrestin ya for desertion da moment we reach someone dat know ya?"
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She watched as he commanded the bear without reins, it made sense, he was on the same level as the beasts as she recalled. Walmi directed Ripper to follow behind the bear, "Walmi be gettin' what she be wantin' from dat kill." She patted the blade hanging at her side, "Dat be enough." Ripper fell into a comfortable run as they left the village and Aja'it's question was asked far sooner than she would have liked. She had intended to explain things once they were in the air, or perhaps at the Dark Portal. "Oh. Dat." She made a thoughtful sound, "Well, dere don' be much ta stop dem." She lowered a hand to pat one of the packs hanging from Ripper, "Cept I got dese written orders from a commander. He be dead now, so doubt dey'll be tellin' it be written by Walmi." She chuckled and quickly stifled herself, "He died from natural causes. Wasn't me handy work, case ya was tinkin' dat."
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
Aja'it made a thoughtful sound. Unfortunately it was a problem. A rather big one. They would need to come up with a solution rather quickly too though perhaps with the confusion of the Horde fighting the Legion on the heels of the recent battles it would go unnoticed or simply written off as wartime mistakes. He could not be so lucky as to have that happen of course so something else would need to be done. "We be findin an answer before long. As fer da commander, dat be unfortunate. Perhaps we could be callin on da Darkspear ta protect us. Sayin it be some order from dem over da military but I don't be knowin where da authority reach in dat case." He shrugged. The inner workings of Horde politics was something she would know better than him at this point. As they ran through the forest the two animals would fall into a comfortable and easy pace. If they could maintain the speed he guessed that it would take only a few days to reach the blighted city. the idea of going there again made his skin prickle. He was no fan of the undead and they were no fans of him. Rotten humans was all they were to him.

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She shrugged as she listened to him, "Don' be worryin' bout dat. I'm sure it be workin' out. Besides, if tings be as bad as I heard beyond dat portal, doubt it be matterin' much." She shooked her head and looked farther into the darkness of the night. "Now den, fer important tings. Ya been in any memorable battles since ya left da Darkspear, eh?" She was clearly making small talk, which wasn't much like her, or perhaps it was part of how she had changed since the time of their separation. It was the latter. She hadn't seen someone she was comfortable speaking with openly since he left, though she would never admit it. She spoke as was needed for the task at hand, but nothing beyond that. A grin found its way onto her lips and she was quite pleased with herself. Not only was Aja'it accompanying her on this quest of hers, but he did so of his own will. That would make things easier, she thought. He wouldn't be able to blame her when they cheated death on the number of occasions she expected that to happen in the near future. "Where ya be gettin' dat axe? It be a big axe."
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
"Not sure about any grand battles. Nothin ta reach da Darkspear but da Dwarves in dis forest be tough and I be thinkin de breed in litters wit how many der be. Tough as stone dem. We've had a fair number a fights. An der be the Witherbark and da Vialbranch. Forest troll tribes round here dat be tryin ta claim Raventusk lands. Been fightin wit dem a great deal." He shrugged. He had never been one to brag about his fighting or his abilities. If he was he might have made mention of the fact that he lead many of the raids on both the trolls and the dwarves. "As fer da axe it be a gift I guess." He didn't elaborate on it and his tone made it clear that the topic was uncomfortable. The axe was large, heavy, and had a rather old design but it hummed faintly with elemental energies and from time to time could be seen to throw an arc of lightning over the surface. To change the subject he turned the question back on her. "What about ya? Da Horde workin ya hard or de be smart about it? I be curious how ya found workin under dem... other than the obvious."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She listened to him quietly and didn’t really add much as she spoke. She was quite content just listening to him talking about different things he had experienced since they last met. It was interesting to think he was fighting dwarves and neighboring troll tribes. That’s how it was with trolls sometimes, that much she was aware of. The mention of the axe piqued her curiosity, the fact that he didn’t elaborate piqued it even more. She would find out, oh she would find out. “Hm?” She had been distracted by her listening. “Oh. Da Horde be complicated.” She looked at him, thought she saw nothing but his back from her position on Ripper behind him, “I been in some battles. Fought some giant bugs in da South. Helped ta explore dis old elf city sat was overrun wit ogres.” She chuckled at that,, “Now Dey be ugly an’ strong! Been sent off on me own a few times for tings. Sneakin’ an’ such.” She left it at that, she wasn’t fond of how those missions had gone. She lacked bait, and still blamed his absence for most of those failures. “Da problem wit da Horde be da division. Some be wantin’ peace wit da Allince. Ot’ers wantin’ ya wipe ‘em out at all costs. Tinkin’ it gonna be a problem someday.” She sighed and shifted in her saddle, “Of all da people I met wit da Horde, I still be tinkin’ dat Targ was one of da wisest. Dat crazy?” She tilted her head as it was a question she constantly wrestled with late at night when she was unable to sleep. “Outside of dat...I don’ be likin’ dem tellin’ me what ta do. Where ya be goin’. Dat’s why I be here an’ not fightin’ dem elves in Ashenvale right now.”
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He listened to her quietly. There was a great deal of information there. She had done much but what was more important was what she was not saying. She did not speak of victory or grand claims of heroism. And her tone continued to be conversational and even bordering on friendly. It was pleasing in a way and Aja'it found himself relaxing. Perhaps it was simply because he knew her from childhood and he did not have to try every breath to make some kind of impression. Perhaps it was her new attitude. Or perhaps it was just being away from the failure that had been returning to his own people. He shifted his lionpelt so that it wrapped more fully around him. He had lined the inside with a fine golden cloth. Partly to hide the magics he had etched into the skin of the pelt, and partly because it was soft. "Targ be a wise orc. It be a shame almost dat so few get ta speak wit him." He thought back to the conversation he had with the old orc and frowned slightly. "Perhaps da boy be able ta be just as wise one day though it be hard for him. Have ta write it all out." he chuckled lightly and sighed in a comfortable way. "I never thought ya would last long in da Horde as parta da main force. Ya be too strong willed fer dat. They shoulda been puttin ya on assignment alone, or wit a partner ta scout and kill tings a importance. Let ya have ya head."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
"Targ be wise. Da boy have a good teacher. Hope dey both still alive." She chuckled and shook her head, "Still be owin' him a favor someday. Wonder what dat be.." She made a thoughtful sound, it seemed to be an odd payment for the blades she carried, but she hadn't given it a great deal of thought. Whatever it was would be more enjoyable than running among the masses of the Horde. She looked at him once more, "Dat's what I be tinkin'!" She cackled, and the shrill laugh cut through the cool night air, "Maybe if we be doin' good on Draenor, dey be lettin' me do jus' dat.. She reached a hand up to rub her chin as she thought, "Suppose they be expectin' ya ta be part of dat, so we better be careful an' not let 'em tink ya be too strong fer yer own good." A smirk found its way onto her lips and she would have to admit, she was enjoying the conversation, though she wouldn't admit it to him. She would at least admit it to herself. "What be da chances dat angry troll try followin' us? He was pretty upset 'bout what we did back dere." The corners of her eyes pulled as she narrowed them, though they would have been hidden from his view, "If he does come huntin'...I'll be introducin' him to da poisons of da Darkspear. Dat much I be knowin'." she chuckled at that thought, it was no where near her normal laugh. There was a darkness to it, even now, she did enjoy her craft. Most who knew that tended to stay away from her. Just as well, they were probably just afraid she would test her newest concoctions out on them. ...They wouldn't be wrong.
 Arravien Anderton10/14/2019
He would frown at mention of Jinajit and was surprised that she hadn't made the connection yet. That was perhaps for the best he reflected. "He won't be followin. Dat one have a big voice, an a big walk but he ain't goin far from da village. He be a good protector but not a good outrider." He was being oddly fair to someone that hated him by all appearances. "Dat being said, if he be followin us best ta do just as ya say. He got a tempar worse den mine." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, the long orange stripe springing back up into place as his hand passed. For a moment he was quiet, reflecting on Jinajit and what he represented for himself. She hadn't pried into his family or his life among the Raventotem and that was a good thing. He had no wish to speak on it. Before the pause got too long though he diverted the subject again. "I be wonderin who is stronger. Da Dwarves or da Elves. Sure da elves be havin der nature magic but dem dwarves be tough an da gryphons dey command be cunnin' beasts. Add da Elements an der machine building I be thinkin dey be da power in da Alliance.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/14/2019
She smirked at him, "Don' ya be worryin' bout dat, if he make da mistake of followin'." She shook her head and gave it some thought, he did look similar to Aja'it but most of the forest trolls looked the same in her untrained eyes. Mossy bastards. "Ah, well, hope what ya say be true, fer his sake." She had decided that she wouldn't pry into the affairs of his tribe any more than needed. She saw what she needed to during the weeks she stalked him in secret, it would most likely not be a pleasant conversation to have. "Be tinkin' ya wrong on dat one." She waved a dismissive hand as he obviously changed the subject, "Ya ever be fightin' dem elves? Dere warriors be savage an' tough. At least da females. I be tinkin' dey be da power of da alliance on da ground. Especially in da trees." She snorted at that, "Dey be good at hidin' too, which be one of dere only redeemin' qualities, I'm tinkin'. Still, I'd rather be fightin' dem dwarves over da elves any day. At least they be loud enough ya know dey comin'?" She couldn't help but smirk at her own cleverness and inadvertent insult to the dwarves.
"What about dem goats?" She seemed to be continuing their conversation about the other races, "I heard stories 'bout dese Draenai? I tink dat's what dey call 'em. Never seen one. Dey got feet like goats. Supposed ta be bein' from Draenor so we might be seein' dem. Dey got special loa, I heard. Someting bout da loa of da light." She raised her shoulders in a shrug, it was clear most of her intel was coming from a tavern somewhere.
 
 
October 15, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/15/2019
"Da village doesn't get much news. Not wit so many gone ta des outer lands. Dey sound like da tauren only worse." He grunted in good humor. "De Alliance can be havin dem. Don matter how many strange things day bring in. We still gonna be victorious. Wit da Trolls parta a Horde der be little de can do." He shrugged and ruffled Rhajin's thick fur. The bear grunted in appreciation it would seem, or agreement. "Still be thinkin dem dwarves be da power. Noisy smelly tings. An der be some dat can turn ta stone da moment ya blade come ta strike em. Good way ta chip a blade apart in a fight." He glanced over his shoulder at her and for a moment thought it would be nice to have her move up beside him so that he could see her reactions to their words. She always did have an expressive face. It let him know more than just her words but he let the thought go. Their trip through the forest was uneventful. They could make out wild eyes reflecting in the darkness from time to time but the forest seemed quiet. Part of that was due to the constant thrashing the Raventusk and party because of the path Aja'it had chosen. It lead north more than west and steadily went up towards the mountains.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/15/2019
She listened as they moved on and agreed with his thoughts on these Draenai. They seemed far more fitting for the alliance than for the Horde. The dwarves though, were sounding far more formidable. “Dey can be turnin’ ta Stone? Den how ya be killin’ dem?” That was an interesting thought. She had never met a person who could turn to stone at will. Blades would be of little use against such a foe. “Wonder if dere be dwarves where we be goin’...” she pondered that thought and was unsure if they would be or not. She didn’t really know exactly what this new land would be like. She had heard mention of some of the races there and demons but it was difficult to discern truth from drunken tales of fantasy. She shook her head, wondering about such would only increase her impatience for their destination, “How far south dis zeppelin be takin’ us, eh?”
 Arravien Anderton10/15/2019
Aja'it shrugged to her questions on the dwarves. "Not all of dem can do it, only most and it usually only lasts a few seconds but long enough ta toss da battle in their direction. I be finding da blunt end a me axe good enough ta take a few chunks of em off an when de be goin back ta flesh the wound still be there. Still it be dat an der mastery a de elements day make em deadly. An I bet ya an eye der be dwarves. De be everywhere. Damn tunneling short things. Breed in litters I be swearin." He snorted and rolled his shoulders, his shoulder guards rattled slightly as they bumped on another. "It should be takin us ta Strangle Torn. It be da same one we set up ta deal wit Zul'Gurub. Da flight be takin us a but but faster den walking ta be sure. Den we gotta path through da mountains ta de Blasted Lands. I be asking Torntusk about it last night. Saying da loa send me a vision a da portal and wanted to know where it be. He's a good troll day one. Be a shame day he bound by da law of da Tribe sometimes." Rhajin grumbled and slowed to a walk. They had been running for some time and now the path ahead seemed to got nearly straight up into the mountains. Zigzagging up the stone cliffs and over the ridge. To keep both footing and energy the bear slowed to his walk but they would still make good time.
October 19, 2019

Jocelyn Prescott10/19/2019
It had taken over two weeks for the young trolls to reach their destination. They had traveled to the zeppelin and ridden it down into the jungles in the South where Walmi had to drag herself away from. She made a note to return to this jungle some day to explore it further. The journey had been uneventful, well, as uneventful as possible. When they were tired they rested, when they were hungry they ate. Outside of that most of the journey consisted of the two ribbing at each other, with Walmi winning the frequency of insults and Aja'it holding his own with the quality of his comebacks. It was something she realized she missed in the months when they had separated to be left to their own devices. Of course, she had no intention of openly admitting that. As the two began the descent down the mountains the Dark Portal could be seen in the distance. The framework for the portal was massive, but it was nearly dwarfed by what had gathered around its base. The forces gathered there wore tabards of both the alliance and the horde forces, though no battle ensued. The scene piqued her curiosity as it was the first time to see the opposing factions not attempting to slaughter each other. It was also a disappointment. She was ready to pull her golden orbs from the scene to look at Aja'it, but she had been stopped. Through there. The voice had returned, it had been quiet since reuniting with Aja'it, but now that they were closer there it was.
 
 
[10:18 PM]She set her chin and looked down on the scene with more focus as she saw the forces beginning to push themselves through the portal. The forces were large and they seemed to make enough room for both to continue sending troops through simultaneously. "Dere! Let's be goin'!" She didn't hesitate long enough to wait for his response, or to even notice if her companion was following her. Ripper let out a screech and began bounding down the mountain to the flatter ground. He moved at breakneck speed with Walmi tightly gripping the reins in her grasp. She did bring him to a stop once they reached the Horde encampment, and she paused for a moment to survey what was happening. Time grows short, girl. She took a deep breath, ignoring the voice again as she turned in the saddle to look for Aja'it and his bear.
October 20, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it found himself falling into a comfortable rhythm with Walmi. Their bickering was more playful than anything and it was familiar. He found her change in personality rather pleasing. Her temperament was still there but she was calmer, more calculating. He would be lying to himself if he didn't find that a bit attractive. On any other female but her. She was still a witch. As they passed through the jungle he nearly had to drag her along. His own experience there had been long and dangerous and he had no interest in remaining. When they eventually crested the ridge he was in as much a rush of excitement as she was. His bear bellowed after his new found companion and started to rumble down the path, his armor rattling as he went. Unfortunately the raptor was simply too fast for her to keep stride and when they finally met back up at the bottom of the hill he gave the scaly beast a friendly swipe of the paw. They had developed a strange relationship. Aja'it looked at the portal. It was even bigger than he thought and the swirling energies that shimmered and dimmed showed red behind it but he wasn't sure it was a land beyond or simply the blasted barren rock of the Blasted Lands. He mmed thoughtfully, his more cautious nature slippin in as he considered what they were about to do. He turned to Walmi and grinned at her with his now more savage and ruthless smile. "We be here, why ya be stoppin?"(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She snorted at him, “Makin’ sure ya don’ be runnin’ da ot’er way.” She cackled and turned back to the portal, motion to it with a hand, “Look at dis!” She was in awe of the sheer size of the structure. There was noise all around them from rattling armor and troops bellowing as they charged the portal, she seemed not to notice any of that as her concentration was on the moment. Ripper flopped his tail against the hindquarters of the bear playfully, more playfully and affectionate than he ever was with Walmi. He raised his head and opened his jaws to let out a screech, the sound brought his rider back to the moment and she grinned, “Den let’s be goin’!” Ripper charged into the crowd, pushing and shoving his way toward the portal. Walmi didn’t even seem to notice the mesh of horde and alliance, or at least she made no mention of it. She had a destination to get to, and she assumed Aja’it would be right behind her. Once they crossed into the new land the image was very different. There were bodies all over the stairs of destiny. Both alive and dead, both demons and Azerothian. There seemed to be camps set up on opposite sides of the portal’s frame. The battle though continued, it seemed whatever conflict arose at the gateway had been pushed farther up the road. Had they arrived a few hours earlier they may have crossed right into the fray. She took a moment to scan the horizon, to take in the red, dry soil with very few structures littering the landscape in the distance. The mountains seemed to frame the vast lands of Hellfire Peninsula. I suffer. Travel west with haste. Walmi gripped Ripper’s reins and moved him up the road, he lowered his head as he entered a full run, heading for the ensuing battle ahead. She needed to get past it and if cutting through these beasts were the only way to do it, then so be it.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it hardly had time to react. Between her head long charge through the portal and the second into battle he had to push aside his sudden unease and the nausea that rose up from the portal travel. Rahjin wobbled slightly but took off after his new friend, Aja'it drawing his axe. The clog of bodies and demons would have slowed Ripper enough for the other two to catch up. "Woman ya be mad!" He bellowed while taking the head off some strange demon creature that he didn't have time to inspect. The Pitlord in command was up ahead and if the two were not careful they would get crushed or slammed with the spear. "To da side, go around woman!" He actually felt worried that he would have to carry her body off the field. For a split second anyway. Then he remembered that she poisoned him and he wasn't so sure it was a bad thing. He hadn't forgotten her recklessness but now it seemed even worse.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
As she reached the scene of the skirmish, Walmi rolled from the saddle and landed on her feet with her blades drawn. She wasted no time in moving into the fray with Ripper not far behind. The raptor let out a screech as he lunged forward, feet raised, and his talons cut into a fel orc. As the adversary recoiled from the strike, Walmi was behind him and quickly pushed a blade into his side, working it between the lighter armor he wore. As that body fell, she moved onto the next, and the next. She was quick, quicker than when they were in the Barrens. Her combat experience was on display, though her style seemed unorthodox. Most of her defense was centered around avoidance more than relying on armor to save her. And it didn't when a heavy club caught her in the side and sent her to the ground. Almost as soon as she hit the ground from the force, her form seemed to vanish from sight and she appeared behind her attacker, driving those blades into demonic flesh with a roar. Through the fight she was able to work her way back to Aja'it, standing behind him with her back facing him she turned her head enough to yell out to him, "Fallin' behind, boy." She let out a loud cackle before disappearing amidst the fray once more. Her blades took on a glow as the gems heated up the metal to liquify the poison that remained in those channels. Her strike didn't always bring down a foe, but they created a wound and she let the poison do the rest. Weakening the target enough to give her allies the advantage. Which appeared to be happening, the Horde and Alliance seemed to be pushing the Legion forces back, farther along the road. Though the demon lord did not seem the least bit concerned. Perhaps it was pride, or the knowledge that a few portals could replace the troops that were falling before him.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it grinned at her, his face and tusks splattered with blood, no doubt from something he had impaled through the neck. He was off his own mount as well, the huge bear ripping apart anyone that got too close to Aja'it's exposed flank. The two worked seamlessly together. "Ya be headin inta dangerous waters. When ya get yaself stuck I be havin da strength ta rescue ya." He laughed knowing that this would only make her angry even though he considered it to be true. He had for the most part forgiven her and was glad to have something close to a friend. Something he didn't want to lose. When she split away to move on again he followed, taking down what she left behind and leading a slower march through the waves, a cluster of soldiers behind him pressing the advantage. It seems that more had been able to join them from the other side of the portal and spear head groups had formed all along the front line. He always stayed close to Walmi, matching her kills though he did not escape scratch free. When she had gone down before coming over to him he had been distracted by her wounding and caught a felguard's blade to the ribs which would leave a nasty wound and bruising but he paid it back in kind by lodging the axe deep into the felguard's body, cleaving it from shoulder to ribcage in a spray of demon blood.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She continued on her path of death, cutting her way through. At one point she had to dart to the side quickly, a blade finding the space where she stood just moment's before. She stabbed one of her daggers into the felguard and used her now freed hand to hook her fingers under his shoulder armor. As she vaulted over him, the weight caused him to turn and expose its back to Aja'it. She retrieved her blade as her companion's axe found its mark.
[9:45 AM]These demons, though many, did not seem to be able to match her speed, or perhaps that was by design as they were the lowest ranking of the Legion's army. She paused for a second, holding her blades at her side, demon blood dripping from them. The demon lord was closer, and while he saw her as insignificant and paid her little attention, he was the center of hers. Her breath was heavy as she stood there for a brief moment, the sounds of the battle seemed to quiet around her as she was distracted in the moment. She had little confidence that she could hold her own against such a foe, but that never stopped her before.
[9:45 AM]A twisted grin found its way onto her lips and she felt her legs tighten as she prepared to make the sprint for it. Not yet. That one will not fall. Just before she moved the voice had returned, and she didn't like what it had to say. She snorted and she spat, but heeded the warning. In her frustration, she turned back to creating the carnage on the lower demons. Letting the main force coming up behind them over take their position and move for the demon lord. She was not pleased, and felt as if she were just robbed as they engaged the monster. The whole battle seemed to be over so quickly, or perhaps it had to do with how time passed during such an event. Her muscles burned both from the exertion and the adrenaline that came with battle. The main force was able to push the demon lord back, until he vanished into a portal and the noise began to calm at the retreat of the legion's army. She stood amidst the carnage, covered in the blood of demons and non-demons. Her side burned from the club that caught her off guard, she had some minor nicks and cuts, but nothing life threatening. Her nostrils flared as she looked for Aja'it, taking in the stench of war. "Dat...Ya be good, boy." She breathed heavily, the sounds of the main force ending whatever demons had been left behind once the portal closed. Ripper clomped his way over, letting out another screech of victory as he often did.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it ripped the cloth belt from a demon and used it to clean his blade off, at least in part. He left he blood on his skin though and his tusks were bright with dripping blood. It seemed that one of he new combat moves was to ram his tusks into the exposed flesh of his enemies. Rhajin came up to his companion, his fur bloodied, and sat with a plop, his armor rattling as he did. He eyed her for a moment before he smirked at her. "Why, a real compliment? Does a filthy lowly forest troll meet up with da standards of ya majasty?" He chuckled but his expression softened a touch, "Ain't too bad yaself, woman." He moved over to her and without warning reached out to inspect the spot where she had been struck. He pressed into the newly made wound with a bit of force, apparently assuming that she could take the pain. "We best be bindin ya up before ya crack somethin further." His fingers were rough against her but he never pressed so far as to hurt her. "Bet der be a camp where we can get some wrappins an some answeres on a forward base ta be gitten to for supplies an da like."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She smirked at his response to her compliment and grumbled, “Said good, not great. Don’ be gettin’ too excited, eh?” She glanced over at Rhajin as he plopped and shook her head. The bear didn’t have a single scale on him. “Wha-“ her words were cut short by a wince at his touching and she quickly swatted his hand away, “Dere must be a camp. Least Dere will be soon.” She took a quick look over the fallen and what seemed like the alliance and the horde soldiers gathering themselves. “We can be doin’ dat bindin’ soon. Need ta be movin’, now.” She shook her head and stepped away from him to Ripper and didn’t delay in climbing into his saddle with a grunt. “Stayin’ here an’ dey be addin’ us ta dere ranks for sure.” While she had every intention of assisting the horde in this foreign land, she had another goal to meet first. “We can be makin’ our own camp before dey get around ta dere’s. C’mon.” She turned Ripper and started off to the west, moving through the distracted forces and farther up the road. She didn’t know exactly where she needed to go, but she knew whatever it was lied in that direction. She was confident the loa would guide her soon enough.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He didn't seem bothered by her brush off of his attention to her wound and moved back to his companion. He gave the beast a quick once-over and discovered the inside of his mouth was pretty torn up and a sore spot on his flank but he seem d fine. He mounted up and started his way to follow her. "Ah ya probably right about dat. An we still gotta be looking out for ya. Wouldn't be goin so well for anyone dat try an take ya." He chuckled and moved up beside her. Rhajin rumbling as he picked his way over corpses to avoid sharp blades or spikes. Now that the battle had been finished for the moment he had a chance to look around. The lifeless red Rock of Helfire and the alien sky made him feel uneasy. He was suddenly aware of the taste in the air and the feeling of exposure. He tumbled in his chest as a warning of sorts though there was no one to warn. "Dis place be feelin familiar." He said, mostly just to say it like it might make him feel better. It was like a half remembered dream.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She smirked at his words, but took them as a compliment, at least in her twisted mind. "Dat be true." She chuckled and moved Ripper away, remaining otherwise quiet as if her mind was suddenly occupied elsewhere. So this was the new world she had heard about. It didn't seem exactly pleasant, though she was encouraged that it was warm enough. Her jungle blood was not a fan of the cold. His mumblings brought her back to the moment and she glanced over in his direction, "Familiar? Dat makes no sense. T'inkin' ya mighta caught one or two on your brain back dere." She made a fist and tapped her head a few times to illustrate what she was trying to say. "Dis be a whole new land for explorin'. An'.." She paused for a moment as if she was unsure if she should tell him more though, she decided this was not the place, "We be needin' ta find a place fer a camp. Don' be knowin' when night be comin' here, but we best be ready fer dat, eh ?" She made a sound deep in her throat and Ripper increased his pace. She had to decided in their own camp would be a better place to have such a conversation regarding the voice in her head. He would need to know, otherwise if he found out he would throw a tantrum like the time she poisoned him. He was so sensitive sometimes, or at least he used to be. She reached a hand back to rest it against her side, she winced and she pressed her fingertips in as deep as her flesh would allow. It seemed to be a contusion, but it didn't feel like the error had cost her a broken rib, which was reassuring.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it just shrugged at her. Yes this was a new land but it felt familiar. Something he had seenm the red land barren of life stretching out before him. It was strange and he couldn't put a finger on it. Either way she was right about camp. They would need to find a shallow cave or rock outcropping. No trees to hide in here. Perhaps that's what made him uneasy, being exposed to the open sky with no natural resources to take cover in. His musings were distracted as he noticed her hand go to her injury. His brow furrowed deeply, "Quit ya fussin. I be takin a look at dat soon an I don't need it aby worse with ya pokin at it." He grumbled and shook his head, going back to scanning the barren dirt. In the distance he saw a line of jagged hills and stones. Silently he turned Rhajin that way assuming there would be a small cave for them to rest in, even if it was shallow it would be better than being out in the open and his consern for Walmi was growing to the point that he felt the need to do something. Which was strange.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She mad a displeased sound at his scolding, but lowered her hand back to reins. She followed the direction he was leading Rhajin, though she did look over her shoulder in the direction they were originally traveling. They would still need to cross that was, she knew. As she turned back to look in the direction they were headed she caught a glimpse of Aja’it. It was an interesting thing, she thought. They separated on bad terms, yet today he didn’t delay when following her into that fight. He used to be far more cautious and complain about such things. It was a strange new behavior, but it was reassuring. Walmi did wonder why she charged in, herself, she wasn’t sure if it was a natural reaction from her time in the Horde or if it was merely because that skirmish was blocking the way of where she felt she needed to go. Her brow furrowed as she attempted to consider it deeply but decided she would figure it out later. There were too many other things to think about now. She settled into her saddle for the ride, taking a moment to brush a hand against Ripper’s neck as they moved, “How many demons ya tink dere be?” She made a thoughtful sound but didn’t give him a chance to answer, “An old orc told me dey never stop comin’.” She shrugged her shoulders at that thought, surely no force could be so infinite. That was laughable, and probably just the ramblings of a soldier who had seen too many battles.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He shrugged as well but only on one side as the gash he had gotten still stung a good deal. "It could be like da scourge. Dey be comin an ain't no stopin Dem. Not even da Amani an all der power could be slowing Dem down. It be hard ta say but dey be dead eventually. Dat be all day matters." He became quiet for a moment as he looked around the rocks they now found themselves around. After a moment of looking he dismounted and found a small crag opening that was just big enough to get Rhajin through with his fat behind. The opening was well hidden and he felt secure that they would not be discovered. At least for a night. He went in with a dagger at the ready. It would be a tight fit for all four of them but that didn't seem to bother him. Once he knew it was clear he stuck his head outside and said, "Come on den, it be dark but dry an quiet." Once she joined him in there she would have found that it was a thin crack more than a cave with a stone covering the open top. It was a bit wider at the back where the two animals could rest for the... Well he assumed night. There seemed to be no sun or moon in this part of the broken world. "So long as dis chunka rock don't break off an start floating we should be safe. Best take a look at ya wound now though."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
“Tch. Now da scourge? Ya be sayin’ dat ‘bout everyt’in. Not long before ya said da same ‘bout dem dwarves.” She chuckled lightly, enjoying ribbing at him, but also accepting that what he said was most likely true. As she waited for him to inspect this cave, she slid down to the ground and peered at the entrance behind him. If it were empty it would provide enough shelter from the elements, whatever they were on this alien land, plus it would provide them some privacy for conversation. That was also necessary. Once he gave the clear she made her way inside with Ripper just behind. She was able to shift to the side and let the raptor pass. When he reached the back of the cave he settled down with a flop, his tail swaying absently as he looked at the others with a dull gaze. To be fair, most of his attention was on the opening, waiting for some threat to emerge there. Walmi shook her head at her paranoid raptor and settled down herself, resting on her knees. “Ya be lookin’ at dis wound den.” She lifted one side of her leather jerken to bare the affected area. Her other hand moved to draw a dagger and hold it in her hand opposite him, “Be sure dem nasty hands don’ be goin’ anywhere else. Or ya be missin’ one.” She nodded to his new arm, “Ya remember what dat be like, eh?” There was a fire in her gaze as she looked at him. She was being honest in the moment, it was enough of a compromise to let a disgusting tree troll touch her, she had to make it clear that it was for the sake of caring for a wound. Males often got strange ideas during moments like this, and she was having none of it here.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He snorted at her as Rhajin moved his way in and found a comfortable bit of ground to sit on. The cave soon was warm with the four bodies inside but it seemed to balance out with the strange emptiness of the outside world. Aja'it wouldn't even complain about the heat they created. It was dark though. The enchantments on his blade and inside his war drums gave a soft light to see by but nothing overly bright. "Ya can be puttin dat away Woman. Ol Aja'it ain't be interested in ya body like dat. If I were ya woulda been had already." He grinned at her as he knelt down, half expecting to be stabbed right then and there. He was gentle, perhaps surprisingly so, as he inspected the area a second time. Feeling the slightly swollen flesh. He was close enough that his breathing could be felt on her shoulder and neck. He made a thoughtful sound as he worked mostly by feel, his fingers reaching near her belly and all the way back towards her spine. He took his hand away and pulled a small vial from the collection of things hanging from his chest-guard. When he opened the small bottle the area was almost instantly filled with the fragrant smells of the jungle. An odd choice considering everything. He set a few drops on one finger and then spread the cold liquid over her bruised flesh. Any pain she felt would fade extremely quickly. He worked the liquid into her skin gently and for some time, perhaps slightly longer than necessary. It wasn't that he wanted to continue touching her soft, slightly fuzzy skin. It was simply to make sure the mojo he used would be properly restorative for her. "Ya best be sleepin on ya otha side."
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
“Den ol’ Aja’it be da first.” A scowl adorned her features, especially now, and just what was so wrong with her? She snorted, he must have been saying something of that nature just to ease her suspicions. Her dagger remained out. “Ya be savin’ some of dat ego fer da baker.” She shook her head at him, but remained tense. She her flesh tightened at his initial touch, this in turn caused her to wince. Damn troll didn’t know what gentle meant. The smell of the concoction hit her senses and she was relieved. It was a familiar aroma and it brought with it a sense of comfort. The smell of the jungle in this other world was enough for her to put her guard down. She felt his touch, which was surprisingly firm yet gentle as he applied the liquid to her bruised flesh. There was a warmth emanating from his fingers, and his lips as he breathed on her. It wasn’t until she let out a quiet pleased sound that she came back to her senses. “I be sleepin’ how I want.” She swatted at his hand, though it had already been removed. “Dere be o’ter tings ta be t’inkin’ on.” She lowered her armor once more and replaced her dagger to its scabbard. She scurried to find a place next to Ripper, and she sat with her back resting against him. He didn’t seem to mind, or show much interest at all. “Da ground rules.” She motioned to the area away from her current position, “Ya keep ya over dere.” She rolled on her hip so she could sit cross legged, “Now dat dis be done. Let’s be talkin’ on dis place.” She clapped one palm against the other, “Da Horde be here ta kill some ancient enemy. Walmi don’ be carin’ too much bout dat.” She shook her head, which sent her tall hair shaking this way and that, “But! Dere be riches an’ power here. An’ I be knowin’ how we get dem!”
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it raised a brow as she swatted and scurried off. Clearly she appreciated the mojo he used to ease her pain but he guessed the feeling of his touch and closeness was too much. He didn't seem wounded by this. Sometime during their separation he seemed to have learned how to take less offence to such things. The ground rules were interesting though. In all their time together before she had never made such a demand. Not even when they shared a small cliffs edge or on the zeplin ride south. He narrowed his eyes at her, only half listening to her words as he tried to puzzle out the sudden change in her posture. It was defensive in a way. After a moment he stood, as much as he could in the small space, and went to stretch but stopped suddenly. The cut on his side was still raw, and open. The movement let the air hit it fully and pain flared over his side. He hid this of course. It would heal by morning, it was just taking a bit of time to start. He silently and in a way he hoped she would not see, cleared a small trickle of blood from the wound before he sat, his back to the wall and his legs stretched before him to the opposite side across the cave entrance. Anyone coming in would need to step on him. "Ya keep on sayin dat. Der be riches an power for ya everywhere ya look Woman." He said this with more of a chuckle than a rebuke. Her excitement on such matters always made him grin. He motioned for her to keep going. "What about dis place be callin ya so?" He watched her intently in the dark. His war drums on Rhajin between them gave enough light to see her features from that small distance, the orangish light playing tricks with her bright hair. It would have made him seem more manacling and hard with his war paint, gore smeared tusks, and orange hair.

Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She watched him carefully as he stood and sat down once again. She was quite aware of the wound but had decided not to draw attention to it. He would heal quickly enough, and he wasn’t in danger of death taking him. Once he settled back down she moved a hand across in front of her, “A loa.” A grin had found its way onto her lips now as she was fighting back her excitement of the unknown. “Just like our land, dis land has dem. An’ dere be one here dat be callin’ out ta me a couple months back.” She sat back, leaning a bit heavier against Ripper as she looked across the small space at her companion. “Dats where da power an’ riches be comin’ in.” She folded her arms in front of her and her golden eyes seem to light up in the dimly lit area.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it felt himself tense. His dealings with the Loa had not always gone over well and the recent trouble with Hakkar the Soulflayer had left a grim and bloody taste in his mouth. HIs own loa had been silent since leaving Kalimdor and even now were quiet to him. More than once he considered it to be a punishment from them for some offence or some such but he would never know. As it was he did not know enough about such a place as this other world to know if there were loa here. He ran a finger down the length of one tusk, leaving a white stripe where the blood had come off and made a thoughtful sound. "De Loa a what? Der be a lota loa out der don't know if I ever be hearing a ones outsidea our world." He eyed her more carefully. "An what be happenin ta ye spider, Shadra?" It was not usual for trolls to change loa without reason. His nine loa were powerful and mighty each in their own way but his worship of them began with specific reason each time.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She raised her shoulders in a half shrug, “I don’ be knowin’ yet. He be callin’ out ta me, but can’t say much.” She looked him over for a long moment, as if studying his features, “He be tellin’ me dat soon. All he could be sayin’ was dat he be bound an’ if we free ‘em. Den he be givin’ us da power, an wit da power come da riches.” That greedy grin was plastered on her lips as if it were suddenly a permanent expression. “Shadra be fine. She be da one advisin’ me ta be followin’ dis loa’s call. She told me in da visions.” She waved a dismissive hand, “An’ J know loa don’ be tellin’ followers ta look fer dem ot’er loa. But dat’s what she be sayin’.” She made a thoughtful sound after there was a brief silence, “Even when we be fightin’ dem demons. He be da one guidin’ me not ta be goin’ fer da lord.” She shook her head again, “Dat be somet’in a loa be doin’, eh? Guiding ya.”
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
Aja'it only made a thoughtful sound. He was unsure, his more cautious nature coming out but then he shrugged. He was here to collect a mountain of demon skulls to lay before Cheiftain Torntusk's feet. The Reventusk tribe would recognize him among their tribe and suddenly a feral grin came over his face for what he planned after that. The look faded after a moment. "He be sayin what bindin him? Der be plenty a bad voodoo in dis place. An where he be, hmm?" Always full of questions. If she was there to free some loa that was her business and he had his. If freeing this loa gave him the recognition he wished then so be it. He made himself a bit more comfortable against the wall. By now Rhajin was snoring a bit loudly where he lay. The war-bear's deep breathing and snoring had become something of a comfort to Aja'it over the time they had spent together. He reached out and rubbed the bear's huge paw with his foot simply to be in contact with him.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She shook her head, “Dey be some magic chains. Dat’s all be said. Bettin’ dere be wards too.” She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out before her, her eyes were drawn to her wiggling toes for a moment, “So far, he be sayin’ come t’ru da portal an’ head west. Bet he be sayin’ more soon. I been hearin’ more from him da closer we get.” She raised her eyes to his face and was quite happy to hear he had no real protest over her goal. She had expected him to be dead set against toying with some foreign. Loa, which was why she waited until they were here to explain things to him. He would be less apt to run off after coming so far, especially since this would be a way to prove himself to the forest trolls. “He did be sayin’ dere be orcs guardian’ him, but different den da orcs we be knowin’ somehow. Dat part I didn’t be understandin’.” She rolled her eyes, there was a great deal she didn’t understand about the whole situation, but she was compelled to discover it all. The temptation was far too great for her to ignore, as usual.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He simply shrugged. "We be findin out. Might just be some fel-orcs like da red ones at da gate." He was wary of the unknown loa and the unknown threats around it but he was in no real mind to protest. Not with so little information anyway. "We head west... least so long as da ground be stayin under our feet. Mark my words if I end up on a floatin' rock in da middle a da air ya be killin me. I ain't wantin ta be floatin away ta loa know where." He stretched out a bit more, apparently getting comfortable for the night. he was quiet for a while as he looked at the nether torn sky outside the cave. After a moment he said, "Do ya miss da Darkspear? All da people ya were friends wit, all da guys an da elders?" He asked out of real curiosity and the tone was open. He had asked a few odd questions like this in the two weeks they had been traveling. Asking about odd things like her home, food she found she liked since being away from the tribe, even about posions she had learned. None of them really had any context or thought behind them. Or so it seemed.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She chuckled lightly at him and shook her head, "Ya be worryin' too much 'bout dis floatin' rock. We be fine." That may have been true, it was most likely not true, but she wasn't looking forward to his paranoia of the earth breaking away under their feet for the rest of the trip. He used to have a habit of zeroing in on something and complaining about it at every opportunity. "If ya be floatin' on a rock, I'll be killin' ya an' robbin' ya. Ya can be trustin' in dat." She grinned over at him, surely joking, or was she? Doubtful. Even still, the remark was meant for the sake of humor. Once her laughter stopped she rested her head back and let her eyes fall closed for a moment to relax, something that had not come easy for her for some time now. It seemed to be a much easier thing to do over the past couple weeks, that was peculiar. "Hm?" She opened one eye to look at him, "Do I be missin' it? I don't be t'inkin' 'bout it too much." She closed her eye again as she continued, "I t'ink I miss dat time we was in da Barrens more den da tribe. Dat was excitin'." she chuckled loudly at that, it may not have been as enjoyable for the one to lose an arm, however. "I be missin' some t'ings bout da Darkspear t'ough." She sat up and opened her eyes to look at him, she leaned forward slightly to study him a bit closer, "Ya been askin' dese questions a lot. Dere somet'in ya need ta be sayin'?" She tilted her head to one side curiously, "Da Darkspear still be dere. Well, not dere....Dey be around." She nodded quickly, as if the nod somehow made the statement more true. Though, she wasn't entirely certain where the rest of the tribe had ventured off to, she did have confidence that the tribe existed. It had to, and she refused to believe otherwise for her own sanity.
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He simply shrugged again and looked back out to the shifting sky. He still seemed perfectly at ease. He had gotten much better about hiding his emotions around others these last months it seemed. "Just be curious. Strange I guess. We grew up side by side more or less, always knew what the other was doin or where they be. At least most of da time. Wit us bein apart so long..." He trailed off and turned his eyes back to her. "Just be feelin like I am re-learnin who you be." He grinned at her with a light chuckle, "Ya be surprisin me a few times an if we be partners it be right ta know ya as best I can ta best be workin wit ya, not against ya." He shrugged agian. in reality he was a bit owrried she would read too much into his questions. She might think he was interested for other reasons instead of just the idea of being good hunting partners persay. He didn't have any other intentions at all with her. Nasty jungle trolls. "Buttin heads always be in our nature I think but dat be parta da fun, no?" He scratched at his open wound.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She watched him as he spoke, curious about his words. "Don' be t'inkin' ya need ta relearn ol' Walmi. Stilll da same ol' Walmi." She chuckled in an attempt to ease his mind. It seemed as though he had taken some care in building layers to keep his true reasons for asking such questions hidden, and she had no reason to dig any deeper. He was here. They could free the loa, and move onto the next thing that crossed their path. Or her path, really. She still had a golden city to locate, and she had hopes this would point her in that direction. Even still, his mention of relearning her was interesting, she didn't feel as though she were any different, but deep down there had been things different about her. She was far more calculating than before, and while still impulsive she was able to keep it in check far better than in the past. "Well, t'ink about what I'm dealin' wit. Ya used ta be shorter den ya are now." She rolled her eyes at him, though a smirk found its way onto her lips to show the remark was made in jest. "Dat be a big part of da fun, I'm t'inkin'." She chuckled and leaned back heavier against Ripper and made a content sigh, as if this moment of comfort was something she hadn't had in some time. "Don' be pickin' at dat." She shifted a bit as she settled in, "Ya be makin' it worse, den I gotta start cuttin' t'ings off ya ta stop da infection."
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He chuckled and settled in himself a bit more. "Ya know ya be likin da men dat be taller. Ya get a proper look of a man dat way." He smirked and closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest to avoid picking at the wound. After a moment of silence he added, "Ya turned out nice as well." He took her comments on his height as a compliment so it seemed right he gave her one too but he wasn't sure what specifically to compliment. It was a bit of an awkward transition. He became quiet again, the sounds of Rhajin snoring eased him but he didn't feel as tired as he should. Simply relaxed. He actually wanted to keep talking. "Ya know, I been thinkin, when we get back home, we be marchin up ta da Reventusk, we need ta be tossin sometin at me brothar's feet. Sometin fittin an ta put him ta shame." He tucked the lionfur cloak around him, draping it over his lap. "Ya got da best eye for dat sorta flashy ting. Got any ideas?"
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
"Be likin' da men dat ain't broke." She didn't comment on his compliment of her, but a smile did find its way onto her lips. Of course she turned out nice, his remark from earlier was simply a ploy. That made her feel much better about herself, she knew she was attractive. She shifted a bit, making sure to turn enough so that she wasn't putting any weight on her injured side. Not because he told her not to, it was just more comfortable this way. "A poison bomb." She didn't smile, and there was no inflection in his voice to show she was joking. "Why ya be so bent on puttin' dat boy ta shame? He's dere an' yer here in some new place. Dat should be enough for ya." Well, it wouldn't have been enough if their places were exchanged. She would've found the best way to put him to shame, enough to embarrass him to where it was nearly painful to remain among the tribe. "Walmi be keepin' an eye out for somet'in. Somet'in good." She thought about it for a few moments and considered where they were and realized she knew very little of this land and its inhabitants, "Maybe we find da new black lion for ya. Den use dat. Don' know what be bigger den dat, but I be tinkin' we find somet'in out here. Jus' promise ya be lettin' ol' Walmi be dere when ya do it. I be lookin' forward ta seein' his face."
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He snorted, clearly there was some deep hate in him for his kin. He shifted in his sudden anger and scratched at his side, leaving another trickle of blood to slip down his exposed side. "He be a coward an a moron. Never shoulda known he was my blood." He snorted again and this time Rhajin woke up. The bear made a grumbling sound and shifted to go lay closed to his master's feet. Aja'it calmed a little. "He be da biggest speaker against my arrival. Be thinkin he de only one worthy or sometin like dat." "He be a thorn in my side an it be sweet ta see im brought low." He looked to Walmi with a feral grin, "An ya be there ta see it. I be knowin dat much ta be sure. Figure we in dis for a lot longer den what it be taken ta get ya spirit freed. We be seein what happenin though." There was a certainty in his tone about where he stood in the future. Perhaps he intended not to go back to his people after all.

Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She made a thoughtful sound as she listened to him. It was an odd sight when she sought him out, she didn’t expect to see him living in such a manner with his birth tribe. The tribe he couldn’t stop talking about all through their child hood. She kept her eyes closed as she spoke, finding herself in a relaxed state, “Why don’ ya jus’ be killin’ ‘em?” She always had the most aggressive of answers to problems, it seemed. Family or not, he was within his means to do so. If it was against tribal law, things could be made to look accidental. She had changed her mind and no longer wanted to discuss his brother, she quickly sat up and looked at him, “We be seein’ how long did partna ting be lastin’. Ya know I be likin’ workin’ witout rules. It’s part a why I left da Horde in da first place.” She shook her head and scowled at him. He was being presumptuous, she had never said she wanted him around any longer than she needed him. There was a part of her that knew she preferred having him nearby than not, but she was ignoring that part in the moment. “An’ if ya be needin’ Walmi ya solve dis ting wit ya bruddah. Jus’ be sayin’ it.” She lowered a hand to pat one of the blades at her side, “It be one of her specialties now.” And she moved back to discussing his brother, finding that discussing the length of their time together was not a comfortable one for her. She had initially planned on using him to free this loa and move on with her life. Now that he was back with her, it reminded her of something she had been missing during their time apart. That also bothered her. She didn’t need anyone, especially some tree troll.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/20/2019
He let a bit of coolness enter his grin, turning it into a sneer once more as he shot her a look, "I think I can be handlin dat plank a wood myself. If I wanted him dead he would be. Ya should be knowin dat about me at least." Her comments about seeing how far they would last put a bitter taste in his mouth His thoughts of staying closer to her had been unidirectional for the most part. A want driven by the way they had bonded since coming back together and how happy it had made him in the short time compared with his life at the village. He hadn't realized how much he assumed they would just continue after all of this until she shot him down. He settled down once again and closed his eyes, all traces of anger or irritation were gone. His voice returned back to even. "An ya right, we likely won' be runnin round tagether after ya get what ya want. It be your way an I be goin mine." He shrugged lightly. "Either way, da point be standin. Best ta know who ya be runnin wit ta protect dem an yaself. I ain't forgettin when ya poisoned me ya know." He chuckled to himself and shifted his tattooed arm.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/20/2019
She smirked at his mention of killing his brother, “Dat be true.” Her brow furrowed as if he just stole something from her. She would have been more than happy to take care of that, maybe lead him far away from the village...she had this little mental exercise that she performed when meeting someone. She would plot the best way to kill them without others knowing. It was something she learned under her teacher at the cleft of shadow. It was not only good for keeping her mind sharp, it was also enjoyable for her to put those strategies together in her head. They could travel together after this was finished, she thought. There was little to stop them of doing so, to stop her from dragging him along to each new venture that popped into her mind. It seemed rather early to make such commitments, partners or not. One other thing that had returned to her mind was how quickly he turned on her in the Barrens when she sought only to protect him from the vision Shadra gave her. She still considered him ungrateful for that, but she had tucked any feelings of resentment away. For now, anyway.
[10:26 PM]She let out a chuckle at his mention of being poison, “Still be sayin’ dat be a clever move. Dat cat didn’t know what hit ‘em.” She sighed, it may have had a sound of content in it as she thought back to those days. Life was fairly simple for her the , training, making fun of Aja’it. She had very few restrictions to be concerned with she felt more free then than she did now. “Walmi also be rememberin’ dat time ya almost ruined me gettin’ dat bracelet too.” She chuckled as she reminisced how they worked that poor orc in Razor Hill. Though the bracelet was short lived as she grew tired of it quickly. That thought made her eyes drift over to Aja’it for a moment. She shook some thoughts from her mind and reached a hand up to flick one of the gold hoops hanging from her ears, it was one she had when they killed the black lion. She hadn’t grown bored with that, perhaps there was hope for her yet.
October 21, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/21/2019
He opened one eye and smiled at her. "Ya be sayin it be clever but it woulda been more clever ta tell me. It be one thing ta surprise a man wit potion, it be another ta explain da matter." He shrugged. To him there was a difference but he knew that she probably didn't. "As for dat bracelet ya gotta be knowin I was helpin ya. Nothin makes a man more distracted than when he feels like he be defendin a chance at a woman." He chuckled and closed his eye again. "Ya just take my word for it, I was helpin ya. Besides da trinket ya got from him didn't last a week so der was no harm in all dat." He traced the lines of the tattoo under his wrist guard with a finger for a moment in thought. What he said was true on both counts for him. He would have agreed to the poison had it been explained. That admission was slightly off putting as he wasn't sure if it was because he trusted her, or trusted his usefulness to her. The part about a man being distracted... well he knew a thing or two about that. He made a thoughtful sound, "Ya had that one eatin outa your palm. An da guard at da bridge." He sucked his teeth in amusement, "Ya be a heartbreaker by nature I think." He smirked over at her, his eyes dancing with amusement.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/21/2019
She rolled her eyes as she listened to him go on about that poison again. “I know, an’ I probably be tellin’ ya next time.” She had to cast a smirk in his direction, “but ya still be here. Ya arm grew back, lookin’ stronger.” She had no remorse for what she had done to him, while he wanted her to tell him before hand she wasn’t confident at the time that he would’ve agreed. Had he refused, it may have cost his life. She wasn’t about to risk that, not with her blades on the line. She took the rest of what he said as a compliment. She did have a way with males, and she was aware of it. “Don’ be blamin’ Walmi for da way males be actin’.” She chuckled lightly at him, “Dey like talkin’ wit me an’ before long dey be friendly enough ya give what I be wantin’.” A grin moved over her lips as she quite enjoyed that aspect, as well as the attention that went along with it. “Be soundin’ like ya jealous.” She shook her head, amused by that thought, “but dat be in da past. Doubt dem tactics be doin’ much good out here, eh?” It was an interesting thought. She wouldn’t be able to talk her way through anything when it came to the demons. They cared little for such things, their focus was their goal. It was admirable that they could be so singled minded. Thinking only of their goal and little else. It also sounded familiar.
 Arravien Anderton10/21/2019
He shifted a little so that he faced her more fully while still blocking the entrance. He gave her a long appraising look and then tilted his head slightly to the side. He grinned playfully, "Mmm, ya could be temptin me ta be jealous. Ya got a few good qualities." He let that hang for a few moments but pushed away any thought that came to mind. The were wholly out if the question. "Problem be, Woman, ya wouldn't be likin me as a mate. Forest blood aside ya don't have da attention span ta be wit me. Ya want ta be free ta enjoy yeself and I would jus make ya want ta remain right beside me...or however ya would like ta be." There was a low undertone to his words, a challenge perhaps? He was unaware of it as he spoke. He paused as a howling wind ripped through the land outside their shelter. It moaned and created a high pitched keening through the rocks and he was glad for the small space which remained warm with the four of them in there. He turned his attention back to her. "Dis place be a dead land. Voodoo be bad but da demons and da fel be worse. I be keeping first watch if ya want ta sleep. Don't be looking forward ta demons coming up on us in da night." He gave her a small nod and assumed she would take the open door to rest and get away from the conversation which she usually did. He had a few too many thoughts taking up his head space to sleep anyway.
October 28, 2019
 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
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 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
Orgrimmar was in full lock down. Shaman, druids and priests patrolled the streets and set up camps for those falling ill but now even some of them had started to get sick. The plague that was sweeping through the city had looters and opportunistic vultures of that kind out in mass and Warchief Thrall had ordered the punishment of all such people. Unfortunately the more interaction there was the more it spread and now there were rumors that there were undead in the outlying villages. It was obvious the plague was the root cause and despite the horrid idea that people within the city would soon start turning as well the gates of Orgrimmar remained open as the healers tried desperately to break the sickness. Aja'it had originally answered the call to Orgrimmar for those willing to defend the city from it's own population of looting rats and had ended up staying as news of the undead came to be known. He didn't have anywhere to go and after his work in Northrend with Walmi his face was somewhat known to the Horde military so he was shown a bit of respect. It was late in the evening, twilight almost, as Aja'it made his way around the city on patrol. The fires and torches of the city gave the canyon a blood red glow as he moved about, checking for disruptions in the peace. His companion plodded along with him, grumbling and clearly unhappy with the state of things. Aja couldn't blame the big bear. They were not meant to remain in the city for so long yet they had. He had hoped in vain to catch sight or word of Walmi but at the point he guessed that so long as she did not want to be found by him she wouldn't be. The idea of finding her now was more out of a need to complete the task than any real attachment. He had been a fool to think she could change, that she could be something more than a flighty jungle troll fleeing at any sign of... well anything he was.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/28/2019
When Walmi had reached the city, the ruckus was still in full swing as healers seemed to fill the street moving about as if the end of the world had suddenly arrived. She had been fairly isolated from the goings on, rumors from those on the road were the only source of information she had that there was a plague currently spreading. She had hoped to reach Orgimmar sooner, but Ripper's limp forced her to walk along with him. The raptor seemed to have trouble keeping his gaze in one direction as he was following all of the movement. Walmi placed a hand against his neck in an attempt to calm him, "Dere be some voodoo at work here, eh?" She looked very much like she did on Draenor, the difference being the armor that she wore. It was no longer the so primitive looking as before. This armor was heavier, thicker, it was as if she needed more protection suddenly. She still had her aches and pains, but she was otherwise as fit as usual thanks to the healing practices of the Skyrunner tribe. She stepped forward, farther onto the street with Ripper following beside her, he seemed to be favoring his right leg though he made no sounds of pain for discomfort as he moved. As she watched the chaotic movements a thought crossed her mind. It would be fairly easy for one to help themselves to the goods of the city with such going on. Then she realized that with the ease of it, it was no longer appealing. Such was the way with her. She stretched her arms out, letting the leather of her new armor whine as she moved, "We best be checkin' in, eh, boy?" She chuckled lightly and patted his neck before beginning the trek through city and toward the cleft of shadow. Perhaps there someone could fill her in on the current state of things. As she moved, her golden orbs were busy studying the movement. While the frantic healers attempted to remain calm, she could feel the urgency they were attempting to mask.
 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
Aja'it turned down the same trod path he usually took. Patrolling the city only had so many new patterns you could take. His rout took him around the Valley of Wisdom, down through the cleft and up the other side at the back of the Skytower and from there back around the central messa towards the Valley of Wisdom once more. Rhajin rumbled loudly as they came to the cleft as if letting all the warlocks, poison dealers, item hawkers, and even the mushroom growers know that he was there. Aja'it found the practice amusing though a bit annoying. With them being announced all the time it was hard to catch anyone for a decent beating. Why Thrall let the filth of the Warlocks pollute his tunnels he would never know. Especially after what they witnessed in Outland. Garrosh, though stupid as a pile of kodo dung dropped on a Peon at least saw the folly of keeping cur like them around. He looked around at the sinister purple and green lighting of the cleft with a snort. It always smelled down here. Like something had gone bad in the meat lockers. His black and white war-paint, applied for the dead, made him look just as sinister. If not for the war bear he would have fit in rather nicely as it were. "Come on den mon, de be knowin it be you. We'll go see Elisana. Might be havin some a does candied cati ya be likin, hmm?" He managed a dry chuckle as the huge bear flapped his lips in appreciation.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/28/2019
She made her way down the slope into the familiar dark tunnel. Even the lighting down here she found appealing, there was always such an ominous atmosphere and she appreciated it even more having been away for a time. As she neared the bottom of the slope she made out the figure of a large bear. She found that to be an odd sight in the city. The only one she knew. She froze for a minute as she came to the realization and noticed Aja’it, or what she assumed was him from the distance. It had been a while, and their last goodbye was, well, absent. She quickly gave Ripper a shove to coax him away from the center of the path, which he responded to with a hiss at the sudden pressure on his wounded leg. Walmi hissed back at him in a whisper that was just too loud to be considered such, “Ya be movin’ ya big lizard!” The raptor hissed once more and snapped his large jaws at the woman, clearly he had no intention of moving at this point. Especially after noticing the big furball nearby.
 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
Aja'it looked around at the hissing. Hissing was normal in the cleft. Between the demon summoners speaking their dark language and the general amount of snakes kept by the poisoners it was usual. A raptor hiss though was different. Engrained to his memory since he was a boy the sound of a disgruntled raptor caught his attention for a moment before he shrugged it off and went inside one of the small buildings that had been built in this dark place. He would get his tips from the forsaken woman there and collect the treat for his companion. Raptor hissing was no concern of his. Rhajin however knew that hissing. After traveling for so long in Outland with it the bear recognized a friendly voice better than his master who saw everyone as a threat any more. The grea bear made a happy murring sound and blundered over to the commotion, leaving the possibility of his treat behind. Once he got close enough to mark the scent of the raptor he broke into a charging run right for the pair, his fur on end but he was not bellowing so it was clearly a play charge. Noting the lack of a fuzzy snout at his elbow and the sounds of orcs shouting outside Aja'it turned to poke his head outside the hut just in time to see the massive wall of fur come to a stop and rear up on his back legs to playfully swat at the raptor's head. Aja'it started off at a jog to see what everything was about, drawing his long axe in the process. He was dressed exactly the same as when she would have last seen him.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/28/2019
She narrowed her eyes as she saw the bear bounding in their direction, he was easy enough to recognize. Indeed, Ripper recognized him as he ran up and rear up in front of him. Ripper squatted down for a moment, ignoring the pain, and stretched upwards as much as he could muster letting out a playful roar. Walmi swatted at Ripper's noise and commotion, which was immediately ignored by the beast. She snorted as she looked between the two of them and did the only thing she felt she still had the power to do. She folded her arms in front of her and stared at them both with a scowl. Part of the scowl was meant for the raptor's insolence, the rest was for the amount of noise that would no doubt draw attention. "Ya both be impossible!" She shook her head at the pair, clearly displeased about the entire situation that had seemed to get away from her. "Tch. Be knowin' I should've gotten one of dem wolfs da orcs be ridin'." She blinked as she felt the wide tail crack across her lower back which caused her to stumble. This did little more than to sour her mood even further. The raptor didn't listen, he did as he pleased, and for some unknown reason the troll seemed to allow things she would not allow most people, let alone beasts.
 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
A low and rather icy chuckle drifted over the space. Aja;it had arrived just in time to see the raptor strike at his master. He planted his axe in front of him and leaned on it casually, as if he were perfectly relaxed. he looked like it too. All but the eyes which were cold and fixated on Walmi. "Ya best be tellin Ol' Ripper ta get in line. I be first on da list ta give ya a good swat though the axe be hurtin a lot more den ddat tail." He knew he wouldn't just attack her. She had left him and his small hope of a dream that she might just stick around and he could have a solid traveling companions. It wasn't like she poisoned him... well she at least hadn't stabbed him in the back. Yet. Rhajin landed heavily on his four paws and gave Walmi a good sniff, his wet nose touching her exposed neck as he got a good sniff. He then licked her across the cheek before lumbering away to nose at Ripper's wound lightly, making murring and chuffing sounds of distress as he did.

Jocelyn Prescott10/28/2019
She figured it was a matter of time before Aja'it came to investigate. She would forever blame this on Ripper and his obnoxious behavior. Males. Her train of thought was broken by the large tongue that seemed to cover her entire face at once. She made an over-exaggerated sound as she quickly moved to wipe her face off, "Blech. Keep ya tongue in dat mouth." She didn't seem half as offended as she was pretending to be, well, at least this time. She had been more than quite offended the first or second time the bear had done such a thing. She did pat at the large animal's head, but it was short lived as he moved to inspect Ripper, who turned his body slightly in an attempt to keep the injured leg opposite the bear. "Dat line be longer den ya be tinkin'." She snorted and glanced over to Aja'it, finally, she had avoided looking at him for as long as she could've. "Hear da line starts in Ratchet." She couldn't keep the smirk from her lips, having missed the constant ribbing. The tribe...well, they weren't nearly as fun in that respect. She let her eyes move over him as she fell quiet for a moment, as if she hadn't seem him in years and wanted to record his image to memory, though in truth, he looked the same way she left him. Yes. She left him. She hadn't considered running into him so soon in such a large world as Azeroth, but there he was. "See ya ain't dead yet, boy." She rolled her neck so she could turn her attention back to their companions.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
He grinned. "Not yet. Bwonsomdi be takin me in time but not yet. He got ta wait for dis troll." He rolled his shoulders and leaned back a moment. He was studying her too. She looked well enough though her thicker armor and general flighty nature seemed to indicate something happening to her while they were apart. Good. He snorted faintly. Her vibrant hair was made even more colorful by the lighting of the cleft and he knew that if he got just a bit closer he would be able to see the light glowing in the soft fuzz that grew on her skin. He pushed away the thought. He was supposed to be mad at her. "Guessin ya didn't want ta be seein me again. Not afta we made plans ta stick tagetha an watch one another's backs an ya ditched me in dat crowded push through da gate. What was it? Gold on da finger a some goblin? A pale skinned blood elfy whisper in ya ear while ya were in heat?" His original teasting turned outright nasty the more he spoke. She knew more than anyone his hatred of the blasted elves. From their magic to their names to their city to their ghastly dress he hated them and he hated the Horde for allowing them a place. Putting her with one of them was just hurtful. To him anyway it was meant as such.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/28/2019
She decided to keep her back to him, at least for a few more moments. “We made plans ya be bein’ partners. Never said dat was fer life, did we?” She snorted, “maybe dat’s what ya had in dat t’ick head of yers, not what I was agreein’ wit.” It was good she kept her back to him, as he wouldn’t have noticed her narrow her eyes at the mention of why she left. She had her reasons and she didn’t have to answer to some disgusting forest troll. “Eidder way. I be here now.” She raised her arm, opposite him to motion up the tunnel, “What all dis about? Dat plague still?” She knew there was a plague, she heard rumors about the victims of it rising up in undeath. Beyond that she knew very little. “Don’ be knowin’ much bout what’s goin’ on. Been busy.” The thought of why she had been busy quickly rushed through her mind. Damn kaldorei. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks both out of the embarrassment of failure, and anger that came from it.
 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
He snorted. "If ya had been travelin wit da Horde scouts ya woulda been hearin about it. Where've ya been hidin?" He knew that he should have been stalking off to go about his buisness. Her words struck a nerve. She was right, they never agreed to a time for their traveling but in the last days just before she dropped him like a hot stone he had felt a genuine draw. Of course now looking back he assumed it was because she was the only thing worth looking at in the husk of Outland. From behind or talking down at her from his height. Here, back among trolls she lost her appeal. "Da plague be comin from food it be thought. Der be da mindless dead in da outer villages though we don't be knowin what da real cause be." He lowered his voice, slipping back into the old habit of talking to her like she was a friend, "Der be talk dat da healers no longer be able ta cleanse da sickness. It keeps changin on dem." He glanced over to Ripper and Rahjin as they interacted. The two seemed to have gotten their introductions out of the way and now were sitting and watching the two trolls speak. Ripper seemed larger than he used to be or maybe that was Rhajin's diet.
 Jocelyn Prescott10/28/2019
“In da south. Huntin’ a mark.” It was all she really had to say about the matter. She considered it best to keep to herself, he didn’t need to know nor did he have any business knowing of her failures. “Food?” She nearly cursed out loud. If it were coming from food it was a genius idea. One she should have thought of and been given credit for. She finally turned to face him, leaning most of her weight onto one leg, “Den what dey be doin?” Her brow furrowed at the thought, of the healers were unable to cure this plague, what were they running around about? “No one be knowin’ how ya fix dis?” She shook her head slowly, “Don’ be knowin’ where it comes from an’ Don’ be knowin’ who started it?” She snorted loudly, there was a frustration to it, “What ya be doin’? Wanderin’ around hopin’ ya find a cure?” She eyed him suspiciously for a moment, just what was he doing in Orgimmar anyway?
 Arravien Anderton10/28/2019
He sucked his teeth and leaned his axe against his shoulder and with his free hand motioned to himself, "I be lookin like a healer to you? I only be knowin three cures an dis sickness won' be taken carea any but one and even den I ain't so sure." He looked her over once again now that he could get a good look at her face. He moved in a bit out of habit more than anything. She had a hunted look in her eye that he found unsettling. She wasn't her usual aggressive self. He hummed for a moment as if debating something but then shrugged. "I came here lookin for you. Afta ya up an left I figured I would go stick it ta me bother an me tribe. De offered me my place an I said dey can choke on a dwarf's hairy sack. I came here after dat lookin for you. I said we be partners and I keep my word. Ya just be too good a hider fer me." He couldn't help but grin lopsidedly at her. It seemed to him the truth was the best option in the moment. She would probably find out anyway and it would irk her at least a little bit knowing she missed a great moment with his birth tribe.
October 29, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott10/29/2019
She watched him for a moment as he explained the situation and she couldn’t help but shake her head, “Den dey got no plan. Dis don’ jus’ be goin’ away.” She snorted to herself, having expected there to be more of a solution in place. There didn’t seem to be one, or even a strategy. There was nothing. It almost sounded as if everyone was waiting for it to run its course. She tilted her head as she went over returning to his tribe and there was a slight glint in her eye. It was good to hear he had returned and denied them, though she would’ve rather been with him when he did so. She would’ve enjoyed seeing the reaction on their faces, especially his brother. Missed opportunities though. “Walmi don’ be hidin’. If she was, den ya don’ be findin’ me now.” She chuckled lightly as she moved the subject to something else, “We should be t’inkin’ on what we be doin’ next.” She moved a hand to rest it on the pommel of one of her daggers absently, “somet’in dat ain’t standin’ here.” A grin crossed her lips, she was not much for standing and waiting, and she could use some activity to help on her road to recovery. She wondered how being off of her feet for such a time would affect her skills, her timing.
 Arravien Anderton10/29/2019
He shook his head. "Der be no 'we' woman. I intended ta find ya an I did. Now I can be heading out on me own wit out ya weighin on my mind. You can do whatever ya want." He snorted, the cold edge returning to his tone. He crossed his arms over his chest, his axe still leaning against his shoulder. Crazy troll. Assuming he would be going with her. Following her around like nothing happened. Re He had kept the whispers that Garrosh intended to go north to the only source they could think of for the plauge. Northrend. Smashing some Drakkari skulls sounded just fine by him at the moment. He intended on jumping into the ships as soon as he could but there was no telling when that would be. "I be learning from da past. Ya just gonna up an disappear again, leaving me behind." He ran a finger slowly down his tusk as he looked her over. "I ain't be Makin day mistake again." He didn't actually say what he was talking about but the uncomfortable squirm in his belly told him that the anger he had used to try and bury his fleeting thoughts in Outland was not enough.
November 18, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott11/18/2019
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 Jocelyn Prescott11/18/2019
The morning after Having sent Kuoku and Okunn back to Skyrunner village, Wal’ami remained behind without much reason as to why. Which was normal for her. During the conflict with the Plainstriders she found herself in a far too familiar area. She spent the night in a cold camp, deciding not to draw any unwanted attention whether from friend or foe. The night turned cold, and she had little to protect her from the elements, but she persevered. The bight was spent bandaging the large gash on her side, and waiting for her troll regeneration to address the wound. While waiting she decided to spend time thinking about the current state of things, and the loa who hadn’t sent her any sort of vision since she had returned to Kalimdor. When the dark skies gave way to the grayer light she set out for Sageron. She didn’t tarry, and she was quick to travel alone even if on foot. Those ruins flooded her mind with memories that she thought were long since forgotten. A different time. A different Wal’ami. She made her way around the perimeter, being careful to keep herself concealed until she reached a particular tree. She knelt beside it and ran her fingertips over a discoloration in the tree’s bark. It was difficult to discern unless someone was looking for it specifically. “Dis one.” She muttered before pulling her eyes away to glance around for any beings nearby. She remembered this tree all too well. The tree that was nearly her final resting place, and now she had returned to it. She lowered her hand to the ground and used nimble fingers to brush some soil back until she found a discarded empty vial which had been buried through the years of being left out in the elements. After freeing it from the earthen tomb she raised it and brushed the dirt away.
 Arravien Anderton11/18/2019
As Wal'ami worked at the base of a tree an eagle found purchase from the morning winds in the old branches. The wood protested unter the weight of the creature which even by Stonetalon Mountain sizes was large. It flared it's wings out to balance itself for a moment before ruffling the feathers and fixing Wal'ami with a beady stare. The troll would likely be able to see the thin ribbon of black and orange that dangled from the bird's left foot. The colors that Aja'it had taken to marking his animal companions with since Pandaria. The eagle had been a new addition to the male's group of companions when she had first set out to Desolace. It cried out to her in a rather judgemental tone but did nothing more. Aja'it himself was likely far away though not so far as Orgrimmar where she had left him over a month ago. He sat in a camp of others somewhere between the orcish city and her, eyes closed and focused. The black lion good draped over his head so that his expression was hidden but the faint greenish glow of nature magic was easy enough to see. The eagle, after a moment of watching Wal'ami stiffened and it's eyes flashed a faint green glow. It took to the air and slowly glided down to a lower branch where it found purchase once more though this time far closer and the magics coming from the eyes brighter still.
 Jocelyn Prescott11/18/2019
She let out a gasp at the sound of the bird landing. She had been distracted by the memories this place had brought back. Though it was unlike her to be so distracted, it did happen. She rose to her feet, tucking the dirty vial away into a pouch on her hip before looking up at the eagle through golden orbs. She studied it quietly for a moment, noticing the black and orange ribbon. Can’t get a moments peace even way out here. Once the bird moved to a lower branch, she stood straighter, forcing her shoulders back before bellowing at the animal, “Wha’chu wan’!?” She waved a hand in the direction of the eagle in a futile attempt to shoo it away. She knew it wouldn’t work, but it made her feel better about it. The glow from the birds eyes stood out much more now, though she didn’t retreat. Instead she remained firmly planted in where she stood. There was a slight tinge of curiosity as to why the bird suddenly appeared, part of her knew where it came from or at least had suspicion.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton11/18/2019
The eagle hissed at her and for a moment the magical connection seemed to be broken. The light faded from the proud eagle's eyes. Once the bird had settled again it grew stiff as stone and the magical light came back double in intensity. While it did not talk or give any signs of communication it was clear that it was being controlled from afar. It stuck out it's leg, the black and orange ribbon fluttering in the wind. Now that it was closer and held out to see the symbol of the black lion could be seen clearly running across the length of the ribbon. There was no mistaking the sign that Aja'it had taken for himself after rejecting his tribe. Th eagle ruffled it's wings and clicked it's beak. There was a pattern to the clicking that is Wal'ami remembered was a code linked back to an adventure the pair had in northrend. Though there the lettered had linked to a flashing light seen in the night. The pattern would sound out a few letters. "I hear." Over in th camp, days away, Aja was sweating and bitting his lip. The connection was hard to maintain over such a distance even for someone as practiced as he was. He knew full well why he had contacted her but there was no way to communicate it to her. Not over bird. Besides he knew she didn't want to hear that he was worried for her. Or at least that's what he told himself any more. After years of playing the dutiful friend he had found ways to hide his long-standing feelings. It came out in moments like this though where he chased her without the ability to restrain himself.

Jocelyn Prescott11/18/2019
Wal’ami placed her hands on her hips as she inspected the eagle. Though she didn’t speak, instead she stared at it. The animal’s presence made little sense to her, though she did recognize Aja’it’s mark on the ribbon hanging from its foot, she didn’t understand why he would send it. The clicking code took a while, a long while, for her to connect to the flashing lights from years ago, from a time when she was young and more foolish than she had grown to be now. Understanding what the bird was trying to tell her did not do much to settle her, though. She was being spied on. She folded her arms in front of her as she looked up at the eagle, “Why ya be here?” She motioned to the area around her, it wasn’t a place she had ever been to with Aja’it, so it made her more suspicious. “Dis be cursed.” It wasn’t really but it was the way she remembered it. A failure on her part that led down a much darker road in her own mind.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton11/18/2019
The eagle shook its tail feathers in clear irritation. After several long moments where the magic in it's eyes pulsed the code started anew. "Health." After this the eagle seem d to regain control of itself. The magic glow faded and it observed her simply as if she were a snake it was wondering if it could eat. Clearly whatever magic was being used was either difficult or taxing of the user as th connection seemed to unstable. The eagle turned towards the north, towards Stonetalon and cried out loudly. The magical effect did not return to the bird but it remained as if waiting for something though there was no telling what it might be. Aja'it had been forced to break the connection. Partially because his own life force was not enough to maintain the link at such a distance but also because the patrol he had been saddled with on his latest job had called for his assistance. Tracking and hunting night elves was profitable at the moment so long as it was kept quiet and you spoke to the right bidder. But it was also dangerous work that required him to be present of mind nearly all the time.
 Jocelyn Prescott11/18/2019
She watched the bird, listening closely to decipher the message it clicked out. The word brought more confusion to her features. It made little sense to her. Was Aja’it’s health in jeopardy or was he just being nosy as he often was? Her eyes were pulled to an imagined noise she heard and she suddenly remembered exactly where she stood. “Dat boy...” she reached into her tunic and removed a simple sheet of paper that had been folded and re-folded several times. She patiently rolled it up and began tying the black and orange ribbon around it. She wasn’t sure if it would fair well for the journey, or where it would go. She was confident the bird would return to the forest troll. At least that much she knew. It’s writings may be enough to bring him to Desolace out of little more than curiosity. Once she was content with the knot she hopped high enough to slap a hand down on the branch, in hopes of spooking the bird enough to take flight. At least once the animal was gone she wouldn’t need to think about it any longer.
[5:18 PM]She did watch the direction the bird flew, for a long while. Once it was out of sight she let out a sigh and shook her head before plopping down at the base of the tree. As she leaned her back against its trunk for support she realized what exactly she had just done. There was a coldness that moved through her at sitting here, but rather than move, she removed the dirty vial and inspected it once more. Sitting still. Motionless for a time. “Dis could have been de end.” She shook her head and raked her free hand through her hair, “But dat not be da case.” She lowered her eyes to the vial once more then turned her gaze off in the direction of Skyrunner village. It was a long distance from where she was, and part of her enjoyed the distance, while a voice in the back of her mind was telling her to rise and begin the trek. She didn’t rise. Not yet. She remained where she was as the sun made its way across the sky. She didn’t move, she stayed and watched the day drift away.
 Arravien Anderton11/18/2019
Aja'it waited for the next day for his companion to return. While his party continued to move north to Ashenvale he always kept an eye out on the southern sky. He knew that she would be back, eventually. But it had been over a month without word and he would be lying if he didn't admit, if only to himself, that he was worried. All he knew is that some tauren needed her help because his pap died. He didn't understand it. Not really. Her jummping up to go help someone else felt wrong and not for the first time he considered it a cover for something else like a job. His patience was rewarded eventually as that night the eagle, tired and ruffled from the long flight soared into camp. He let the animal perch on his shoulders, not paying any bother to the talons that gripped at his skin and read the letter over. It was the same basic information she had told him though written obviously by a tauren. He hadn't met this Kanatu but he had some bad hand writing. Though tauren always seemed to have trouble with the small orcish script. There was nothing about her wellbeing which was what he had intended to find out and that irked him some. Still this letter was an invitation to her. Was she then inviting him? It was hard d to say. He looked out among the gathered group. Mercenaries all of them. He wouldn't be missed as his share of coin would just be split among the rest. And he had plenty of gold to do with what he pleased at this point. Wal'ami and he had made a small fortune during the fourth war. He carefully weighed the options though in the case of Wal'ami there was little to consider. He stood, his eagle taking flight to a nearby tree and he went to find the mage of the group.
[5:44 PM]Pulling the elf aside he was able to convince the pathetic creature through a mix of bribes and threats to open a portal as close as they could manage to the center of Desolace. With no ancher point it would be risky but again Aja'it's usual caution was tossed aside. He left later that night, animal companions and all and took the unstable portal south. It eventually spat him back out near the Cenarian Wilds. a bit worse for wear but whole and sane.
 Jocelyn Prescott11/18/2019
Wal’ami remainder propped against that tree until the day gave way to nightfall. It was peaceful here, though the memories she had at this specific location were not joyous ones, it was at least quiet. It gave her time to consider things, to consider how she had gotten to here. Even to consider Aja’it and his role in all of this. She wasn’t sure if her message would reach him, and even then she wasn’t sure if he would travel here. But she couldn’t dwell on those thoughts. She could, however, dwell on other thoughts from the past. She reached her arms back and used them to push against the tree so she could rise to her feet. She lifted her foot and bent her knee to stretch out her upper leg. She did the same with the opposite one, letting out a quiet groan. She has stiffened up while sitting immobile for so long. That would relieve itself. She stepped away from the tree and before long she was moving at a swift jog. Her pace wasn’t fast, but it was faster than walking. It did bring her back to when she and that forest troll were training. The way he liked to run everywhere, just because he knew he was better at it. Her eyes narrowed briefly at that memory, as if she was ready to toss a jab at him and his heritage, or his looks, or his hair. As she recalled how angry he used to be when she insulted his hair brought a smile to her lips. She ran long into the night, letting her thoughts and memories run free. She had found over the years that could run longer as long as she kept her mind busy and ignored the burning in her muscles. The night eventually broke into day. She stopped when she felt tired, but before long she was back at it. Working her way across Desolace and back toward Skyrunner village. The tall trees of the Cenarion Wilds came into distant view and she knew she was close. She wondered how the tribe received the plainstriders. She also wondered how Okunn was received when he returned with the bright feather.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton11/18/2019
As Aja'it tumbled from the portal it left a faint burning smell about him and after he picked himself up he felt a sharp pain in one ear. It seemed like half of his right ear had been lost in the teleportation and blood was now dripping down the remainder of the ear and neck. Cursing he went to inspect his companions. The huge bear seemed disoriented and dizzy but okay. The eagle had flown off as soon as she could, apparently offended. He looked around, trying to get his varings after that. He had never been to Desolace. The Stark difference between the edge of the grasses where he currently was and the dried earth of the rest of the land was particularly striking. Still trickling blood he tried to pinpoint where the village from the note was. Unfortunately Kanatu hadn't put any information in the letter about the location as Wal'ami already knew where it was, and the portal had put him on the north side of the Wilds.eaning there was a forest between him and the village. The very early morning light of the land also didn't help. Having had a sleepless night and the disorientation of the portal a nap sounded good. Plus he could use his eagle to scout around once he had his strength back. Mumbling something to Rahjin the troll moved off to a small cluster of trees out in the open and put his back to one before sinking to the ground. He wouldn't really sleep but shutting his eyes to doze would being enough rest to continue on after dawn. The huge bear sat up to keep watch, cleaning his massive paws and sharpening his claws on a nearby fallen log. Aja'it took to humming gently to himself to fill the silence. A tune that he often hummed that Wal'ami would recognize if she could hear it.
 Jocelyn Prescott11/18/2019
She continued moving toward the village, normally she would cut around the outskirts of the cenarion wild, but today she decided to go straight through the forest. The soft grasses felt better under her bare feet when she reached them and she admired the contrast the green area had against the rest of Desolace. It was different and that made it appealing. As she moved through she heard a faint humming being carried on the breeze. It had a familiar tone to it, familiar enough that it caused her stop and just listen. She enjoyed the familiarity of it, though it was difficult for her to not believe her mind was playing tricks again. It seemed to do so often enough. She stood still as she listened, letting her breathing even out. It was enough time for her to recover from the long run before she moved toward the source of the sound. Curiosity had gotten the better of her. She moved carefully, as she investigated. Part of her wanted the sound to be coming from her long time companion, part of her hoped he wouldn’t be able to find the place. It was complicated. So complicated that when she finally spotted him by the tree she nearly called out to him in excitement, but she thought better of it and remained silent. Her brow furrowed as she tried to decide how to proceed. This was all a bad idea, but here he was. She shook her head and decided to make the most of the situation. Besides, he could be helpful to the tribe and far better bait than Okunn. She stepped forward to stand in front of him and squatted down to watch him quietly as his eyes remained closed. She wasn’t sure what to expect when he woke, she never was. Wal’ami moved a hand to rest on the hilt of one of her daggers before finally whispering, “Ya be dead, boy.” Her voice was calm and even, but there was an air of teasing to her tone.
November 19, 2019
 Arravien Anderton11/19/2019
The sounds of movement didn't seem to bother him. Over the years he had learned to trust Rahjin to keep an eye out for him. The great bear had watched Wal'ami approach and snuffled the air in a soft greeting though remained sitting. Aja'it didn't pay it any mind as he faintly dozed. His expression did change though as he picked up on the soft scents carried by the morning breeze. The faint smell of the sea and of jungle flowers and fruit, blood and poison mingled with the distinct smell of her. His heart leapt up and a tiny smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. When she whispered he couldn't keep a full smile from forming. As he opened his orangish eyes to focus on her his humming stopped. "Dead a thousand times over without me partner." While his response wasn't necessarily soft in tone his eyes were gentle. He sat up, leaning into the space between them and he at last broke eye contact to look her over. "Ya be smellin like blood." His smile turned into a slightly more vicious grin, "Showin ya tauren friends how ta fight propa den? Or did somethin try ta pick a fight wit ya like a fool?" Without thinking he reached out to her bandaged side inorder to lay a hand on the gash which was still healing no doubt. If she allowed him to touch her his hand would be cold from the morning air but steady and gentle. Rahjin let out a soft sound before the massive blob of hair finally laid down, leaning his body against Aja'it's folded legs. The troll would look little different than the last time she had seen him. He had a habit of remaining unchanged when she wasn't around. This time the only difference would be the last foot or so of his ear being missing and his hair had gotten a slight trim. Probably so that it could fit under his hood better.(edited)
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott11/19/2019
She offered a slight smile at his response, “Plainstriders set a trap for us.” She waved a dismissive hand, “Never seen dem do dis.” She looked him over and she didn’t pull away when he placed a hand on her side, she did gasp at the coldness of his touch. “Been keepin’ ya hands in Northrend?” She shook her head and finally pulled away from his touch to stand. She stretched her muscles a bit to keep them from tightening after the run, “Whatchu bein’ here for?” She tilted her head at him for a minute as she considered her own question. She assumed he came because she was there, as he often did. This time was different though, there was no big payout or promise of riches. Not yet anyway. She assumed she could put something together in time, for the moment she was only interested in helping a friend and his village.
 Arravien Anderton11/19/2019
When she stood he followed though more slowly and keeping himself slightly hunched over so he could look into her face. It had been a habit he developed after Pandaria when they were alone together. He smirked a bit. "Bad portals always make da blood rub slow." He rubbed his hands together. "As for dem striders we best be hopin deg ain't grown brains. We all be in trouble den." He stretched and rolled his shoulders for a moment as he looked her over. He was pleased she was alright. Torn up but alright. Still she had a heavy feeling about her. Like she was tired. Knowing that she would simply deny it if he pointed it out he let it be for now. They could fight about it later. To answer he last question he pulled the letter from a small leather pouch he had tied to his belt and held it out to her. "I got ya letter. Figur d I should be returning it to ya before ya clawed me eyes for it." His smirk settled into a passive but happy look. It was one he adopted when he was observing someone to get more information from them without letting the other know his own thoughts. He had become rather adept at controlling his expressions over the years. "Ya been here some time an well I heard der be treasure ta be found in des parts. Plus da job I took was boring. Ya always had da better eye for what be exciting."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott11/19/2019
We chuckled lightly at his mention of strider brains, “Dat be for sure.” She took a half step back as he stood, just to keep a comfortable amount of distance between them. She nodded at his mention of portals though once her letter came into view she didn’t hesitate in snatching it from his hand. “Ya be smarter dese days.” She offered him a smirk as she tucked the letter away. It was also a solid distraction as she thought about how she would respond to his next words. “Treasures. Da treasures here be wit dem purple skin.” A grin seemed to emerge on her lips from no where. She was not told of any treasures but to tell him why she was here, to say she was only here to help Kanatu and his tribe. Well, she expected he would begin making fun of her for such idealistic goals so she did what she considered to be best. She lied. “An’ Da centaurs probably have some secret treasures too!” She lowered her hands and hooked her thumbs behind her belt, “For now t’ough. We be stayin’ wit da Tauren. Be helpin’ us bide our time as we look for dem treasures.” Yes, using the village as a supposed cover for something more appealing, that was more like her. Though the satisfaction was short lived as suddenly she realized him being here could complicate things. Especially with Huthua and his natural curiosities. She would need to figure that out, and quickly. So stall so she could think she moved onto the next thing, “Night elfs. Dey killed da chieftain. Destroyed most of da village too.” She shifted her weight to rest on her left leg, “Da Tauren could be usin’ an extra pair of troll hands if ya be sparin’ ‘em. Even if dey belong to a tree troll.” She offered him a smirk to show her jest, that piece had never quelled in all their years. He was different and she took great joy in reminding him of that at every opportunity.
 Arravien Anderton11/19/2019
He listened to her, that look firmly in place. In truth he knew of no treasure but one in Desolace. Not that he would admit to it. She would retreat from him if he said he already found what he was looking for. She had done so before. Still she was inviting him to stay. In direct as it was, or perhaps misinterpreted as the comment was, he took the chance and grabbed hold. That excitement would be present only in the slight dilation of his eyes and the faint shift in their color form orangish to amber with his hightened emotion. He smirked and held out his big hands as if to inspect them, really he knew he needed to break eye contact before his pleasure showed fully. "Hmm, I think I can be stayin a while. Find what can be found in dis place." He looked up at her. "Der be a price though." The call back to their usual bargining felt comforting. She would try to drag him along on some adventure. He would dig his toes in and refuse. She would eventually convince him but he would counter with a price. In the past this had been a bigger cut of the profit or a favor of some kind. This time he didn't have a clue what he would ask for. Everything he wanted from her he could not have. Rahjin snuffled and rose to his paws. He moved off towards the east, giving Wal'ami a nudge with his nose as he did. The big bear likely was going to go dig up some roots or something for a meal. "He missed ya." Aja'it said a bit more heavily than he intended. It was as close as he could get to saying that he missed her. Not for the first time his chest swelled with the air he intended to use to tell her she was a fool for continuing to deny him and that he was gonna claim her as his own and uphold her on a pedestal next to his very own loa. His chest sunk back down as he released the breath, expression still unchanged.(edited)
November 24, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
Wal'ami tilted her head as she shifted her weight to the leg opposite her wounded side. In secret she enjoyed their bargaining, there was a thrill to it. It was similar to the thrill of when she would help herself to someone else's items, but this was different. Not better or worse, just different. "Oh? An' what dat price be, eh?" A smirk crossed her lips for a brief moment before her expression became more serious. While her face lacked much expression, her left eyebrow twitched upwards briefly. It was a tell that often haunted her when an exciting moment was too difficult to contain. It wasn't much, but it was there. The troll let her fingers trail along the bear's length as he passed, turning her attention to the retreating animal, "He be missin' Ripper more den me." She shook her head at the distraction of a different time during their travels and brought her golden orbs to rest back on Aja'it, "Dat beast get attached easy, too."

Arravien Anderton11/24/2019
Aja'it watched the bear go off and muttered something under his breath that not even Wal'ami could hear. After a short delay he turned his attention back to his companion. For a long moment he stared at her as if making up his mind on something. After a moment his serious look was broken by a smile. "I tell ya what I be watchin dis tribe a yours. Seen what dey be about. Workin wit others ain't somtin' we be good at you an I." He pulled his black hood down to at last show his tall orange hair, a bit rumpled from the bad portal trip. "Then I be givin ya my price. If dese bulls be insufferable or mulish da price be higher. Don't ya be worryin now, I got some good ideas." His smile turned into a smirk as he regained his more polished demeanor. "We can be startin' wit a promise, Woman. Ya be tellin me where ya runnin off next time an keep in touch. Ya gonna put grey in me beautiful hair and ya know how I be feelin about that. Who knows, perhaps I even be lending some good help like I tend ta do." Above everything he knew that being apart from this crazy woman who had once poisoned him to get her job done faster, was not an option. Not any more.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
She shook her head slowly at his offering a bit of a playful expression on her features, “Bet ya do.” She wasn’t keen on his promise, it was a more difficult one, however, she had no intention of running off for quite some time so she wasn’t against agreeing with it. “Fine. If I been runnin’ off den I be tellin’ ya. Dat be if it’s not for da tribe business. It be dat, den I be returning before long.” She shook her head at him as her hands moved to rest on the blades at her sides. “Now den. Wal’ami’s rules. Ya don’ be trying to start a war wit dis tribe and ya don’t be hurtin’ dem witout my approval.” She snorted at him, there were some she wasn’t above harming though she exercised restraint. During the pause in conversation her eyes were drawn to the ridiculous mane he spent so much time in grooming. If he spent less time there and more time removing the moss from his flesh he may be a bit more appealing. She gave her head a light shake, “Dere be a young Darkspear dere. Hut’a. He be Lear in’ from Kanatu. Ya leave da boy to his studies. He got potential.” She raised a hand to placed a finger to her chin, she knew there were other things but she struggled to think of them. Perhaps just as he planned to adjust the price she could adjust her list as needed. Turn about was fair play after all. She lowered her hand a pointed a slender finger at him, “Give dese people a chance. Dey remind me of da Horde Vol’jin joined. Not da Horde dat be now.” She lowered her hand and rested it on her hip which caused her elbow to jut out, “Dey be good people. Bit softer den trolls but still good.”
 Arravien Anderton11/24/2019
He blinked at her, a suspicious look coming over him. "Dat be high praise comin from ya. Not even da forest trolls be gettin as much." He wondered how long she had known these people, how much of a hold they had on her. And the news about the pup, Hut'a, well that was another matter. Of course pointing him out in her little agreement only made him want to know the boy more. It was the first thing he planned on breaking his word on. Well, at least so far as she might understand it. Observation was not interrupting studies. And he would always say he was watching the chieftain, not some scrawny boy. Still the idea of giving anyone a chance made him squirm. They had both had their reservations about the Horde of old, and it had gown over the years. Still she would not say such things without merit. He grimaced. "I- I be doin as ya ask. No promises a stickin around ta see dis treasure. I be my own troll." Still he couldn't refuse her entirely. He suddenly felt vey exposed. As if talking about being friendly with a group that wasn't only consisted of Wal'ami and their animal companions had put a mark on his back just waiting for a knife. He drew his hood back up, the lion face staring at Wal'ami. "I got one more question for ya, Woman." He moved in a bit closer. Not enough to cause discomfort but moreso their usual distance. Close enough to touch though they never did. He could smell her rich floral smell between them, the jungle still clinging to her fuzz. He rose to his full height and looked down on her with a slightly far away gaze as if he were distracted.
 Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
“Da forest trolls don’t be savin’ Wal’ami from Bwonsamdi. Dese people did.” She chuckled lightly at him, obviously trying to insert some jest in her words. Truth be told, the whole incident still haunted her at times. Her failure coupled with needing the help of another, let alone a people she considered inferior at the time still knocked her ego down on occasion. As he mentioned he would leave as she saw fit there was no light chuckle, there was a loud laugh, her voice carried on the winds at she cackled at him. “Boy! Ya be leavin’ when ya want. Nobody be layin’ claim on ya like dat!” It took her a moment to settle, as was often the case when she laughed in such a manner. She lifted a hand to wipe at her right eye just as he closed the gap between them. She didn’t retreat, she was used to the physical closeness with him as was usually out of necessity. Whether it be to keep others from hearing them discuss something, or simply so they could burn a smaller fire to keep warm. She looked up at him through those golden eyes and couldn’t ignore the pull that it had on her. It had been some time since they were alone like this, and these moments were part of what often drove her away, though she would blame it on being bored or some new adventure. The corners of her eyes pulled as they narrowed up at him, “What dat question be?” She remained still as she watched his face closely, looking for any change in expression that may tip her off to things that his face would say that his words or tone wouldn’t.
 Arravien Anderton11/24/2019
Aja'it frowned slightly as he looked at her. It was a dangerous question he planned on asking. In the past it had driven her away but he was either too soft to stop, or too stupid to realize it. His voice lowered into his more usual quiet growling, "Ya be happy, an whole, here wit dem?" Over the years it had become a question he often asked. Never expecting a full answer, and never getting one he imagined. Now though it seemed like he might just get an honest answer to a question he needed her to answer. For his own sake as much as hers. She wasn't happy with the Darkspear. She wasn't happy with him. She wasn't happy with the Horde or even the Zandalari. Perhaps a backwater camp of flee infested tauren could make her happy and that was important to him. Better if she said she would be happy once he was there but he knew better than to reach for such things. In the distance Rahjin seemed to find whatever had gotten his attention and returned to them licking his lips and flapping them as he did when he found something enjoyable. He sat down close by to the pair, further shielding them from the view of others. He seemed to be on the look out for Ripper as he clearly was not close he must be just around that tree. He was never far from Wal'ami. At least until now.
 Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
She remained quiet for a moment as she pondered the question. It was a question she would've immediately answered without much thought, some years ago. Now though, things were different; she was different. The gears in her head were turning but she didn't allow that to reach her features, "Be happy here." She was happy, there was plenty to be done, there was an unimagined debt she felt the need to repay. Typically debts meant very little to her, this one though, they involved not only her but Hutha and needed to be handled differently. Her response, of course, sent the chilling sensation of commitment slithering up her spine like a serpent and she had to add, "For now, dat be true." Once Rahjin joined them, it was enough to break up the moment and she took a half step back before moving forward to pass him and make her way toward the village. She expected him to follow as he usually did, "Now den. Dere be da matter of my hut." She glanced over her shoulder back at him, "Don't have one. T'ink I need one for dis to be right." She turned her attention forward as she continued, "Most buildings in da village be burned or crushed from da attack. Any good wit a hammer for rebuilding?" She knew he was, or at least could be good enough, there was little he was unable to accomplish once she aggravated him enough to set his mind to it out of rebellion.
 Arravien Anderton11/24/2019
He snorted. "Ya tink I be a crafter wit'out da means ta be swingin a hammer?" By crafter he meant his poor attempts to become something of a jewelcrafter which never amounted into much other than raw gems being polished into cut ones. Most of which he gave to Wal'ami to sell or toss or do whatever she could with so long as he didn't have to look at them any more. "So dis be a hut for one? What kinda space ya be lookin ta have?" He didn't draw attention to the fact that she had not had a hut in about eight years or so. They slept in caves and in the open more often than not, or on the floor of some inn. Her looking to build something seemed to cement what she said about being happy. For now anyway. He followed her, a few steps to the side and half behind which seemed to be his usual spot. Rahjin followed him, his huge paws making little sound on the undergrowth. The trees in these parts were young he guessed, supple and bendable. A little steam and some molding and he could get some curved support beams like they had in the Echo Isles. That would make her more at home he thought. And yellow kodo hide, painted with bright reds and pinks and greens. He remained quiet but she knew him well enough to be able to tell his thoughts had run away on him again.
 Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
"Hm.." She lowered her head as she considered his question regarding space. "Better be enough space for a couple. Not too big, but ya know I like collectin' t'ings." She chuckled at that thought, she did enjoy collecting things though she often didn't keep what she had gathered for long before tossing it aside. "But if dis be a base of operations we be needin' some room to work," She raised a finger and held her arm to the side so he could see it from his position behind her, "Be keepin' up appearances. Look like da rest of da tribe. At least da hut." She lowered her hand as she continued to move, just beyond the trees, the ridge could be seen where the Skyrunner village lay. "T'inkin' some like da huts from Sen'jin village be good enough." She paused for a moment and turned to look over at him, "Might be a help if ya be doing some hunting. Da tribe be needin' food, too." She didn't wait for his response before moving on, she expected he would have no problem with such a request. He seemed to enjoy hunting beasts nearly as much as she enjoyed hunting people.
 Arravien Anderton11/24/2019
He followed with a quiet grunt to show he was still listening. After a delay he added, "I be huntin what I can. Ya gonna need some good hide for ya hut. I be seein what I can make for ya." He tried not to show it but the fact that she seemed to be inviting him, though indirectly, to share the space had his heartrate up. Something was nagging at the back of his mind though as he thought it over. She was being almost too welcoming of him. It put him on edge. He pushed his caution away. "Ya be knowin what bit a land ya be takin as ya own?" He looked around at the landscape and almost at once honed in on the ridge that stood above the rest of the flat land. the banners and totems were clearly tauren in nature so he assumed that's where she was taking him. He started to slow his pace. He did not want to show himself to these people yet. He drew his lion-hood down far enough that not even she could see his full face. "It be safer on da ridge but I be thinkin dat fer da actual tribe members. Not us."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
She listened as they moved, it was good to hear that he was willing to assist with building and hunting. Especially hunting. The tribe needed meat, it seemed like that would never go away. The Tauren sure held a lot of feasts. At least more than a Darkspear could ever seem to get used to. Perhaps if they could cut back on the feasts their food stores would last longer. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that thought. She doubted the Tauren would even consider such an idea. His next words made her stop abruptly, and she turned to look at him once more, tilting her head to one side which caused one of her braids to fall aside as well. "Dat be true. For both." She moved a hand to her side to motion to the feather hanging from her waist, "I be part of da tribe. So dat means we can be buildin' in da village." She straightened back up as she continued to look at him, "Been so since dey opened da tribe up for ot'ers." Her hand raised to motion to the necklace hanging from her neck just in front of the black vial that she was never seen without, "Beyond a member of da tribe, I be a Sky-reaver." She used her hand to motion toward the ridge, "Dis tribe used ta be different. Now, wit da Chieftain's death and Kanatu taking over. It be different. Dat's what I meant about how like da horde used ta be." She turned back to him and watched him for a moment, waiting for his face to react, she rather enjoyed knowing his thoughts before he spoke them. She believed she knew them more often than she was actually right about, but she would never admit to it. "It be open to ot'ers. Not just da Tauren."
 
 
 Arravien Anderton11/24/2019
For a very long moment Aja simply look d at her from under his hood. He would display surprise, suspicion, and even a small bit of hurt and confusion. She had joined another tribe. Not even a troll tribe which be could have likely understood in time. But the tauren? They were slow, peaceful, cautious, and even th best of them showed more regard for the dead than the living it seemed to him. After a few moments where he settled his face back down he said, "So dis be a cover for ya actions? Don sound like et ta me. It be soundin like ya found a... Well a people." He was clearly sceptical. The added bit of it being open to all was clearly directed at him. Was she inviting him to stay? "Dis Sky-Reaver, it be somtin of importance I be guessin." She never aimed low. To distract himself while she spoke he reached out to run his fingers along the length of the feather, the old blood on it flaking slightly onto his fingers though only one finger was actually touching the feather. The other two ran along her hip with a firm force for a few moments. He would also lean in a bit to inspect the necklace. He hadn't given it much thought before but the look was more tauren than it was troll. Still it looked like her in a way.

Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
“It be deep cover.” She couldn’t hide the smirk that found its way onto her lips. Without him present it was easy to tell herself this was her place now, however, he would’ve expected more of her. He definitely would have expected her to be using the tribe as a ruse for some other goal she had in mind. Even if there wasn’t one. She had a reputation for such and some unseen force told her to protect that image. She felt his other fingers against her hip, but she didn’t draw attention to it. She even let him have his touch, figuring it would be enough to entice him to stay in such a place. The tribe needed as many able bodies as they could get, and his body was able. “Da sky-reavers be like da elite warriors. Fightin’ wit da wyvern. Wit da rank, I be tasked wit assemblin’ a squad of sorts.” She watched him for a long moment, perhaps longer than she should have. “Be good to have anot’er troll dere. Even a tree troll.” She shifted her weight enough to pull her hip away from his reach, “Dis be a good opportunity. Be findin’ treasure. Be rebuildin’ a village. Be owin’ dem somet’in for da kindness.” She reached a hand up to touch the necklace that hung from her neck, “Plus, dey be needin’ de type who fights different. Dey not used to da style we have. T’ink we can be teaching’ dem a t’ing or several.” She chuckled lightly and moved away to continue the trek toward the village. There were a number of things she would need to figure out. Explaining Hutha for one. She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist sticking his big troll nose in that one.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton11/24/2019
He let her move ahead of him, his fingers trailing a bit as she drew away. He followed in step, slowly and moving his hood further down. "I be watchin, seeing what I can be seein." He didn't want to openly commit but it was hard to outright take her up on the offer. It felt like everything he wanted. A hut to settle into, a woman he had been chasing for years, a people that needed his skills in hunting and fighting. Of course there was the little problem of tauren leading very dull lives. And the problem of her running. He didn't trust this newfound fondness for stability she seemed to be giving off. Job or no. He looked around the area, noting the small wildlife around. "Hmm, ya be sayin da chieftain be calling for da hunt but dis land be delicate. I be needin ta hunt elsewhere. Da treck over da mountains ta Mulgore be a long one by foot. Longer coming back wit a kill." He didn't like the idea of being gone for so long but he couldn't deny the worry the environment placed in the matter. "Der be thunderlizards in Stonetalon. Might be better. Dis bull-mon tell what kinda meat and hid dey be looking for? Don't do much good huntin da scaly things when it be fur dey need for spinning wool or what have ya."
 Jocelyn Prescott11/24/2019
"Meat." She continued to move, though her steps were slower than normal as she tried to draw out more time for the two to discuss the situation. She had no problem answering his questions and figured he would only have more until they finally reached the village. "Dey be needin' meat. Got a good cook, so he can be makin' any meat into a mean, be t'inkin'. 'Least dat's his claim." She chuckled lightly, though briefly, "T'ings dat come with hides be helpin'. Dey seem to use everyt'ing from da animals. Dat should be appealin' to ya, eh?" She cast him a quick glance before looking ahead once more, "Gonna be tradin' a bit wit da trolls down by da coast for some ores, stone, and ot'er odds and ends. So be t'inkin' da focus on meat, hides, bone...Da usual ya be gettin' from da hunt." She motioned to the lion cloak that was currently over his head, "Like we always be doin'." She set her shoulders back slightly as a thought entered her mind. This could work. Aja'it had plenty of prowess as a hunter, and with meat and hides being less of a concern, with the upcoming negotiation with the trolls for building materials, she could focus on the important things. Discovering who planned the attack and whether or not it was her fault. Kanatu said they were attacked by kaldorei and kaldorei is what nearly killed her those years ago when the tribe took her in. It was possible that the two events were related, especially if it was infact the same people and they had heard about her son living among them. She ignored the amount of focus the attack seemed to have on Kanatu's father. She had been internalizing some sort of fault since she first heard of the attack. At least with Aja'it here she would feel more secure. He always made good bait.
November 25, 2019
 Arravien Anderton11/25/2019
Je followed her a few more paces. It was promising to know that these people did not carelessly waist like some others. There was always a use for something provided from a body. He made a thoughtful sound, "Den I be huntin while ya be gone. Be watching dis tribe before day, seein what dey be like. I won't be gone more den a week when I be goin. Shoild be enough time for one kill." He ran a finger down his tusk. Over the years they had grown thicker and sharper as he polished them but that one still free slightly crooked causing the tips to nearly touch. He resisted the urge to pull her back from the inevitable point where they would have to part company. He could of course just continue on with her but he wouldn't. There was no cover here other than a few thin trees so anything he did from here on out would be seen and he guessed that the village had watchers up there. As they passed through the land just at the base of the raised cliffs he saw makes of the deviation that had been caused. Huts and tents flattened or burned, the land torn and even in some places showing huge holes where trees had been uprooted. Most of it was obviously being cleared away and rebuilt but he could only guess what it looked like before. "How many des people be losin? Who would attack Dem like dis in fource an why?" He looked over to her. Without any knowledge of these people he could only trust what she had to say on the matter. And the simple fact that she would ally herself to such a weak people made him more cautious. Of course of it was all a simple cover and ruse it mattered little but that idea seemed less and less true. Or perhaps he was letting his wishful thinking outweigh his common sense.
December 6, 2019
 Arravien Anderton12/06/2019
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 Arravien Anderton12/06/2019
Aja'it had done as requested by the Chieftain of these Skyrunners. Delivered kills to the Gelkis for one week. It was no small task either. Gathering animals from far and wide to keep the population from becoming too thin. He had a nasty bite on his leg from the last pack of hyenas he had hunted. The foul mouth had set an infection but it was being tended to by his own knowledge and self healing. Hurt like a hot poker but healing. With his task done he now sat in the shadowy branches of one of the trees near the village where he had taken to resting. He had set aside a few pieces of the recent lumber shient to start building the hut that was also his task to create and he had the old tauren working kodo hides. The grumpy bull was easy enough to work with when shown respect and as Aja'it had yet to really speak outside of direct answers to questions it was easy not to annoy him. Currently he sat, on leg dangling down and his back to the solid trunk, facing north where he could see Wal'ami arrive but a simple turn of his head showed the village. It looks small and weak from his view but the people, moving about together, gave it a feeling of strength much like troll villages he thought. Pushing away the musings he went back to his drawing. A fairly poor sketch of what he intended to build with what he had the structure was both hut and lookout with a stair leading up to a small tower big enough for two sitting mats and a tiny table. He was quite proud of the idea even if the drawing was complete shit and looked more like a kodo with really long legs than a hut.
December 7, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott12/07/2019
Wal’ami made her way back to the village, breaking away from the pack as she normally did. She had decided to walk the rest of the way, with Chevok following behind her quietly. Nearly falling to her death from the back of a hippogryph gave her a new sense of gratitude for being planted on the ground. The bruising on her inner also made riding a less than enjoyable experience, to say the least. She decided to cut through the Cenarion Wilds as she often did. The thicker foliage reminded her of the jungle. It wasn’t a jungle by any means, but far closer than the rest of Desolace which looked barren to her eyes. The wound on her side had been bandaged, her own regeneration would heal it soon enough, but for now she would need to wait that out. It wouldn’t be the first time she carried such a wound, and she ventured to think it wouldn’t be the last. Still, she considered it a worthwhile price to drop the Elf’s comrades head in front of her. The elf did well to hide her fear, but her eyes...her eyes told her what she needed to know. Thinking about that moment caused her to chuckle lightly, which brought on a brief wince, “Stupid elf..” she shook her head and continued along, moving through the wilds to reach the trail leading up to the village.
 Arravien Anderton12/07/2019
Aja'it lifted his head as a flock of seed birds took to the air from the forest ahead. He sat up and watched the underbrush intently. After a few moments he tucked his sad drawing away and climbed down the tree he had taken as his perch, taking care to put his hood up over his head once more so that the Tribe would not see his face. Once on the floor of the forest he ducked behind a few trees along the middle of the path. He knew that if it was Wal'ami she would likely recognize him before he could get a chance to jump out at her, but if it wasn't her he might get a good laugh at the startled reaction of whoever was there.
 Jocelyn Prescott12/07/2019
Chevok let out a low grumble and Wal’ami looked up from the path ahead. She paused and surveyed the area, clearly something was amiss as her wyvern rarely made sounds. She caught the black lion’s cloak from the corner of her eye and slowly made her way over. Either she was too tired to play, or was happy to just greet her old companion. She paused a few steps from the trees he was behind and called out to him, “How be you, boy?” She tilted her head to one side as she waited, but impatience got the better of her and she couldn’t help but continue, “We killed dat elf.” She motioned to the head of their most recently adversary that hung from Chevok’s saddle. Another trophy, she had taken to keeping trophies of victims recently, especially ones that held more significance.
 Arravien Anderton12/07/2019
Aja'it was a little crestfallen that she had spotted him and her tired tone spoke to a less playful nature but he was still in fairly high spirits when he came around from the shadows. He looked over her first, noting the bandages and the awkward way she stood. He turned to view the dangling head, a bit green and the skin tight over the bones as time had started to ravage the item. "It be good she died. It be better ya returned." He offered the grumpy wyvern a nod. He had only met the creature a few times and there was still a great deal of distance the two kept. He motioned for her to follow him a few paces off the road to a clump of bushes and trees that would hide them well enough and then he pulled the large lion skin from his back and spread it over the ground for them to sit. "Will ya be tellin me about da battle?"
 Jocelyn Prescott12/07/2019
Chevok eyes the troll suspiciously but kept his distance. He was not the most trusting of beasts and had yet to trust Wal’ami. She glanced to the animal and clicked her tongue before nodding toward the village. The animal let out a grunt and moved past them, keeping his distance from Aja’it. She followed behind Aja’it, and waited for him to lay out the cloak. She didn’t seem to comment on his mark about her return, but they were pleasing words. Once the cloak was laid out, she lowered herself down onto it, which took a bit longer than normal with the soreness. “Be a good battle.” Once she finally got seated, cross legged, she glanced over at him. “Not much it be on da ground.” She motioned an arm to the trees above, “Be up dere. She rode on a hippogryph and had a couple eagles.” She shook her head at that, “Ol Wal’ami wasn’t likin’ dat. So I jumped on da beast wit her.” A slight smirk started to form on her lips. She was proud of the tactic, but realized how much unnecessary risk came along with it. “Killed her. Da tribe took da beast. Not sure why.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug but then let out a quick cackle, “T’ought I be a goner once or twice!” She made a fist and shook it in front of her, “But da troll grip kept me from fallin’!” She shifted a bit as she quieted, and after looking at him for a few moments more she couldn’t help but ask, “How da hunts be goin’, mon? See ya not dead. Dat be good.” There was a light playfulness in her tone but also a layer of sincerity hidden beneath it.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton12/07/2019
Aja listened to her story with a faint grin and a shake of his head. She was always doing things like that. He knew that she could handle herself but at times he worried which was his way. "Hippogryph be powerful animals. Might be de want ta tame it like de do da wyvern. Or feed it up for a nice feast. Could be a few tings i guess. you know der minds better den I." He settled down on the cloak and splayed out, his legs stretched out and one hand behind him to hold him up while he wiggled his two toes around. "Ya walkin a bit bow legged, dat Zandalari prissy boy get to ya?" He smirked, teeth showing and eyes bright. He knew enough to know that she would never let something like that happen but still he could not resist. "Da hunts be goin' well enough. Had ta drag a bear da size of a dragon over da mountains last." He had a troubled look on his face as he ran his fingers over the smooth pelt. "Ya be understandin why he be havin me feed da enemy instead a his own people?" It be a strage request an I don't be askin questions of a bull das just gotten a body back in a cart. Seemed like a bad place." He looked over her with a curious and guarded expression.
[12:51 PM]Aja listened to her story with a faint grin and a shake of his head. She was always doing things like that. He knew that she could handle herself but at times he worried which was his way. "Hippogryph be powerful animals. Might be de want ta tame it like de do da wyvern. Or feed it up for a nice feast. Could be a few tings i guess. you know der minds better den I." He settled down on the cloak and splayed out, his legs stretched out and one hand behind him to hold him up while he wiggled his two toes around. "Ya walkin a bit bow legged, dat Zandalari prissy boy get to ya?" He smirked, teeth showing and eyes bright. He knew enough to know that she would never let something like that happen but still he could not resist. "Da hunts be goin' well enough. Had ta drag a bear da size of a dragon over da mountains last." He had a troubled look on his face as he ran his fingers over the smooth pelt. "Ya be understandin why he be havin me feed da enemy instead a his own people?" It be a strage request an I don't be askin questions of a bull das just gotten a body back in a cart. Seemed like a bad place." He looked over her with a curious and guarded expression.

Arravien Anderton12/07/2019
Aja listened to her story with a faint grin and a shake of his head. She was always doing things like that. He knew that she could handle herself but at times he worried which was his way. "Hippogryph be powerful animals. Might be de want ta tame it like de do da wyvern. Or feed it up for a nice feast. Could be a few tings i guess. you know der minds better den I." He settled down on the cloak and splayed out, his legs stretched out and one hand behind him to hold him up while he wiggled his two toes around. "Ya walkin a bit bow legged, dat Zandalari prissy boy get to ya?" He smirked, teeth showing and eyes bright. He knew enough to know that she would never let something like that happen but still he could not resist. "Da hunts be goin' well enough. Had ta drag a bear da size of a dragon over da mountains last." He had a troubled look on his face as he ran his fingers over the smooth pelt. "Ya be understandin why he be havin me feed da enemy instead a his own people?" It be a strage request an I don't be askin questions of a bull das just gotten a body back in a cart. Seemed like a bad place." He looked over her with a curious and guarded expression.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott12/07/2019
She raised her shoulders in a shrug when he spoke of the hippogryph. It could’ve been either reason and she wasn’t sure exactly their purpose and it had little to do with her. Then her features changed to one of anger and disgust at his mention of the zandalari, “Tch! He still be alive, don’t he?” She shook her head quickly which sent her braids flying, “Besides. He has not’in Walami be wantin’. Dats for sure.” It took her a bit longer than usual to recovery from his implication, but she eventually did. Thankful the conversation moved back to the centaurs she gave him a nod, “T’ink he be wantin’ dem to be allies against de ot’er centaur. Feedin’ a starvin’ enemy of ya enemy be a good plan.” She offered him a slight smile, “Kanatu be t’inkin’ da tribe needs da extra help. Be agreein’ wit dat at least.” She unfolded her legs and stretched them out, “Especially now. Losing da chief and da ot’ers.....den dis smit.” Her expression turned somber at the thought. There was something different about this situation. The Horde armies were armies, they died, those enlisted signed up for such things usually willingly. The Skyrunner were a village, they were different. Seeing the body arrive on the cart had affected her far more than she let on. She had spent a great deal of effort not getting herself tied up in the emotion of such things, however she found it to be impossible with this death specifically.
 Arravien Anderton12/07/2019
He chuckled at her disgust, finding it both funny and reassuring. Yes, the zandalari was still alive. He assumed the damage that cause her to walk without her usually grace born of her lithe form was from the battle in the air. He relaxed further, nearly laying out on the lion skin, only propped up enough so that he could see her clearly. It was good to relax with her close by and under the shade and shelter of the trees. As her talk turned to reflect his questions he listened intently, noting the shift in her tone and eyes. Was she in mourning? That would be something new. "He be thinkin' right but while I be watchin all dem tauren look tired. His people be needin rest as well as numbers and fortification." He shrugged and motioned to her casually, "Ya could be needin rest too. Dat battle seems ta be taken it outa ya dis time." He did not want to draw attention to how she had grown attached to the tribe or perhaps that one individual to the point of... well not sadness, but perhaps somber recognition of the loss. Drawing attention to it now might make the slightly more vulnerable side of the female that had started to show once more retreat into the shadows. He sucked his teeth and then pulled out a small black gem which he had shaped into a triangle of sorts. It was nothing all that special but the smooth black facets of the gem reflected the dim light of the grove in a near mirror like image. He held it out to her wordlessly. Another one of his gems collected, shaped, and discarded as junk.
December 8, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott12/08/2019
She listened to him and offered a single nod in response, “Be gettin’ dat rest soon.” She raised a finger to her chin and made a thoughtful sound, “Dey be tired. Be more problems den dat.” She lowered her hand as she returned her gaze to him, “For de most part, dey act like dey in training.” She waved a dismissive hand, “Be havin’ skills, sure. Usin’ dem in battle? Aside from a handful, Da rest act like it be da first time.” That was discomforting with what appeared to be enemies on every side of the tribe. She wasn’t sure how that would be addressed. The tribe had a force, but they weren’t soldiers by any means. It was becoming clear that she would need to discuss the plan for this further with Kanatu. Her eyes lit up as he took out the hem, and nearly as soon as it was offering she had it in her grubby mitts, “Where ya get dis!?” She turned it from one hand to the other, inspecting it closer. She did have a weakness for such things, a weakness that seemed to grow stronger with each passing year. She held it up to let more of the light sneaking through the canopy reflect from its surface. “I like dis one. Might be da best one yet!” There was an excitement in her voice which may have come from the appearance of the gem or something else to focus her attention on.
 Arravien Anderton12/08/2019
Though he was never a fan of his own work the pleasure in her tone and expression made him smile. He was quiet for a moment as he took in her praise. Though it was more so for the gem he had shaped it so that offered a bit more pride his way. "Stole it. Off some goblin I met on the road. Was just in his pocket when he asked directions but it was an ugly hunk of black and dirt." He shrugged as he watched her more openly. Usually any more he tried to hide those types of looks. She didn't appreciate them in the least but he let himself have the moment. "I be plannin on settin up a little work bench in ya hut I can work at. Might be good ta have sometin ta pass da time wit dese villagers. Stickin round one place be difficult for us both." He looked to the trees then so that he could rearrange his features into something a bit more neutral. Watching the rustling of the leaves helped him not to take her praise of the small item to heart. Thinking like that would get him into trouble. "Won't be big, just a little corner thing out of your way. I've worked it out so there's a curtain that can be comin' down between da space for yea."
 Jocelyn Prescott12/08/2019
“Stole it?” She eyed him suspiciously for a few quiet moments. Well, that was a new hobby. He had never mentioned stealing things before, he had even rebuked her on a couple occasions for her own methods of acquiring things. They were her things, other people were just holding them until she discovered them. The thought did bring a slight grin to her lips, “Ya t’ievin’ troll!” Her attention returned to the stone and she brought it closer to her, to inspect it event further. Though she did listen to him as he spoke about a work bench. She hadn’t really given him an invitation for this hut, but if he were to set up a work bench, she figured it was give her first pick of any other stones or gems he might get his hands on. Even still, she felt it important not to be too welcoming about the whole thing. “Suppose I could be allowin’ it.” She looked up at him from her new treasure, “Be lettin’ Wal’ami get a cut of da profits? Or at least pickin’ da best stones, eh?” She tilted her head for a moment as she studied his features looking for those tell tale signs in his expressions to appear. She tucked the gem away, though it was done in a manner that someone may need to search her entirely to ever find it again. Quick, small hands were good for hiding things. “Ya know...” she sat back further and moved one outstretched leg to cross over the other, “Dese people be good, simple people. But Dey ain’t enough Darkspear among Dem.” she smirked at him, “But it be good ya here. At least ya be understandin’ t’ings dey don’t.” For a brief second there may have been a warmness in her tone, but she was quick to force it a way, “I mean a tree troll closer to Darkspear den a Tauren.” She chuckled lightly at that thought, “especially one dat be havin’ dem pretty stones. Be warnin’ ya. Not dat many females wit em.” The corners of her eyes pulled as she narrowed them briefly, “Ya be havin dem needs, ya fill ‘em out of da village. Dey got enough problems.”
December 9, 2019
 Arravien Anderton12/09/2019
He had chuckled lightly at her rebuke of where he found the stone. He used that mirth to mask the feeling that was brought by her approval or or less. His eyes tightened with happiness but that was about the only change that happened. Couldn't appaear too excited now could he? In truth the passing comment was yet another check to be sure of her intent with things. In this case to remain rooted and accepting of his company at least. Still the sound that pulled from his chest was less one if thought and more one of pleasure as he said, "I be thinkin I can be managing first pick to ya. Name ya me quality checker." Her further comments only made it harder for him to control his features. He could feel the tips of his ears going darker. His expression shifted from smiling to smirking. She hadn't spoken of his mating habits and needs for quite some time. It was something of taboo topic between them since that night in Northrend. He wasn't sure what her bringing it up now meant fully but he chose to take it as a promising sign. His eyes grew heavy and he made sure to stare into her face so that she might feel the heat in his gaze. "Outa de village? Ya be meaning those not born ta dem or out away from da land dey take?" Be ripped his tusks up in her direction at the question, ceasing clearly.
 Jocelyn Prescott12/09/2019
“And ya know I be knowin’ quality!” She chuckled lightly at him, glad to have her attention distracted if only for a short time. She made a sniffing sound and starting digging around in a pouch hanging from her belt. “What I be meanin’ ? Ya don’t relieve ya self where ya eat.” She made an ah-hah sound as she withdrew a small vial. “Be meanin’ ya don’t be doin’ dat here. Just be complicatin’ tings.” She shook the clear vial, causing the blueish colored liquid to move back and forth before she offered it to him. “Drink dis. Be helpin’ speed up da process.” She noticed being was wounded, though it was difficult to discern however a lighter step on one side pointed out that it wasn’t his normal gait. She needed him healthy to continue the work on their hut. No. Her hut. It would be necessary for her plans among the tribe. A place of her own to be removed from the public eye. She didn’t trust all of these Tauren, even less were the ones who didn’t approve of other races being present. It would be beneficial to hate a sanctuary of sorts away from that. Plus, it would allow her a place to work on her potions and poisons away from prying eyes. Perhaps if she had such a place, she could’ve concocted something to keep Gru- she shook her head, tossing the thought away. “Kanatu gonna be askin’ ya to get closer. He be seein’ da way we be as if we be up ya bad voodoo.” She shook her head which caused her braids to tussle before landing back on her chest. “He don’t be understandin’ our ways, me t’inks.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug, “Not dat we be carin’.” She added that in so it didn’t appear as if the chieftains opinions carried any weight, they did even if she refused to admit it, but she had to keep up appearances.
December 10, 2019
 Arravien Anderton12/10/2019
Until she popped his little bubble he hadn't realized that he had unconsciously been entertaining memories of their one night together. Hoping that when they came to be alone he might have another chance. Of course her command dismissed any idea of that. He took the vial to have a natural way to lower his eyes. He inspected it and pocketed it, assuming that she had already taken some for herself. When he looked back up he would be noticeably quieter and more reserved as he listened. Still stretched out and open but perhaps distracted. As much as he worked to ease his thoughts away from ideas and plans that involved her wrapped around him once more bringing it up only brought those memories back to him fully. The dappled light of the forest as well as the scent of her and the forest and blood filled the small space they relaxed in only added to her allure.
He tilted his head to the side as she finished her thought. She did care. If she didn't care about the chieftain's opinion she would never have brought it up as if it wasn't worth the breath to speak on. He found it curious what would bring about such loyalty to a bull man but he likely wouldn't find out. "I be gettin closer in me own time. It be soundin like dis chieftain needs be learning some patience. He be gettin what he want from me so what does it matter if I don't be joinin dem at meals and sleepin round where I can be tramped by hooves in da night? Besides ya want me ta be leavin dat oda Darkspear be an da best way be not present at all. I be here for you, Wal'ami." He sat up a little bit so that he could brush one of his fingers over the back of her hand to ensure that he had her attention and because he simply wanted to and perhaps it would not cause her to pull away this time. "If ya be wantin me ta have a chat wit him I be doin dat. Settin tings straight wit da boss man so he be lettin da matter be, no?"
December 17, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
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[9:27 AM]The wyvern’s heavy tailed thumped against the ground as the Darkspear secured the satchel to its saddle. “Ya be relaxin’. Never be so bad.” Chevok didn’t seem to care for the words, he was tired of spending the time around the village with an occasional outing. He seemed to be as restless as his master when it came to that. She took a step back and admired her work, her gaze then drifting over the area where work had begun on her future hut. The Gelkis war party had shown them some friendship, though she wasn’t sure how Kanatu would take the news. For her own mind, the more able bodies they had the better they could defend the village and eventually address the Magram threat. She was quite pleased with how the meeting played out. Perhaps the peaceful chieftain just needed a gentle push in the direction of war. She brushed her hands off before placing them on her hips, “Now where dat troll be skulkin’...” her golden orbs moved towards the west, wondering if Aja’it had returned to the village after that meeting, or perhaps he decided to sleep in the wilds as was often his preference.
 Arravien Anderton12/17/2019
Aja'it had spent a great deal of time wandering the area looking for nothing in particular. Meeting both Okunn and Enyetof after observing them for some time had put a strain on his reclusive nature and the disappointment of not cutting a few centaur legs had set him in a bit of a mood. Staying peacable when he thought all the centaur would understand was blood grated on his wits. He debated on going out and dealing with the problem alone. He was not bound to the chieftain like the others. But he was bound to Wal'ami. He would return to the village a few hours after Wal'ami and he stood on the outskirts in full view under the bridge. He had decided that there was little point in hiding any longer but he still refused to enter the village aside from building the hut which was a slow process but one he was enjoying. The idea of permanence was a curious one but he worked to avoid contact with any others and always kept his hood up. The moment, late into the night, was no different. He squatted down and looked up at the bridge, waiting for the flash of bright pink that was visible no matter the time of day. While he waited he let his mind drift into empty space.
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
She took a cursory glance around, noting the daylight was giving way to the darkness she made a tch sound and stepped away from Chevok. She had believed she had a great idea, but that disgusting forest troll was not here for her to tell. That was nearly infuriating, he was never around at the proper time. It was also not true, but in her anger she often forgot about truth and facts. She made her way through the village, which she found to be quieter than usual. It was a relief. The armored wyvern followed behind her, giving her a few paces of space as she made her descent down from the hill top and onto the lower grounds. "Boy!" She took a glance around, though she hadn't spotted him yet. She knew her voice had a way of irritating him, especially when using the nickname/insult she had given him all those years ago. "Where be you, boy!? Dis important1" She didn't care that she was being loud, so much. Though she had a plan, and her old companion was part of it.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton12/17/2019
With an internal sigh the troll stood and turned. She was not far and the shock of pink hair was easily seen through the patch of trees and undergrowth that blocked her view of him. His irritation quickly moved to smug satisfaction. He loved when she was riled up, more so when he could get the better of her. Sneaking as quietly as he could with some of the talents that he had learned form her over the years he crept up behind her. The wyvern gave a sniff of the air and a yawn at the exact moment when Aja'it stepped out of the shadows on one side and said loudly, "Wha'chu yellin for Woman!" He still had his hood up and might have looked like he was smirking under the lion head. He made sure to stay well back from her though so that she couldn't stab him by accident as he continued, "What be so important ya be needin a little, ol, weak, stinky... and what wsa da oda one? Ah, dirty, tree troll ta be helpin ya?"
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
She was startled when he finally emerged, and it was good that he kept his distance because when she gasped the nails of one hand cut through the air in the direction of the voice. "Aja!" She paused to grumble, either upset that he snuck up on her or that she missed him entirely, it was difficult to tell. "Don't be needin' not'in from no tree troll!" She snorted to herself and threw a leg over the Wyvern's saddle. Once she was comfortable she moved forward on the saddle a bit farther and reach a hand back to pat the space behind her, "Be goin'. Got somet'in dat needs checkin' on." She nodded abruptly, it should've been clear she had no intention of taking no for an answer, "If ya be skulkin' 'round dis village, den I be showin' ya somet'in." Chevok raised his head and let out a groan in protest; it was unclear what the protest was a response to.
 Arravien Anderton12/17/2019
Aja's amusement at her irritation flickered and died as she made motion for him to mount up on the wyvern. He gave her a look of venom and asked like a petulant child even as he clambered onto the wyvern, "How come it be all da days we been tageda ya be likin da ground and now afta a few weeks wit des fat tauren ya be lovin da air?" He moved to sit behind her, wrapping the harness of the wyvern's saddle around his legs and winding one long arm around her waist to hold onto her other hip while his other hand clasped onto her shoulder, squeezing firmly. After a few moments he nodded. "Alright, take me ta see dis ting an don't be doin any strange tricks. It be unbecomin ta loose ya meal all ova a pretty woman."
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
She shifted a bit as she felt his arm go around her, she knew it was coming but it still caught her off guard. "Dat's simple." Chevok began walking away from the village at a slow pace, "Be seein' t'ings from da air ya don't be seein' from da ground. Dese Tauren....Dey be somet'in different, ya be seein' dat some day." She nodded as if to agree with her own words. She glanced over her shoulder at him, "And if ya be losin' ya meal, Chevok might be losin' a rider." She couldn't hide the smirk that formed just before she turned her head back. Aja'it would've had little time to respond to her remark as Chevok seemed to leap into the air and his wings expanded to carry them higher. She hadn't planned any fancy maneuvers today, today her plans were different. Her plans involved educating that old tree troll. Chevok flew in a large circle around the village to gain altitude. As they rose, the torches and fires from the village below became much smaller and dotted the landscape. Once the wyvern was content with the height, he made one more pass around the village before flying south. Wal'ami gripped the reins and enjoyed the cool breeze of the night, "Be dere by sun up. Dat be da plan." Her hair being braided was a benefit, as it added to the weight and kept her hair from lashing the forest troll to death as they traveled.

Arravien Anderton12/17/2019
As the wyvern took flight Aja'it felt his stomach remain firmly attatched to the ground. He tightened his hold on Wal'ami, pulling her tight against his chest. He made no sounds and no wild movements but she would know him well enough to catch his change of breathing, the stiffness of his body, the faint smell of sweat that mingled with the healthy moss on his skin. He tucked his head down against her shoulder. For once he seemed to forget his rule of no touching that has been established since the night in Northrend. Little mattered when the feeling of death hung about the shoulder. "Sun up." He nodded and looked to the east where, at their height, he could see the curve of the world where the stars stopped at the line of the earth. He swallowed and said in a dark tone, "What ya be takin me ta see?" He was grasping at something to be a distraction clearly.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
"Special place." She didn't move, it was strange feeling his grip and she knew most of it was due to fear, though she couldn't bring herself to rebuke him for it. At least not for the moment. "Place be remindin' me of ya." A slight smirk crossed her lips, though it was most likely unseen as she kept her gaze forward. The pair traveled through the night. There were on occasion small lights seen on the ground spotting the landscape on occasion. They broke up the darkness below, but at this height it would be difficult to discern if these were campfires of enemies or allies of the Skyrunner. As promised, the sun would begin to peak off in the distance. As the dark sky gave way to gray in the early hours of daylight, the lush forests could be seen in the distance. Just beyond the ridge, "Almost dere. Ya best not be sleepin'." She let out a light chuckle before leaning a bit further forward, "As they crested the ridge the twin collossals, as they were called came into view, standing well above the forest below. Chevok began to drift to the right as they approached, his wings remained rigid as he moved on the wind. Taking his time to circle the western one. The animal seemed to be making a spectacle of the approach, as if it were rehearsed or at least planned. On top of the nearest of the two was a pond, which seemed to flow over one side creating a fall that ran all the way to the forest floor below. Around the pond, the ground was green and vibrant.
 Arravien Anderton12/17/2019
Aja'it had spent the night in fearful silence, clutching onto the one thing he feared losing. It wasn't a bad way to spend the night though that realization would not hit him for many days. As they came up he recognized the deep forest of Feralas. Though more like a jungle than the lush mountain pine forests of his people the sight of natural born trees not forced by a druid's had was more than welcome. He lifted his head from her shoulder and rubbed his face against the side of her head to get the hood to fall back. Not daring to remove his hands from around her. The sight of the two standing pillars was more than a curiosity to him. He lifted his head a little more, the wind whipping through his tall hair. Eventually he was distracted enough by the pond with no source that fed the waterfall that his grip relaxed a touch. He still was holding on but the feel of him was not so afraid and harsh. He asked in her ear, "What be causin such a place? Der be a elemental livin up here?" He turned slightly, his tusk brushing her cheek. It was this touch that reminded him of their unspoken agreement and he quickly turned his head away again. Infact he put a bit of distance between them as much as he could while still holding on. His chest pulled away from her back and his chin no longer rested on her shoulder.(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
She remained still, though she felt his movements clear enough. She knew the change in posture was a good thing. This special place was as appealing to him as she expected it to be. "Don't be knowin'. Just be knowin' I like dis place." She nodded and Chevok began to make his descent, circling once again as they came down. It was long before the wyvern landed on the soft moss covering the top of the structure. Once they were settled on the ground she motioned to the green surrounding them, "Be makin' me t'ink of ya. Since ya be havin' da same stuff on ya skin." There was a smirk on her lips as she remained atop Chevok, waiting for him to dismount, however, her tone had far more sincerity to it than usual. There was still a breeze at this height, but it was far more solid than the back of a flying wyvern would have been. The sound of the fall was constant, though not angry or forceful, it could have even been pleasant to the right set of ears.
 Arravien Anderton12/17/2019
For a moment he simply sat, though his feet did move to make contact with the ground he let his eyes and ears take in the pillar top from the back of Chevok for a long moment before he smirked and dismounted. He moved a few paces away and squatted down to touch the moss and soft ferns. There was a smile on his face now. This spot, with the vew as if high in a tree, the falls and the temperate nature of the air felt like his world. It was more than that. It was her, thinking of him when he wasn't around, her taking him to this place that touched him. There were not many moments like this in their time but he could name them all in great detail. When he stood once more to look at Wal'ami he had ventured to the side of the pool and dipped his toes into the chilled water. "Ya be findin dis place exlorin when ya cant be sittin still in dat village any more, no?" He guessed as he watched her movements and expressions. His hair, more flat due to the wind coursing through it from before, waved slightly with his movements and the calm wind of the area and it wafted over the distinct smell he used in his gels.
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
She watched him carefully as he dismounted and inspected the new area, she couldn't deny that she was pleased to see him enjoy it. At least that's what his body language was telling her. Slowly, she leaned forward and pulled her leg from over the wyvern so she could feel the soft moss under her bare feet. "Somet'in like dat." She removed the sack she attached to Chevok's saddle earlier, and almost as soon as the clasp was released the beast took flight again. He appeared to fly further south, off to investigate who knew what. Chevok, much like his master, enjoyed his time off on his own and she had no intention of keeping him from such activities. Wal'ami set down the bag and looked over at Aja'it, "Came dis way after hearin' bout da ruins. Found dem. Likin' dis place more." She offered a brief smile before slowly approaching the water's edge herself, "Ya be likin' dis place, too?" She took a glance around, finding a simple enjoyment in the view. She did enjoy a good view and from here it was like looking over the top of the world. It made her feel smaller, but also, free-er somehow. She didn't quite understand it.
 Arravien Anderton12/17/2019
He watched her as she came over to the pool and only nodded. He did quite enjoy the spot and the view. The only trouble was that it was so high up that he wasn't sure that even he could scale the smooth face of the spires. But perhaps that was part of her design. Get him to buy into the blasted wyverns. His thinking could be seen behind his eyes as he looked her over, his simple pleased expression turning more aware in the moment. "It be a good place." He looked back to the water and his first thought was to ask how deep the pool ran though he never actually voiced that question. he guessed it was rather deep and far too deep to try and swim. He motioned to the bag with her, "Bringin somtin ta eat or ya gonna make a poor tree troll go hungry?" He smiled in a teasing kinda of way as he unclasped the cloak from around his shoulders, apparently prepping to lay it out for them to sit on.
 Jocelyn Prescott12/17/2019
“Be far enough away from all dat. Peaceful.” She looked over at him curiously, that was until he asked about the bag, “Ya t’ink about ya belly more den da Tauren.” She couldn’t keep back the chuckle, as much as he had voiced his dislike of them...she knew this teasing was appropriate. She raised the bag with one arm, “And yes, Dere be food.” As he lay out the cloak her other hand moved to her belt and freed the buckle, letting the belt, along with her knives fall to the ground behind her. She stepped onto the cloak and lowered down to her knees, placing the bag in front of her, “Don’t be bringin’ much. Trolls don’t be eatin’ like dem bulls.” She smirked over at him as she began to rifle through the bag’s contents. She removed a small package of jerky which was wrapped in a simple cloth to keep it clean and laid it out between them. He then removed a bottle which seemed to have traveled without breaking. She set that down too. Once she was satisfied with the offering, she set the bag aside carefully. It was apparently not empty yet. She rolled onto her hip to get comfortable, keeping her legs tucked under her, “Be some Plainstrider meat and some moo berry juice. Don’t know if ya be likin’ dat sweet stuff.” She raised her shoulders in a shrug, “could be eatin’ dis moss if it ain’t good enough for a tree troll.” She flashed a sarcastic grin at him, her teasing still apparent.
December 18, 2019
 Arravien Anderton12/18/2019
He chuckled at her ribs and pokes at him. Her mood had him just as calm and pleased. He had a flash of suspicion as he reached to take a slice of the jerky as the vivid tattoo of the snake could be seen poking out from under his bracer. Still she did not have that over excited look or breath she usually got when she was about to poison someone so he took a piece and tore into it. He gave her a nod and a pleased sound and he settled further. He pulled his axe from the catch on his back and set it to the side so that he was as weaponless as she. He stretched his legs out again and leaned on one elbow so that he could watch her comfortably. "Da juice be fine. Been havin wata since comin ta Desolace an unspiced meat. Ya be treatin dis one well taday." He smiled easily but looked away quickly. Her excellent and friendly mood could vanish at moment and he was going to do his damnedest to see it continue. He looked back to the sky and tree tops to give her her space. "Ya know, for a jungle troll ya be knowing how ta spot a good forest. Be glad ya brought me up here even if ya bout killed me." He flashed a lopsided smirk at her with bright eyes. He knew he had just opened the door for her to poke fun at his fear but he didn't care. He reached for the jug and carefully moved it under his tusks to drink. Thankfully she remembered his need for longer necked bottles with his tusk troubles.
 
 
 
December 20, 2019
 Arravien Anderton12/20/2019
(boops)
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott12/20/2019
She watched him quietly for a moment, quite pleased with herself that he was eating the offering. She stretched her legs out to one side and rested on her own elbow, "Don't be carin' so much dat it be a forest. It don't be Desolace. Be different." She nodded and offered a light smile, "Be nice gettin' away from all dat and dis place be good enough for dat." She reached a hand over to take a piece of the jerky for herself, "Not dat I be hatin' all dat, but changes be nice." She slipped the piece of jerky between her lips and began chewing as she looked over at the small pond. It was peaceful enough up here on top of the world, so to speak. She had made the decision to bring Aja'it to such a place so the two could speak without prying ears. She wasn't sure if others listened to her conversations, but if she were they she definitely would have. As she finished off the bite she looked over at him, a curious expression on her features, "If I'm bein' honest. Didn't t'ink dis all the way. Not sure what to be doin' now." She chuckled lightly, which quickly elevated into a cackle, as she calmed she shook her head, "Mostly was wantin' ta show ya dis place."
 
 
 Arravien Anderton12/20/2019
"An what be so wrong about jus enjoying da time up here in da quiet? Ya always be on da move Wal'ami, always be huntin fer da next ting. It be a good quality but sometimes da best thing be just ta sit in da company of a known soul and look at somtin beautiful." He turned his attention to the water, a gleaming and curious expression fixed to his face. He planned on looking over the water more closely before they left but for the moment he stayed where he was. The wind moving his carefully groomed hair and carrying the forest smells up to them. The warmth of the sun mixed with the humidity of the pool brought life to his mossy skin. He closed his eyes and turned his painted face towards the sun where the light highlighted the bright purple and blue colors he had chosen for the day which were quite out of his normal palette. "Der be somtin ta be said for de tauren a yours woman. Dey be strong and stubborn ta live in such a place by choice, if not a tad foolish. Be reminding me a da orcs choosing ta settle in dat red desert, or da trolls clinging ta der ancient lands and burial catacombs." He turned his face down and cracked an eye to look at her, "Do ya admire Dem for dat or scorn dem?"
 Jocelyn Prescott12/20/2019
She rolled her eyes in response to his comment about slowing down. She had to find something...there was always something to be found. So far she hadn’t found what she was looking for, and at this point she didn’t even know what she was looking for, but she had confidence it was out there somewhere...waiting to be found. The attitude in her expression calmed at his question about the Tauren. “Bit of both.” She turned her gaze over to him and paused for a moment before speaking, “Be somet’in’ said for stayin’ dere. Be da ancient lands for dem. Much like de isles or da jungles.” She shook her head slowly, “Den again, da land be dyin’, too. Not much left of it, be smarter if dey moved somewhere.” She grumbled to herself for a moment before smirking, “Dey won’t be doin’ dat. Be interested in fightin’ wit centaurs and purple skins more den wealth and comfort.” She reached for the bottle of sweet juice and pulled it closer, “So can be admirin’ and scornin’ ‘em.” She smirked at him as if a thought suddenly popped into her head. She placed the bottle against her lips and tipped it for a drink, though she turned her head enough to keep a golden orb locked on him as she drank. As she set the bottle back down she let out a light chuckle, “Ya know. Sometimes dey remind me of ol’ Wal’ami. If just a bit.” After releasing the bottle she moved her hand to rest casually on her thigh, “be rememberin’ Sen’jin village? Dat pink haired troll dat was hatin’ lettin’ a Raventusk in da Darkspear? Da same one hatin’ joinin’ dis new horde?” The tip of her tongue slithered out to get the remnants of the juice from her lips, “Nerv be remindin’ me of dat witch.” She flashed him a playful grin, “Maybe dat change for him some day like it be changin’ for dat one.”
 Arravien Anderton12/20/2019
He watched her as she spoke of the tauren. Her answer gave some insight into her position with them. Her lips were full on the bottle and the glisten of the juice on them caught his eye just as the golden orb she fixed him with. A faint sound pulled from his chest that sounded fairly content and pleased though he seemed not to realize he had made it. He only kept the one eye cracked open, remaining relaxed even as a smirk took over his expression. "Perhaps but ya still don't be likin da forest troll overly much I be tinkin." He closed his eyes so that she could have her moment alone. "I be likin Narv. He be loyal ta his people and don't be carin what de be thinkin. Day boss mon be talking ta him late in da night. De have a respect at least even if der be trouble." He stretched out and rested on his back to look up at the sky, reaching over and fumbling to find the jerky before at last finding a piece and pulling it over to chew on. His long arm flopped back down on the pelt much closer to her than before. The hidden tattoo of the snake could be seen peeking out from under his bracer which usually covered the whole thing. "Ya got ya hand full wit dis one woman though not de deadliest but a glue we gotten into, it be da stickiest."
 Jocelyn Prescott12/20/2019
“Maybe.” She gave him a smirk, “But least I be respectin’ he be Darkspear, now?” She shook her head at that, it was still a difficult thing to admit, even after all these years. “Narv be good for dat. Stickin’ wit dose traditions. Be likin’ makin’ him mad.” There was a fondness on her face at that, annoying Narv had become a bit of a hobby for her. It was fun being on the opposite side of that argument for a change. Her eyes lowered to his arm which was encroaching upon her space. “We been in worse places.” She shook her head and chuckled softly, “but I be agreein’ wit dat one. Tink it be hard to balance. Keepin’ wit da old simple ways, but also preparin’ for a war. A war be comin’ I t’ink. Different war. Not da Horde. Dis tribe and dese purple skins.” She reached a hand over to prod a finger at the exposed tattoo, “Never be askin’. Ya why be gettin’ dat? Be recallin’ ya hated it da first time I drew it.” She withdrew her hand and let it lay on her leg once more, “ya be a weird one, Aja. Dat much be true.”
 Arravien Anderton12/20/2019
He opened both eyes as she touched him by her own choice. He was slightly shamed to realize his heart rate doubled for a few moments. Not for himself as he had come to terms with his feelings a long time ago, but rather that he could not suppress them as she clearly wanted. He shrugged. "First it be a reminder not ta trust snakes or da women dey lay wit. Be a reminder a da hatred I had for ya and what ya did." He moved to get another piece of the spiced meat and ripped into it, the catch of his tusks pulling the bracer back into place to hide the marks without drawing attention to the action. He chewed over the meat for a time more before continuing, "Dat not be da case any more. Realized why I be hatin ya and what ya did. Realized why I be havin trouble wit ya." He turned his head to look at her. His tone had been vulnerable and open but now a smirk pulled at one side of his lips and he returned to his usual guarded and sarcastic tones. "Besides ya be gettin bored woman, if I be anyting less den strange." He looked her over and lowered his arm down but this time to rest on his chest, keeping well away from her. His openness had shut down slightly and he had become a bit tense. "Ya ain't exactly ya average woman either. Der be a great deal about ya day be more den da normal troll but I doubt ya be wanting ta hear about all dat." One of their unspoken rules: don't give out compliments
December 21, 2019
 Arravien Anderton12/21/2019
(boops)
 Jocelyn Prescott12/21/2019
The corners of her eyes pulled ever-so-slightly to narrow at his words initially, not that she didn't agree, but she did consider herself better than a snake. Her eyes returned to a neutral position as he continued, aside from the slowly rising brow, "Oh?" She pondered his words a bit further for a moment in silence before shaking her head, "Wal'ami be different, sure. Everyone be different one way or anot'er." She raised her shoulders in a slight shrug, "I just be doin' what i be wantin'. Dat's all. Not'in' special." Of course she didn't believe that for a moment. She considered herself special, though, perhaps not in the normal way a person might. She reached over for another piece of the jerky and paused as she brought it to rest just before her lips, "What ya be realizin' den? 'Bout your trouble?" There was a curiosity in her tone, it wasn't something either of them often spoke of. It had to do with the rule that were established to keep the distance at a comfortable level for her. Such rules were best, whenever she felt him start to inch himself closer, or vice versa, she would find some excuse to head off in search of some adventure, treasure, or anything else could think of at the moment. Most times this was intentional, others...Other times she wasn't sure exactly why, herself.
 Arravien Anderton12/21/2019
He chewed on his bit of jerky for a long moment, clearly considering his words carefully. The silence went on so long she likely would be getting impatient with him as usual. He always took his time. At length he sucked his teeth and sat up a bit though remained side facing to her and not making eye contact, like a handler might sit in the den of a wild dog so as to not startle them. "It be a lota tings over a lota time. I be realizin ya did what ya thought be right at da time and ya did tink dat. I be realizin dat my hatred of ya only made ya stronger so why botha?" He chuckled lightly and gave her an admiring glance. "I also be realizin dat no matta what ya do, Woman, I be followin ya. It be a game a sorts. Ya run away knowin I be followin an let me get close enough dat I tink I got ya for good, den ya be off again. Never lettin me get fat an soft. It be a good ting. Da more ya run da more I be lookin ta follow, like when we be kids. Chasin afta ya shadow in trainin just ta prove dat I could." He watched the water in the pool forever flow out and away towards the ground, the faint roar taking up his whole focus as he braced himself. While this time he had kept the proclamation of his feelings carefully wrapped up and held in, they no doubt came through in his tone despite his efforts. He could lie through his tusks under torcher, but to keep a simple truth from her was impossible and this time, just like all the others, he expected her to start running once more.
 Jocelyn Prescott12/21/2019
Her lips started to part so she could speak her impatience but, he started so she remained squirt to listen. In response, she made a thoughtful sound. He had obviously given this far more thought than she ever had. It should have come to no surprise to her, but it still surprised her. He was right. She was always on the move, always running from one thing or toward another. She wasn’t even sure if this tribe would be her final place. She thought she wanted it to be, but she wasn’t sure if it could be. Finally, she turned on her back and sat up, “T’inkin’ I wanna stay wit dese Tauren. Be good people. Strong. Maybe a bit slow to act, ot’erwise dey be good.” She decided not to face him as she spoke, but instead to look at the pool in front of them. For a brief moment the water reminded her of herself. The way it flowed over the edge, not stopping. She imagined there would be little that could ever stop that flow. Once water started moving it tended to remain that way. She closed her for a moment as she considered her next words, attempting to pick them carefully. “Be t’inkin’ it easier to stay wit anot’er troll around.” She waved a dismissive hand before he could retort, “Dat zandalari don’t be countin’.” She drew her knees closer and set to releasing the bracers she wore around her ankles, which she promptly removed. “Don’t be knowin’ what gonna be happenin’ wit dem.” Once she was free of them she moved to stand and stepped from the cloak to stand in the soft moss so she could squeeze her toes against it. She then set to releasing the laces on the leather bracers on her wrist and letting them drop to the ground. “Be glad ya be willin’ ya follow dis Darkspear.” She cast him a smirk at that.

Arravien Anderton12/21/2019
Aja'it at first could not believe what he was hearing. Yes she had moved away from him, out of reach, but her words spoke of staying. Spoke of staying with him. He blinked at her as she spoke, not even noticing at first the removal of the pieces of gear. He ran over the words once more, carefully pulling them apart for the signs of her departure. They had to be there. They always were. When he could not find any double meaning he recoiled slightly. Eyeing her with some suspicion. Clearly it was a trap to get his hopes up so that she could dash them later. A cat playing with her mouse. Then she smirked. The feeling eased a bit. Suddenly he felt rather warm as he looked at the bracers and the cuffs that covered her ankles, both on the ground. There were only three things she removed her armor for in this manner and he assumed that she simply did not want to get the items wet. It was the only logical thing she would do, go for a swim. He supressed the other ideas that came to mind. He smiled, though a bit shyly. "I be followin wherever ya go, Woman." His words rang with too much sincerity and feeling so he at once said in a more casual tone while looking for the pile of jerky to carefully select a large piece for himself, "Keeps dia troll in shape an in fightin form. Don't want ta be endin up like some fisher'mon all sun crisped an belly out ta here." He motioned several inches infront of him. Though a fat troll was almost unheard of he knew they were out there. Possibly more among his own kind with their heavy diets and need for padding in the harsh mountain winters.(edited)
 
 
 
December 23, 2019
 Jocelyn Prescott12/23/2019
She listened to his words as her hands moved to work the buckles on her chest piece. She couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at him, “Ya belly be fine where it be.” She dropped her chest piece on the ground behind her and stood with her exposed back to him. “T’ink ya don’t be a great fisher mon anyway. Ya be better wit land beasts.” She let out a sigh as she felt the cool breeze from the pool run over her newly exposed flesh. “Ya might be t’inkin’ it a lie. Comin’ here be a nice break from dem Tauren.” Her fingers started working the laces that held the front of her leather britches closed, “Besides, dis almost be remindin’ me of da village days. Like when we be goin’ swimmin’ and have little ya be worryin’ about.” Once the waist band was loosened enough she worked them down over her hips and bent at the waist to push them down to her ankles before stepping free of the garment. She gave a brief shiver before slow steps carried her to the pool. She walked into the water, stepping away from the bank until her bare body was submerged up to her shoulders, it was then that she finally turned around so she could look at him. “Water was lookin’ warmer from ovah dere!” She let out a laugh and shook her head at him, as she moved her braids to drape over her shoulders. She remained there as she watched him stretched out on the cloak.
 Arravien Anderton12/23/2019
Aja had watcher her in strict silence. His breathing changed noticeably from the relaxed deep tones of a moment ago to hardly there at all, the noise rushed away by the water. His eyes traced the curve of her skin, the shadow where her spine lay. It was an image that was branded into his mind from the few times he had seen it, the few times he had run his fingers over her soft down coverd skin. The shiver that went through him was not helped as she removed her pants before him. He had to use all of his careful self control not to stand and rush her in that moment. The more savage part of his nature flaring up as the one he saw as his became free to gaze upon. He could feel the blood lust coming over him and his eyes turning from amber to orange with that flickering color that had not been seen for some time. He didn't respond at first as she shouted out to him, just watching the misting water rise up around her head. It was clearly a trap. The whole display. He had never seen her so exposed but for the once and he knew she was toying with that memory, toying with him. Dangling herself before him to see if he would make a mistake. Unfortunately all his self control and caution did not exist around her. She was his perfect bait and he started to circle in on it. After a few moments he sat up and shifted so that he was laying out on the pelt facing her but he did not stand or make any other move to join her. He wouldn't until she asked for it. "I could be helpin make it a bit warmer." He kept his eyes, flickering orange like flames, on her golden orbs, a playful look on his lips. "But ya gotta be closin ya eyes if I be doin dat for ya."(edited)
January 9, 2020
 Arravien Anderton01/09/2020
boops)
 Jocelyn Prescott01/09/2020
“Closin’ my eyes? So ya can be sneakin’ up on me? Bah!” She snorted and used her hand to push at some of the water in front of her abruptly to create a small wave of a flash. She moved backwards, farther away from the shore, though she didn’t turn away from him. “Ya know i don’t be trustin’ dem tree trolls!” There was a playful teasing in her tone. If she truly hadn’t trusted him at least a smidge she wouldn’t have sent Chevok away to leave them both stranded atop this massive tree. She lowered herself a bit in the water so her chin was just above its surface as she watched him for a moment in quiet contemplation. As if she were planning out her next move, or trying to decide whether or not to agree with his deal. She blow air from her lips which blew a couple stray strands of pink hair from her face. “Fine. I be agreein’, but only because dis water be cold.” She eyed him suspiciously for a long moment before finally letting the lids of her eyes fall closed. Of course he said she had to close her eyes but said nothing about her mouth, “Ya don’t be takin’ all day, boy. Night be comin’ quick, ya know!”
 Arravien Anderton01/09/2020
Aja'it almost could not believe his ears but before he could second guess or talk himself out of it he was standing, removing the harness and armor he always wore. It was a quick process as he felt his need for her grow. Within moments he had padded to the edge of the water and stepped into the pool, his clothes for once left in a messy heap beside hers. He kept to his own side as he got used to the water's temperature. He watched her to be sure that her eyes were closed. It wasn't that he felt embarrassed by being on display for her, in fact he rather liked that part. In the moment though it felt like a necessary precaution. Like if she saw him she would be reminded what he was and what she did not like about him. He was careful not to move too much as he came closer to her, approaching from the side more than the front. The current of the falls was strong but he used his strong toes to grip at the bottom of the pool. When he was close to her he stirred the water to indicate his location and then very slowly brought his hand out to run down one arm. He was warm, even in the chill of the water. A thoughtful sound rumbled from his chest as he felt the fine strands of the fuzz on her arm flutter in the water's current, "Der be no rush ta be returnin. Ya won' be missed if we leave soon or in da mornin."
 Jocelyn Prescott01/09/2020
Wal'ami waited there with her eyes closed though after a few moments a crease started to form on her brow as what appeared to be impatience began to creep into her mind. What was taking him so long? Perhaps this was some ploy for him to run off and leave her standing there alone. He had probably been waiting for such a chance since Northrend. He was vile in that respect. However, before she could finish her thoughts she let out a sudden gasp at feeling his touch. It was unexpected, though she should've known better, she was still surprised. "Be a Skyreaver. I be missed." A smirk formed on her lips as she considered herself to be of far more important than the tribe or even Kanatu may have. She kept her eyes closed; she wasn't entirely sure why she felt the need to do so. She couldn't ignore that the warm touch was a welcome one. Even agains the chill in the surrounding water, his warmth seemed to find its way through.
January 10, 2020
 Arravien Anderton01/10/2020
Aja'it made another sound in response to her words as he trailed his hand beck down to her wrist and then back up. He moved slightly so that he was behind her, his chest gently pressed into her back further offering her warmth as he matched his breathing with hers. His other hand he brought around to her other arm which he rubbed as well. He was slow and deliberate in his moves, his hands applying firm pressure against her but in no way attempting to move her, not yet anyway. Part of it was to keep her in a state of calm. He needed to ease her into feeling more secure, to in a way worship her which would keep her interest just as much as it allowed him the chance to do so. He had learned a great deal since Northrend including where he had gone wrong. There he had rushed. Springing at the chance to be with her and though she seemed to enjoy it, he had not been all she needed. He intended to fix that now that he had the opportunity. "Ya be missed as ya are by me. Ya be needed by dis tree troll. Needed." It was the only thing he can remember saying he needed with such openness. The last word slipping out in more of a growl as he trailed his right tusk along the outside of her ear slowly, the sharp point no doubt faintly tickling her skin as it threatened to cut into her. As his hands slowly moved up and down her arms, feeling and finding every curve of her skin he leaned into her, bringing his head down to the side of hers where he grazed the side of her neck with one tusk so that the tip ended under her chin and lightly lifted up while he rumbled in his chest possessively.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/10/2020
Her eyes remained closed as she allowed herself to enjoy the warmth from her companion. She would at least allow herself this for a moment or two longer. The warmth was welcome and she found herself leaning back just enough to lean into his chest with a bit more weight. That was the one thing she noticed in the moment, the warmth. She didn’t understand how he was so warm, this world definitely wasn’t. Even she was far from warm, he on the other hand... Her eyes started to open as his words finally hit her. If she were to say she didn’t find them amusing, she would be lying. Something she was good at. Perhaps he was speaking the truth, or he was trying to lull her into a false sense of security so he could abandon her. Oh. He would enjoy that. She shifted a bit at the feel of his tusk. Not to recoil away, but more because she hadn’t anticipated it. She lifted her chin at the nudging of the tip of that tusk. “Needed?” She paused for a moment at that thought, she knew he had chased her. Everywhere. Even recently, he was only helping the tribe because of her. She reached her arm back to rest a hand against his hip as if to steady herself from some imagined fall. “What ya be meanin’, boy?” She knew what he meant, at least she thought she did. No, the question was more an excuse for him to continue talking so she could think, things seemed different since he arrived in Desolace. She didn’t understand it, but he was different and even she felt different...somehow.
 Arravien Anderton01/10/2020
He pressed lightly into the hand she rested on him so that he could support her weight more evenly and to reassure her that he wasn't moving. He continued the slow movements of his touch on her arms, reaching from shoulder to hands in firm but careful touches. There could be felt from time to time a faint tremble in his fingers if he paused for too long a time. He turned his head just slightly so that his tusk could graze over her neck as he pulled away just enough to free a hand and begin to take her hair out of her braids and ties. The vibrant pink was more magenta with the mist and now his wet hands. He worked in silence until all her hair was free. He fanned it out and let the full length cascade down her back before he started the long motions up and down her arms again. He had been using the time to think his words out carefully and when he spoke his voice was deep and soft, almost drown out by the water but the conviction did not suffer for the tone. "I be needin ya in a lotta ways Woman. Be needin ya ta chase an give me a life a adventure. I be needin ya ta play ya mind games ta keep me quick on me toes." There was an amused tone that crept in for a moment but it was almost at once squashed as he continued. "I be needin ya touch an ya eyes on me like de be da touch an gaze a da loa demselves. I be needin ta touch ya like dis whenever I be wishin." He ducked his head down into the hallow of her neck again, his tusk pressing under her chin lightly again as he growled in his chest, his fingers curling forcefully into her skin. After a few moments his breathing eased again and he returned to his more coaxing touches. " Be needin ya as me mate. Der ain't no one in dis world dat I be needin more den ya for a hundred reasons. Ya bewitched me since we be small an ya spellwork be da kind I can't be ignorin or bein far from."
January 11, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott01/11/2020
She remained still and let him have his way as his hands continued to roam over her. He was gentle and warm, though she could feel the tension in his touch at times, he seemed to be able to quell it easy enough. Now, she was no fan of someone touching her hair. She was very particular about it, but she felt no urge to rebuke him for it. The calming sensation from him freeing may have had something to do with it. A pleased sound escaped her which may or may not have been intentional. His touch coupled with his words were painting a beautiful picture for her. He had not mentioned wanting anything, it was need. Need was the word he chose. “How ya know dis not be a mind game right dis minute?” A smirk briefly appeared on her lips before it faded. She was playing no game in the moment, but she needed to keep some distance even if only for herself. There were nights when they were separated that he found his way into her thoughts and there was little she could do to push them aside. She had lost countless hours of sleep from it, which was his fault. Even still, she would most likely never admit to such things. Wal’ami leaned back into his more fully, letting her hips drift back so that she was pressed back against him, “Not sure Wal’ami be Da best for a mate. Ya know how she be runnin’ here and dere. Bein’ free.” Her words seemed to contradict why she had told him so far about the tribe, her body seemed to be just as contradictory. “Sound like ya be askin’ for more den a night of matin’ to dis Darkspear.” She let her eyes fall closed, partly because his touches were relaxing, and partly because she would be able to hear his response better.
 Arravien Anderton01/11/2020
He rumbled faintly in his chest. His self control was starting to slip and he had to focus on his responce. Rushing now would do no good. He let his long arms trail down to her thighs where his fingertips ran over the smooth skin along the outside curve. As she pressed back into him he took a deep breath to calm himself but there was no hiding his need for her. He pressed back for a moment, his hands tightening again before he relaxed. No rushing. No scaring her off again. Not this time. "I be knowin dis be no mind game cause I be knowin you Woman. I be knowin ya nevah be running far enough away dat I not b catchin up an dis time ya ask for it." He pulled his head away so that his tusks trailed on her soft skin around the base of the neck and around to the other side. He waited a moment to answer he next objections so that he could take in the smell of her, the feel of her weight against him. When he spoke his voice was even lower, faintly growling and possessive, "I be da judge a who be a good mate for Aja'it. I be choosin ya now an inta da next life no matta how far ya run we be running togeta. Ya be my Darkspear an ya be needed at da side a dis Reventusk." His hands slipped to the front of her thighs where he trailed them up from her knees in a long smooth stroke. "Da question be put ta ya now Woman. Will ya let me stand at ya side ta run as one? Rippin our enemies apart an drinking der blood togetha wit no one else? Ya be ready ta call me yours?"

Jocelyn Prescott01/11/2020
His touch, moreso his grip, had a heat rising up in her, but she did what she could to keep it controlled. She needed her head to be clear in such a moment, especially with so much at stake. His words were almost as detrimental to her condition as his touch. She liked what she had heard. He did always come following after her...It was appealing, almost like some sort of game she had been playing with him over the years. She moved her hands down to rest them over his on her thighs, "What about all de ot'er tings, den?" A frown crossed her lips, though thankfully her back was still to him. She was able to correct her expression quickly enough before continuing. "Ya be sayin' dese sweet t'ings and I like hearin' 'em." She turned in his arms so she could face him, though she was sure to keep enough distance so that his tusks didn't take out one of those golden orbs. She raised one hand from the water to grasp one of his tusks and gave a slight pull downward to direct his face down towards hers. "Be t'ings." her eyes seemed to dart around his features as if studying them, looking for a slight change in them. "Be secrets. Both be havin' dem. Much as Wal'ami be wantin' dis...She can't be speakin' for what da next day be bringin'." There was a brief look of concern in her gaze, or perhaps there was hurt there. Even she wasn't sure what she felt in that moment. Her other hand moved up to rest on his chest as she continued to look up at him, "None be knowin' dat. Look at what be happenin' wit da Sen'jin village when we be comin' back from dat trainin'. Gone." It was something that constantly pulled at her, a memory she had trouble getting over. She remembered it clearly. The elders said everyone was gone, and gave Aja'it complements on his training. She had not forgotten that. She never would.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/11/2020
Aja'it let her speak in silence, allowing her to turn in his arms, his hands finding their way to the back of her thighs where they lightly brushed the bottom curve of her rear. He looked down at her with the flicking orange light in his eyes. He made a false attempt to pull his tusk from her hand, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes before he submitted to her touch, rumbling deeply as she put her hand on his mossy chest. After a moment of listening to her he pulled one of his hands up to brush some wayward hair from her face and to trace the line of her jaw and lips and tusks. "Ya nevah be one ta worry before, why start now?" He trailed the hand down her neck and ever lower into the water. "Ya be speakin true, we can'ne be knowin about dis tribe a yours an der be secrets between us but dat be da way a tings. Dis tribe might be gone in a week, or a year but we be havin us. Be havin one anoda. We always be havin dat. As for da secrets, we be tellin those in time. I be tellin ya one a mine if ya ask." He continued to lower his hand, trailing his fingers between her breasts down to the soft fuzz on her belly. "How I be buyin dem gems for ya in Orgrimmar intendin ta give dem to ya when we completed da trainin as a.... well as a message to ya about how I be feelin. Course ya got dem anyway." His hand turned to that it pointed down now rather than up and rested flat on her belly. "Da village, des folk, day seem strong but dey be stronger wit ya, an... wit me on da side. If ya be fearin for dem it be on ya ta make dem strong. I already be seein ya influence on dem my Woman."
 Jocelyn Prescott01/11/2020
She watched him for a moment as she felt his hands travel. She found that she was beginning to like his touch more and more. She even found herself leaning into his touch as it traced her face, which was more of a reflex than something she did intentionally. Even with his roaming hands igniting that heat in her again she listened to his words. As if they suddenly carried more weight than they had in the past. She had an answer for why there was cause for worry. It was a simple thing, really. Now she had far more to lose than she had in the past. She had a son to consider, which she hadn’t felt the need to when she was disconnected and on the other side of the world following some new aspiration. Now though, now things were different. Then there was Aja’it. He had followed her once again, and the thought of him following her here and helping with the tribe left her feeling indebted to him. She moved her hand up hips chest, her touch heavier than before. She let it glide up over his shoulder and to his neck to grasp the base of it. “Dem gems...” she looked at him with a look of surprise, as if the thought had never crossed her mind. Though there was a tinge of warmth in her gaze as she realized what he spoke was truth. “Dey be strong. But not like us. Dey be different.” She gave her head a brief shake as if she didn’t want to think about the Skyrunner in this moment. She heard each of his words and didn’t rebuke his last statement, his possessive one. Instead it sounded far more appealing in this moment. “If what ya be sayin’ be true...” she gave his tusk a gentle tug before releasing her grip on it and lowered her hand into the water to rest on his hip. “Den I be ready ta call ya mine. Tree troll.” Her grip on his hip tightened and she used it to tug at him, attempting to coax him closer.
January 12, 2020
 Arravien Anderton01/12/2020
He smirked down at her as she said what he had waited to hear for so very long, his eyes flashing and burning as she tugged at him. He needed no more encouragement than that. He moved into her, leaving just enough space so that his hand could finish it's journey. His fingers pushed one leg aside at the same time that his other hand gripped her rear with considerable force so that the two actions forced the leg up and out, allowing him free access to her. He teased her for a moment, slowing his rush and easing his pressure just a touch so that she didn't bolt. Even now that was a worry for him as he carefully circled her, enjoying the feel of her slick skin under his sensitive fingertips. This wasn't like Northrend where they had to stay bundled up, where it was quick to satisfy a need for the physical, the need to mate for her, and for him. This was a moment they could enjoy properly and he intended to keep her there a long time. She could not return to the village if she could not walk. At least right away. A low animalistic growl had started in his chest, much too realistic to be anything an unaltered troll could make. His breathing was short and shallow as his muscles flexed around her. He kept his eyes open as he watched her, watched her face and her eyes with bright intensity. He lowered his head so that he could press his forehead into hers, his tusks tilted down so that they were near vertical, the points touching the center of her chest with some pressure. He used it to push her back towards the edge of the pool. If she complied her back would end up against the smooth rocky edge.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/12/2020
Her lips parted with a sudden gasp as he manipulated her leg. Though it certainly was not out of fear. Her hand on the back of his neck tightened when his touch moved down over her. He was far different than he was in Northrend. They both were. Her breaths became short and as he rested his forehead against hers she shifted her eyes up to look at his own. There was a hunger in his gaze, the thought of the source of it caused the corners of her eyes to pull slightly. She was quite pleased with herself to have that sway over him.
As a change, she allowed him to lead her to the edge of the pool. A brief grin crossing her lips as her back made contact with the smooth stone. She remained still, taking the moment in for a moment. Taking him in. Her voice was low, but tougher than normal and her hand on his hip tightened its grip, “Be takin’ dis Darkspear.” She moved her leg further aside to allow him more room, though she kept her eyes locked with his.
 Arravien Anderton01/12/2020
His smirk turned more aggressive as she allowed him to lead for a moment. He drew her leg around so that it could wrap around his hip, allowing him even more access to slip a finger inside of her, gently moving back and forth as a tease and to make sure she was ready. His hand that had guided her leg around moved to her chest where he grabbed at her hungrily, kneading the soft flesh as he lifted his head again, tilting his head to the side so that he could stay close and not stab her with his tusks. "Ya be beautiful Woman." He smirked even more as his eyes roamed over her face freely with all the desire and affection he felt. It was the first time he let his expression show how intense his feelings were. "Beautiful as da sunsets a Echo Isles over da sea with da stars shinning through da tree branches." He worked her a bit more, faster and with more pressure, curling his finger so that the pad could run over the top of her. "An ya be fierce. Da fury a raptors an wind serpents an lions be in ya soul. My fierce hunta." He manipulated her with each sentence, drawing out the pressure against her in the hopes of punctuating each important point with a moment of increasing pleasure.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/12/2020
(Boops himself)
 Jocelyn Prescott01/12/2020
Her brow twitched briefly as he manipulated her leg around him. It was a different side of him. He had always been aggressive, though rarely with her in such a manner. Of course she had done everything in her power to keep him from doing so. That was over now. As her knee bent around him she flexed her leg, using it to keep a firm hold on him. She let out a short breath as his finger found its way into her warmth. “Aja...” was all she could get out before his other hand was on her, she hadn’t noticed his strength before, or at least not like this. The heat was rising in her, brought on by his touch. At least in part. He wasn’t sure if it was only his touch, or if his words somehow produced the same reaction in her. She closed her eyes for a moment to let herself be lost in the rising pleasure. That only made his words more clear against the sounds of the water around them. His words had somehow broken something in her. Hearing his praise, hearing his thoughts and feelings that had been pent up over all those years finally being out in the open only increased her want for what he promised. Her breaths were rapid and she opened her eyes to look at his own with a hunger present in her gaze. If that wasn’t for him to understand, she released his neck and brought her hand down to his chest. Wal’ami curled her fingers against his moss covered flesh with perhaps more force than she intended.
 Arravien Anderton01/12/2020
He made a rather pleased sound as he got just the reaction he wanted from her. He pulled his hand away from her and trailed it up her thigh and around her hip so that he could grab her rear possessively and pull her closer to him roughly so that she could feel him against her. "An ya be cunnin. Onea de smartest trolls I be known. Ya outwit ya enemies so when death take em only da loa know who it be dat sent der souls ta Bwonsomdi." He almost purred as she pressed her nails into his chest, seeming to not care about the pressure as he slowly rocked himself over her, causing soft ripples to move over the water. The hand on her chest lightly pinched her nipple, drawing it towards him gentle for a moment before he let it go so that he could watch the small bounce she gave under the water. He dipped his head so that he could get under her chin, running the tip of his long nose of there flesh and carefully drawing a line over her collarbone with the sharp points of his tusks with enough pressure that they would leave a stinging trail behind but not break the skin. "Ya be fulla passion. Ya heart beats wit da flood of emotions as if da heart a da world beat as ya own. Ya anger bear fearsome ta behold. Ya hate be eternal. Ya loyalty be unwaverin once it be earned. Ya love be burning witin ya fulin ya witchy arts ta ensnare dis Forest troll." He rocked a bit harder against her, hoping to tease her long enough that she asked for it again. Partly to reassure himself that she wanted this, and partly because each time she said his name, said she wanted him his heart soared and he was filled with a warm pleasure.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/12/2020
His sudden grip on her and the way he pulled her to him caused a gasp to escape her throat while a grin appeared on her lips. Well, this was certainly a change. A welcome one, but a change none the less. His words came again as he continued his teasing. His words had a sweetness to them, and she couldn't help but wonder just how long ago he put them together. They were smooth and it was unlikely that he was just putting them together in the heat of the moment. Speaking of heat, she felt the heat rise up to the surface of her flesh as the tip of his tusk moved over her. She saw his gaze move to her breast as he toyed with her, and she once again decided not to rebuke him. This moment was something he claimed to have waited for, and she would not rob him of it. Though she had her own moment to think about. She took a deep shakey breath as she looked at him and her leg wrapped around his hip tightened again, as if trying to force him forward, "Aja...Ya be askin' fer dis..." She had to pause to take a breath, "Den ya don't be toyin' wit me." She shifted her hips a bit as if she could suddenly draw him into her with such a motion, "Be wantin' dis....Now." She locked her gaze onto his face to punctuate her last word. There was a want, a primal need rising up in her from his touches and here he was prolonging things even more. Part of her admired him for it as she often would do the same over a kill..She wasn't as pleased to be on the opposite end of that spectrum, though. She drug her fingernails down his chest, increasing the force. This was partly due to the passion of the moment, and partly to relieve some of the tension she had building up within her. She would've squirmed more if she wasn't so pinned by him in this position. The tip of her tongue slithered out to wet her lips as she looked at him, pure hunger in his gaze.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/12/2020
He looked into her face, meeting her eyes with his own which continued flickering that orangish color, and a feral grin spread over his face. He let go of her rear so that he could push her up against the smooth stone wall completely. His hand trailed up to the one that was clamped around the back of his neck and he moved it down to join her other hand on his chest where he took both wrists in his bigger hand and held her firmly though she could easily break his hold if she wanted. He held her wrists to his chest for a moment before he lifted them up to press against the wall of the pool just above her head. The long grasses at the edge of the pool could be felt by her hand no doubt as he rose to his greater height. With her hands settled he used his free one to run over her body and down around her rear to better be able to support her so she didn't get too banged up against the rock wall. "Put ya leg around me Woman." His tone was not a question in the least but it lacked the edge of a command. There was too much passion and need in it for that. While she got settled he pulled his hand from around her rear to be able to ease himself just into place just inside of her. He never closed his eyes as he looked down at her. As if he didn't want to miss anything that was about to happen. The mists and water had washed away his usual ritualistic paints and even flattened his hair a considerable amount though he didn't seem to notice as he waited for her to settle. The moment she put her other leg around him he would reward her patience by driving deep and none too gently into her, forcing her flat against the wall as he squeezed her wrists tightly.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/12/2020
She kept a close watch on him as he guided her hand down to his chest, then trapped her wrists. Once her arms were above she gave them a solid tug, not so much to break free but more to feel his strength that she was quickly becoming accustomed to. A smirk quickly crossed her lips at the command but she complied and slid her other leg around him. The Darkspear moved one ankle the over to lock he legs around him. After all, if he was going to keep her there, she would do the same. She stared up at him, her breath already uneven with anticipation. She wouldn’t need to wait long though as he thrust forward into her forcefully. It was sudden and it was strong. As she was pressed against the rock wall she couldn’t keep herself from crying out, “Aja!” It was not a cry of pain or discomfort, however, there was an obvious sound of pleasure in her tone. As he reached the bottom of his thrust her legs tightened around his waist as if she was trying to hold him there; keeping him as a brief prisoner inside her heat. Besides, there was little else she could do in the moment. He had her thoroughly pinned against the stone. She stared at him hungrily as her chest rose and fell. It finally occurred to her that through all of her running and dodging of the man, he finally caught his prey. It was fitting for him to take every measure possible to keep her from running off. She took a deep breath as the grip of her legs relaxed just enough for him to move and her voice was more of a growl than speech, “More.” She kept her golden orbs locked onto his face as if she was studying it, looking for some sort of lie in her features. Something to tell her this was all he was after and once he had this conquest he would be gone.
 
 
[10:21 PM]That thought angered her, even if there was no truth to it. She decided she would make him stay, make sure she was the only one she desired. Without moving physically she tightened herself around his length as much as she could. He would remember this as the best he had ever known.

Arravien Anderton01/12/2020
As she had called out his name Aja had gripped her wrists more tightly and had sucked in a breath as he relished how she sounded under his attentions. The pleasure in her voice was everything to him in that moment. He met her eyes as she looked up at him a warm shock moving through his core as he saw whatever emotion was in her eye. He couldn't be sure what it was but he knew he liked it. Knew he wanted to give her more of it, to see that look about her always. He needed no other encouragement than her command and squeeze to continue. If she hadn't said so he likely would have gone on anyway. Much too late to turn back as she was his now. He took a deep breath and withdrew to his very tip before slamming back into her again. He was not gentle, and he was not controlled in how far he pressed himself on her. His lips pulled back in a snarl of pleasure and triumph as he continued, taking no pause and no moment to let her steady herself as he took up a hard and fast rhythm. He leaned heavily on her bound hands and the hand on her rear grabbed at her, even giving her a small slap from time to time though the water almost completely negated the force of it. A huffing growl was coming from him now as he started to abandon himself to the moment with her. His face turned down again to rest forehead to forehead with his mate.
 
 
 
January 13, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott01/13/2020
There was something about the moment, something she had missed for most of her life. Perhaps it was the fear that drove her away after Northrend. The fear that he could abandon her. When they finally returned to each other she had vowed not to let them get too close, not to let this happen again. Yet here they were.. and she did not wish for any change. A moan escaped her lips as a wave of pleasure moved through her at his thrusts. It was enough to pull her from her thoughts and back to the moment. At the bottom of each thrust her legs tightened around him, though only briefly as the pace he was setting didn’t allow for much more. That slap on her bottom caused her to grin. It was an unexpected sensation and even though the water beneath her kept his full force from landing on her it was more about the motion of it. When his forehead fell to rest against hers she kept her golden orbs upturned to gaze at him, not wanting to break that connection with him as he continued. She felt the pleasure welling up inside her, like spring tightening and tightening, waiting to snap. Her lips were open and her breath heavy as she let out another moan, this one seemed to be much lower than the last. A more primal sound brought on by her carnal desire for her mate. He was her mate...finally.
 Arravien Anderton01/13/2020
Aja'it pressed into her more firmly as he released her hands and went to grab her legs. He forced one leg out to the side while the other he pulled up so that her calf rested on his shoulder. He put a great deal of trust in her ability to stay above the water as he looked over her panting deeply, eyes burning into her own. His hands gripped at her legs with enough force that if she was not a troll he might have left bruises. Keeping her legs trapped in his grip gave him more control over his thrusts which pressed even deeper inside of her. He relished the look in her eye, the tightness of her as she contracted around him with each stroke. As she moaned deeply he snarled at her in return. The deep throaty sound was much too animalistic to be usual, even for him. He leaned forward, forcing her back against the wall once more though kept hold of her legs. He knew that she would not be satisfied with only once this night. It was her way to want more with everything as it was his way to give. Prolonging the pleasure would only make her angry and he did not have the strength after so many years to withhold himself. His strokes came harder and more erratic as he clutched at her body, his breaths coming in short pants. He knew he could share this with her again in only a short time.

Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She allowed him to manipulate her legs as he chose, she would benefit after all. As his thrusts found their way deeper into her she couldn’t hold back the moan and it caused a hand to move to grasp his tusk and give it a tug. She was already looking down at her, and this would prevent him from looking otherwise. There was a hunger for him in her eyes which she kept locked on his face, that is when they were open. At times her eyes would fall closed as a wave of pleasure moved through her at his attentions. There was something very appealing to her, being the center of his attention. There was no tribe, centaurs, only him in this moment. As she felt him come to his release within her a smile came to her lips, though they remained parted to allow for her heavy breaths. She had been able to do that, and while she hadn’t reached her own, she trusted his stamina to continue again in a few short moments. She could wait for that. This moment was far more than just that. She remained still, against the rock, aside from the hand moving to rest flat against his chest. There was a brief look of affection in her features as she looked up at him wore finally finding her voice again, “T’inkin’ I be pickin’ a good mate.” It was a compliment, at least as far as she was concerned. Saying sweet things did not always come naturally for her but there was no denying that they were mates, not now. She would allow herself that, after all this time.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
He lightly fought against the pull in his tusk to make her feel like she had to fight him but in truth he relished the action. The draw she had for him was exposed under that action and it made him shiver. As he realeased in her he could feel the hot ribbons if his seed flow into her for a few moments his thrusts slowed and eased so that he never pulled too far away. But he didn't stop. As he breathed deeply to he listened to her words and his expression turned from one of feral pleasure as he enjoyed her to his fullest into one of deep affection, even love. He reached his hand up as he continued his small thrusts and placed a thumb against her, his other to fingers pressing into her belly as he started to move his thumb against the very top of her in time with his thrusts as they began to pull up speed again. He grinned at her possessively as he started a new rhythm. It wasn't as fast as before but each stroke ran deeper as he leaned his head down and gives her one leg further to the side and the other more against her. It was a good thing trolls, and particularly this troll, were flexible. He thrust into her savagely while rubbing that small bundle of nerves and looking down at her with his flickering gaze. "I know I be." He moved his tusk up just a touch so that the one she was holding scraped against her exposed neck each time he drove home. Perhaps a reminder that she was vulnerable to highten the emotion if the moment, the point of the tusk nearly cutting the skin a few times as he drove into her, snarling affectionately(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She looked up at him, a brief look of confusion crossed her features at the change in his expression. It wasn’t one she had noticed before, far softer than usual. She didn’t have much time to think through the cause of it as his thumb brought one a sudden wave of pleasure she had not expected. Her back seemed to involuntarily arch, forced herself to him as much as possible with his grip on her. His words added to the pleasure as it sent something else through her, a warmth she had not known. As his tusk brushed her and she realized she was pinned, and vulnerable to him an excitement rose up in her. She had spent most of her life avoiding putting herself in such situations, but here she was choosing to, and with him. Her fingers against his chest curled, digging her nails into him as she muttered through a breathless voice, “...Aja..” She was going through a number of things in the moment. New feelings of pleasure....emotions. She felt as if there was a spring tightening within her, nearly ready to snap. Her muscles contracted all over as she suddenly felt herself being pushed to her own release. He was pushing her toward that in something that seemed to be far more than physical.
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
As he felt her squirming under him he grinned at her with bright eyes, a deep snarling in his chest as he continued to pleasure his new mate. The nails on his chest only encouraged him to work more furiously feeling as if his whole body were tingling as she whispered his name. He pressed his advantage over her by shifting them again. His hand still on her and his thrusts continuing almost unbroken in stride he lifted her with his other hand so that she was upright again and forced her back against the wall though he left enough room for his hand which gathered a good chunk of her bright magenta hair and tugged on it so that her head was forced back, her neck fully exposed to him as he trailed his tusk along her collarbone and the soft skin under her jaw. She had surrendered to him fully and he wanted to be sure that she remembered just who he was in that moment. His eyes never left hers as he grinned over her. "Who I be, hmm?." He asked in a deep and strained voice. "What be my name?" He felt the need to hear her say it again, to feel the pride and triumph of her whispering his name like he was being worshipped. It seemed only fair as he had spent a near lifetime worshiping her from the shadows.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She let out a quick gasp as he lifted her, part of that was the shock, the other was how she enjoyed when he displayed his physical strength. There was a security in it, though she often kept those thoughts to herself. No need to give him a bigger head than he already had. As she felt the tug on her hair she looked up at him as a quiet whimper escaped her. That damn strength of his. She felt entirely vulnerable in this position, even more so than just moments ago. Though, she did remind herself that it was by her own choice. She didn’t respond right away, almost as if mentioning his name resulted in her losing some imaginary contest. Besides, she had no reservations about making him wait and doubt her. That was a secret joy of hers as it always had been. Finally she muttered his name, “Aja’it.” Her hand moved up from his chest and under his tusk to grasp his throat, just to display her own possessive nature, “Bane of de...” she paused to take a breath as she looked upon him, “Black lion.” It was a nickname she had not forgotten, and one that she decided to use as a reminder that she remembered all of the years they had shared together. A reminder that she knew exactly who he was even in such a passion fueled moment.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
He had watched her carefully in the moment as heoved her and pushed the limitations of their new found relationship. His eyes burned with affection and passion and they very faltered as he waited for her answer. A small part of him wondered how far he could push her but as she finally said he name he felt a hot shock of tingles run up his spine, the hand around his throat made him snarl and show his teeth but not in an agressive way to get her to stop, it was more of a coming to an agreement as one about their positions. As she said his name he decided to release her vulnerable position as a way of reward but also because he would need both hands and a different angle to finish her. He let the hand holding her hair slip down and around to her rear so that he could grab at her securly and hungrily but without risk of his excitement getting the better of his strength. He wrapped his thumb around to there hip and pressed into the hallow where hip and leg met so his hold was firm. His other hand continued to work at her as he thrust more swiftly though keeping the reaching pressure the same causing the water to ripples and churn around them. Then he used his grip to tilt her back slightly so that he could rest his head into the krook of her neck and shoulder, his now wet hair falling to one side as his nose brushed the sensitive skin under her ear. He whispered softly in Zandalari, coaxing her to her finish, "Ya be havin me now an always. I be ya bait, ya gairdian, ya mate. I be choosin ya for ya beauty an strength an ruthlessness an skill. Come ta me." The words were spoken in a rush filled with need, not his usual guarded tones as he increased his pace, attempting to draw out all the pleasure she could take and the fact that soon after this they would recover and begin again made a smile come to his lips.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
As he grabbed at her rear there was a flash of desire in her eyes. His touch had not only his normal strength, but a possessiveness to it and with it brought on a feeling of excitement in her. She was suddenly more free to move, but she chose not to. Instead she followed his new movements as a moan escaped her lips. As he changed his positioning her hand left his throat and it slithered under his arm so she could lock it over his shoulder as if it was her anchor point. When his head moved into her neck her other hand found itself gripping the back of his neck, but only briefly before rising to tangle her fingers in his hair. Her eyes fell closed as his words made their way to her ear. His words were almost stronger than his touch in bringing her closer to that release. Stating the things he would be for her as well as complimenting her on traits she had always prided herself on. Then the last bit, that was the phrase that finally pushed her over the edge. Her muscles contracted and she found herself falling right for a brief moment. Her grip in his hair tight, her leg tightened, her warmth constructing around him before she finally released with a scream, calling out his name to the loa and whoever else may hear, “Aja!” She felt the waves moving through her as she convulsed under his attentions until her form finally relaxed and left her breathing heavily and making pleaded sounds as she remained in his arms. Her head felt lighter and her thoughts were a bit clouded as she studied his face for the moment, trying to get herself back under control. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she fought to recover her breathing, until the usual rhythm finally returned.
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
Aja'it had relished in her reaction, watching and feeling each moment as she released. Her scream of his name cause him to lift his head and howl like a wolf does to the Moon he worships. Dispite the pull on his mane of wet hair that stung as he tossed his head back. He paied little mind to it though as it was little compared to the pleasure coursing through him. When he lowered his head back down to look over her as she recovered he pulled her closer to anchor her on the spot with him. He was still breathing hard with his mouth slightly open as he studied her face and body with a very smug but affectionate expression. He still didn't withdraw from her, preferring the heat of her quivering warmth to the cold pool but it was more than that. He knew he wanted her to quicken with child though he would never tell her so. The last time they had spoken of children and blood lines was many years ago and he feared she would bolt all over again if he pushed the idea of children on her now. He traced her cheeks and jaw with the tip of one tusk making soft pleased sounds as he turned so his back faced the wall. He lowered himself down a bit so that she could put most of her weight on his lap and simply relax. He breathed deeply of her scent to calm his own heart until he once more became calm and still. His eyes smoldered with that flicking orange light as he continued to watch her. Eventually he raised his free hand up to touch her cheek and trail it down her neck to her chest where he gently rubbed at each breast as if he could not stop touching her.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She remained still as he manipulated her to rest with him, allowing him to do as he pleased. Once they finally settled she look up at him again, a smile on her lips. There was something about the moment she was growing increasingly fond of. Perhaps it was just his presence. She leaned into his touch on her cheek ever so slightly enjoying the feel of his touch on her. She let out a sigh, it may have had a sound of content hidden in it. She let her eyes fall closed for a moment to enjoy the feel of his touch on her, in her. Of course old habits die hard for many and she was no exception. She lifted a hand and let her fingertips move along one of his tusks, slowly stroking it, “Be needin’ somet’in from ya if dis be what ya wantin’.” There was a brief glint in her eyes which usually showed itself when some new motivation or plot popped into her head. “Dis is what ya be wantin’?” As she asked the question, she leaned forward slightly, enough to press her breast more firmly into his hand, and for good measure she contracted her inner muscles around him.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
Aja'it made a sound that was probably supposed to be a questioning grunt at her question but as she moved against him and held him more firmly the sound morphed into one of pleasure. He didn't miss the look in her eye though and it sparked his usual curiosity and a slight touch of hesitation. He gave her a squeeze, his fingers toying with her gently and almost lazily like a cat might paw at a mouse it caught after being too full to eat any more just yet but promised to do so later. "You know it be what I want. I be marchin back ta Bwonsomdi's Temple and shoutin at him if I must for ya to be knowin day be true." He let his head be pulled slightly with the striking of his tusk which he found strangely enjoyable and soothing. It made his eyes droop just a touch. "What ya be needin from dis Forest Troll? Ask an ya be gettin it." Somewhere deep in his non emotional and non post pleasure brain a small alarm was going off that he shouldnt make promises in this moment, as content as he was to agree to just about anything. Still he ignored it, happily remaining in his little cloud of bliss.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
The sound of pleasure caused her thin brow to twitch slightly and the smile on her lips morphed into a grin. The expression could’ve been likened to one a spider may have had when it realized a fly had been caught in its trap and watched it struggle futilely. She made a pleased sound as she lowered her hand from his tusk and moved below it so she could trace her thumb over his chin, “Well...” She watched his eyes for a moment as she considered her words, “De hut. Be wantin’ ya ta be stayin’ dere. In da village. Like a proper mate.” Her hand raised slightly so she could place the pad of her thumb over his lips to keep him from responding too quickly, “Ya might be a nasty tree troll, but ya be Wal’ami’s tree troll and dat puts ya much higher on da list.” She watched his features closely, looking for that initial anger her words often brought about before his self-control kicked in to push the emotions down. Though she knew she often angered him, this time though, her words were meant as a compliment in her own twisted way of going about thing. Her other hand moved for his arm and worked its way down so she could lay her fingers over the marking on his forearm, once there she gave it a firm squeeze as if to somehow remind him of where that mark originated.
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
There was not anger in his eyes as they moved back and forth over here but rather hesitation. When she squeezed the marks he had intentionally left in his body he found he was nodding. There was still hesitation in his eyes though with his lips held firm he didn't try to say anything. He trailed his fingers down the center of her spine in a long slow motion while his other rhand started back up against her breast, kneading it gently. After a few moments his eyes lost their hesitation and they crinkled slightly with his tell tail look of affection and apparent contentment.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
“Good.” Though he did voice a response, she had the one she wanted. She lowered her hand from his lips and let it trail down to his chest to place her palm over his heart. It lingered there, where she could feel his heart beat. The corners of her eyes pulled at his touch, his touch was soothing, comforting. Her fingertips lifted slightly and [email protected] down to tap against his chest, “Be givin’ ya a new mark. Don’t know what it be yet.” She didn’t let her gaze move from his face just yet, “gotta be askin’ da loa what be fittin’.” There we’re other thoughts bouncing around in that twisted mind of hers. Like how she would tell him about Huntha, but she had to do so in a way that wouldn’t lead to her death. That would be a trickier one than convincing him to stay in her hut, for sure. She removed her hand from his arm and let it rest against his side. She tightened her grip there as she shifted her hips against him. She turned her head enough so she could nod in the direction of his cloak that was still laid out where they first landed, “Be takin’ me over dere?” Her hand on his chest lifted to coil her arm around his neck.

Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
He had chuckled very very softly as she talked about marking him again. He seemed to have no outward objection to the notion though he did get a mischievous glint to his expression as if she had given him an idea. He watched her face as she moved her hands around remaining quiet as he listened and watched her though as she shifted against him he couldn't help but feel his desire stir again. Not that he was surprised. Trolls mated many times a night, many times a day as their bond grew. Unlike humans and tauren and other lesser creatures in the matter of love Aja knew just how he would please her next. As she indicated where she wished to go he held onto her tight and stood in the pool, raising her along with him. "You know I be right about somtin." He started to Wade from the water to the edge and almost effortlessly carried her over to the pelt though along the way he had to remove himself from her which was rather unfortunate in his opinion. He knelt and rested her down on the black fur, reaching over to pull a pink stranded back into place, "Ya do be lookin good wet " he grinned at her and stayed squatting where he was in full view of her for her inspection. He seemed to be waiting more direction though a deep calculating look had come over his eye.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She secretly reveled in his strength as he lifted her up and carried her. Her legs remained firmly locked around him for the trip. “Hm?” Her curiosity had been piqued at his comment. Once she was lowered down onto the pelt she let her eyes roam over him, distracted by his form enough that she didn’t blink when he reached for her face to adjust that pink strand. “Dat be so?” She laid back on the pelt and propped herself up with her elbows, she kept her form on display for him, “Well...” she raised her foot and placed it against his chest. Slowly she lowered it down over him, stopping when she got to his belly, “Be up to ya to be keepin’ me dat way, den.” A mischievous grin crossed her lips as she expected they were talking about two entirely different things, or perhaps they weren’t. She moved her foot to side and rested it on the cloak, keeping her legs parted as a silent invitation. Her eyes remained on his face for a few moments longer before her gaze drifted down to what she wanted in this moment.
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
Aja had indeed been speaking about something different but he was not so blind that he did not pick up the turn of the phrasing. He watched her foot run down his body for a few moments, leaning into it so that he would not lose his balance. He raised a brow at her and pretended to consider something while he looked over her. His eyes seemed to trace every part of hear in a slow fashion. The lighter color of her belly, the curve of each hip as it fanned out from her center and around to her rear, the way the moon caught the pink shades of fuzz around her nipple and in the undertones of very very faint stripes that only came out in the light of the moon as the colors shimmered, everything. He had many flashes come over him as he considered what he wanted to do. He felt that his options were endless, that he was a man starved looking at a hundred different meals. He hungry look came over him as he desires started to take over again and he smiled at her with a more feral expression. "I don' be tinkin ya mean fa me ta get a bucket." He tone likely was supposed to be joking but in his distraction it only put on display his hunger and need. He rolled forward so that he was on his knees and put a hand on either side of her shoulders on the pelt. His eyes traced her face and focused on her lips. He longed for her lips but his tusks prevented such a thing and for the first time he didn't like them very much. He leaned his head down so that the bottom curve of his tusks touched her skin lightly. He made a point to take in her scent as he inched lower along her torso, between the two mounds of her flesh and lower still. She still smelled like the jungle with thick flowers and sweet fruit though as he moved he started to take in her true scent and it excited him, the more feral basial nature he had started to tap into overtaking his greater judgement
[4:38 PM]. He moved lower over her until his hands were on either side of her hips and he was kneeling between her legs, having moved them far enough apart for him to settle easily. As he looked up at her from that position his eyes reflected in the moonlight like a cats might though as he blinked the image went away. He had not told her of the magics he had begun to work with the last several months so the changes might seem strange to her though they had been subtly appearing for a while.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She looked up at him as he loomed over her and she raised her hands to rest on his side for a moment. Slowly, she shook her head at the mention of a bucket. Her eyes fell closed and her hands dropped to her sides as she felt his tusks moving down over her skin. She let out a quiet moan as she enjoyed this new sensation. He did have large tusks which were highly attractive, though they didn’t come without their complications. Once he settled below she lifted her head to look down at her, quite enjoying the sight. However, a look of curiosity could be seen in her gaze at the change in his eyes. He had secrets just as she did. It would be stupid to think otherwise. She let out a quiet whimper and rotated her hips slowly as if the impatience of her desire was becoming too much. She moved one of her hands to her own breast, kneading it, wanting some sort of pleasure while he paused, “Don’t be teasin’ me, boy.” She flashed a grin at him, not one of mockery, one of an aching hunger for him and what he would give her.
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
His eyes flickered down to where she was touching herself. He licked his lips as he watched, completely fascinated. He let out a long breath and eyed her for a moment as if making up his mind about something. "Dis might not be workin." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear as he looked down at her. He trailed a fingertip along the line of her hip to the inner thigh where he gently parted her before him. He smirked at her and closed his eyes a moment before moving again. He rested down on his elbows and used his hands to tuck under her legs to lift her slightly. With her help he would be able to lift her far enough to slip his tusks under her read, landing his lips just at her entrance. After some wiggling and adjusting he was able to find a spot that worked well enough.
He dare not make her wait any longer. He leaned forward and found her. Though he was unable to reach far into her warmth he could suck on her and tease her with his teeth as he rumbled deeply in his chest. There was a moment where he pulled on her hips with his hands before he pulled one hand down so that he could slip a finger inside of her. It was not him and he didn't think he could keep it up for long with the smell and taste of her pushing at his desire so forcefully.
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She looked down at him, a curious expression on her features clearly in response to his remark. She was surprised when he started to lift her and assisted, unsure of what game he was playing. It didn’t take her long to understand what his plans were as she felt his tusks move under her and his lips at her. Her head fell back against his initial touch and she whimpered under him. Her free hand fouled against the cloak under her while her other left her breast and moved to grasp his hair. He was quite protective of his hair, but in this moment she cared little about that. She even gave him a tug as if to somehow pull him closer. “Aja..” she let out a moan as a new sensation of pleasure moved through her, feeding her hunger for him. She could hear his grumbles against the background of the nearby water and she wanted to hear more of him. She found it amusing that his tusks acted as sort of a cradle for her rear, or perhaps a trap to keep her from going anywhere. That would’ve been smart on his part with her history of vanishing. Now though, she had no intention of doing anything of the sort. Wal’ami lifted her head to look down at her mate, seeing him nestled between her thighs only made her crave him even more as she drew in her lower lip and bit at it. The motion forced the realization that she would never know the taste of his lips with those large beautiful tusks blocking the way. Something she would need to learn to live with.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
Aja rumbled more deeply as his hair was pulled and he managed to shift closer. He had to turn his head slightly down to manage the right spot but soon he was able to work at her more fully, relishing in his whispered name and her squirming. He let her legs move freely around him as he knew he had her trapped. not just by his tusks but by the sounds she made. He looked up at her in time to see her biting her lip and he groaned into her. He slipped the finger back into her for a moment and looked up to watch her with his reflective eyes. He pulled his free hand up to press down on her flat belly, feeling the light fuzz under his fingers and eventually he moved that hand up toward her breast, taking over where she had left off. He arched his finger and moved very very slowly knowing that it would tease her a great deal. He watched in fascination her expression but he couldn't resist for long. He gave a feral snarl and pulled his finger away to wrap the hand around her hip and pull her closer with a rough tug, diving in deeply and lightly using his teeth and tongue to coax her
 Jocelyn Prescott01/20/2020
She bent her knees enough that she could rest her feet on his shoulder blades and she used her footing there to force her thighs open wider for him. Her eyes seem to roll back as he tugged her closer and her head fell back to the cloak under them as she let out a moan, much louder than before. The pressure of the pleasure he was giving her was quickly building, even if this was more teasing than before, it was causing her to yearn for him. She let out a gasp and her fingers tightened in his hair, as if her survival depended on that grip she had on him. "Don't...Be stoppin'.." She was able to get a few words out between her heavy panting under his attention. As her feet pushed against him, she curled her toes into his flesh. She moved her free hand up to cover his on her breast and she forced his hand to the opposite one before releasing it and falling back into her desire.
 Arravien Anderton01/20/2020
He did only as she asked. Her moans filled his ears as did the desire in her voice which sent a shiver through him. He rumbled more deeply, almost like a purr as her feet gripped at him and his hand was moved. Confident that she wasn't going anywhere he removed his hand from her hip agter giving her one more tug to come closer to him and raised both hands up to tend to her needs. He was careful to knead the whole surface of each one, his fingers pulling at the hard buds lightly in turn. She had shown her desire for his touch and he intended to give it to her as much as he could. He found the tight bundle of nerves at her warmth after ensuring she was ready and at last he took it gently between his teeth and began to give it close attention. Soft sounds of pleasure rose from him unbidden as he teased her and drew out the lingering sensations of her pleasure. He found it difficult now to stay where he was. The taste of her, the smell of her was pulling at him in a way that even he didn't think was natural. His hands started to shake slightly so he grabed at her breasts more firmly with a faint snarl.
January 22, 2020
 Arravien Anderton01/22/2020
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January 23, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott01/23/2020
She couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to. Once he hands had moved to her chest she had no need to continue there so she ran her hands down over her raised thighs, seemingly trying to get physical contact in as many places as possible. Her back arched from the cloak beneath her as the heat moved through her in waves, “Aja..” she found it difficult to stop saying his name. She didn’t understand it, but in the moment she had no reason to stop saying it. After all, he was giving her this after all of this time. Her eyes opened as she felt his teeth against her, his noises of pleasure vibrating through her only added to all of the other sensations she was feeling. Her muscles began to contract back on herself as if she had little control over them at this point. She felt as if she was making herself smaller as everything’s seemed to pull inwardly, it was short lived through as a shudder moved through her violently as she found her release under his attentions and she cried out through it all. Her body falling back to relax as she concentrated on her breathing, each breath coming fast and shallow as she tried to recover from the ordeal. From him. Although she found her release, she knew it would not satisfy her for long. She still hungered for him, to feel him deep in her warmth again. Where he suddenly belonged.
 Arravien Anderton01/23/2020
As she released he looked up at her with his shimmering eyes and made a satisfied sound before pulling away. He drew his hands down the length of her body to her hips where he lifted her without assistance so that he could slip his tusks from under her without ripping into the skin. Once he was free he waited no time at all. Still kicking his own lips he roughly pushed her onto her belly, rolling her and shifting her while she was still recovering so that there would be no fight and even if it were he had the upper hand. He was breathing unevenly for once in their relationship and the sounds of pleasure didn't seem to stop. Once she was turned he ran his hand over her back, along the dip of her spine and over her hips until he could run both hands over her rear and though she couldn't see it he was smirking. All of this was his now after so many years of suffering in mostly silence. She was his and he could at last freely give himself to her. He growled deeply in his chest as he moved over her, a hand on either side of her head while he traced the side of her cheek with the sharpest point of his tusk. She would be able to feel him against her exposed rear as he rocked back and forth, letting her feel him against her fuzzy skin. At least for a moment.
[11:21 AM]It didn't take him long to grow impatient so he lifted her up with a hand so that she was more presented to him in the limited space that he left her to arch her back and move into position as he remained over her. He then slipped inside her warmth with another satisfied sound, remaining still to allow her to settle while he put his hand back down hear her head. He lowered his own head down so that the points of his tusks brushed the back of her neck right at the point where it would send chills down her spine. "I be yours Woman. I be giving ya da next round, eh?" He knew that while he had taken what was now rightfully his he wouldn't really believe it, believe that she wanted him, until she took what she wanted as well.

Jocelyn Prescott01/23/2020
She seemed to writhe as she lay there recovering from her recent release. Her breath had no returned enough to protest his manipulation of her as she was rolled onto her stomach. She would have normally fought him, or at least put on a good show of it. Instead she let him have his way, letting out a pleasing sound as she felt him above her and his length running over her backside. She hand moved her arms up closer to her head, as if she anticipated his next move. Her arms were used as support as he presented herself for him. A brief shudder still moved through her form on occasion as an aftermath of just moments ago. She let out a moan as she felt him slip into her followed by a shiver as the tips of his tusks brushed her neck. “Be...” she still was recovered enough for full speech, but she had other ways. She let her eyes fall closed as she tightened herself around his shaft, back to doing anything she could to make him remember the moment once this was over. She needed to do everything so there was no doubt he would remember. After remained still for a moment she loosened that grip and pushed back against him with her rear, causing the points of his tusks to press a bit harder against her neck, “Be givin’ it...” she moved her hip to the slid just slightly, “Be wantin’ what be mine.” She tightened her fingers on the cloak beneath her to brace for what she knew was to come next.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/23/2020
As she squeezed and begged for him Aja let out a shaky breath though he was able to convert it at the end to a desire filled snarling. For a moment his raw instincts took over and he considered pining her even further but he resisted. In the back of his more troll mind he understood that he could not push her too far. But just far enough. He leaned down over her for a moment, using her to support his weight for a few seconds son that he could run his hands over her body, pulling et her breasts for a moment as if he could not bear to let them go without a tension for very law. He brought his hands back down to the cloak to support himself but kept his tusks faintly brushing the back of her neck using them to move her hair aside so that he could see and murmuring in her ear in a gruff tone, "An what be yours?" He punctuated was word with a deep thrust. Though instead of letting her answer he just continued. He moved rhythmically and slowly like the beating of a ritualistic drum. It was an intentional pace to let them both catch their breath and to reach her deepest points with each one.
January 24, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott01/24/2020
A sly grin crept over her lips as she heard the struggle with his breathing and she was quite pleased with herself. He would definitely not forget, that much she knew to be true. She let out a pleasing sound as she felt his touch roam her form and tug at her chest. She had noticed his focus there, perhaps he had decided them to be a favorite part of her. That thought only increased that grin. She felt her hair being moved away and remained still. Deep down there was some part of her that enjoyed the way he loomed over her, his strength and the command he had suddenly taken with her. It was another of her secrets that she would keep to herself. It would do little good for him to realize this, besides she may lose some of the power she did have over him. Her eyes moved to the side as she listened to his words, not just the words, but the tone. She responded, “Dis..” her response was cut short as he thrust into her and her speech was replaced with a quiet moan as she felt him again. Her breaths were still heavier than usual, but they were recovering. The slower pace would allow her to recover more, and enjoy every inch of him as the angle found him going deeper within her warmth than earlier.
 Arravien Anderton01/24/2020
Aja'it continued at his leisurely pace for a fair amount of time though he found for the moment that the slower pace allowed him to feel her fully as each ridge and tightening of her core sent a new feeling through him. He would eventually move more of his weight to his knees and sit up in a fluid motion so that his hands could trail over her back and eventually grip her hips. He squeezed her hard and hummed softly. "Dis what now Woman? Don't be tellin me I be robin ya of ya tongue now. Hard ta do when we not be kissin." He started to move a bit faster, pulling her back into him at the same time that he thrust forward. He dug his fingers into her soft round flesh and she could likely feel the sharp points of nails digging into her as he held on. Usually his nails were flat and short, even through the rest of the night there had been little sign of something like this. Though he did not break skin his hands were slightly shaking as his breath started to pick up again with his speed and strength.
January 25, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott01/25/2020
A moan escaped her as she felt his hands find a grip on her hips, “Boy. Dis be mine.” She allowed him to pull her back as he continued his thrusts , rather enjoying him having that control for the moment. There was no deny a heat rising as she felt his nails digging into her flesh. It was different and unexpected. She was enjoying the moment, enjoying him. She had been able to recover enough thanks to his slower pace, now though she was ready. As Aja’it increased his speed, she began pushing herself back to meet his pelvis with each thrust, as if secretly increasing the speed of his thrusts on her own. He didn’t get to make all of those decisions. She bent her left arm and placed it under her, using it for support to free up her right. Her right hand moved to rub and knead at her breast which had been ignored for far too long. The added sensation was driving her desire for further, and she let out a low guttural sound in response to it. She could feel the tension beginning to build within her as each wave of pleasure ran through her. The thin layer of fur covering her form began to rise and stand on end, similar to that of a startled cat.
 Arravien Anderton01/25/2020
A strange feeling of jealousy took over Aja as she moved to touch herself. Not that she couldn't extend the feeling of pleasure of course but in the moment that thought wasn't in his mind. He snarled at her loudly and quickly moved his hands so that he could grab her at the elbows and lift her up, restricting her movements while shifting their position just slightly so that he was leaning further back on his legs so that she could put more of her weight down on him as he continued to thrust up. He let her arms go so that he could slip on hand down around her hip to lightly touch the tight nerves at her entrance with his thumb, moving in tight circles over her. His other hand slipped to her front where he grabbed at her, kneading her flesh roughly and possessively. He growled and snarled at her in a pleased way as he settled his head close to hers, his tusk reaching around to cradle her chin up, exposing her neck. He was breathing heavily as he experienced everything in the moment. His senses seemed lightning charged. Everything felt heightened with her in the moment. With the new position they found themselves in he felt a surge of pleasure and satisfaction as he was able to tend to her more fully, to touch her wherever he wanted. He smirked as he felt the hair on her fluff up and he muttered through panting breaths, "I be you for ya an only ya."
 Jocelyn Prescott01/25/2020
She was surprised when he grabbed her elbows, but she did enjoy the new position he moved her into. The new sensations that came with it. Wal’ami leaned back heavier against him as the volume of the moan escaping her increased. There were so many sensations: feeling buried within her, his thumb working that bundle of nerves, his other hand grabbing at her so roughly. It was glorious for her, and she would remember how he changed her positioning after she touched herself. She would believe she had some power over him in making him do what she wanted. Even in a moment where she was held and he was having his way, somehow she felt in control. Or she was just telling herself that for her own benefit. As his tusk lifted her chin, her neck flexed with each heavy breath she took. Her hand found its way behind her to grip his hip, digging her thumb into the joint as an anchor point. “Be finishin’ like...dis...” her eyes fell closed as she gave over to the pleasure he was giving her. She knew the risks that came with such a request, she already had a son to show for that. Her abdomen tightened as she felt him bringing her closer to release with each thrust, touch, and grab. It was easier to let herself surrender to it. He was her mate. Only hers.
 Arravien Anderton01/25/2020
He grumbled deeply and increased the speed of his thrusts at her command. He would never be able to refuse and in his belly a warmth was blossoming. In Northrend she had not pulled away in time but she had not been pleased by his release. Just a moment ago when he had released inside of her she seemed pleased but now she was requesting it. He closed his eyes and he found for the first time that she would be willing to have his children. Or at least he told himself that. He knew there were plenty of herbs and potions she could take to be rid of such a thing but he let that warmth blossom in his belly as his thrusts became less rhythmic from the effort. He worked his hands over her more franticly but still finding just the right spots on her that she seemed to react to most. At last he couldn't hold back any longer. He pushed in deeply with a final thrust and remained there as hot ribbons of his seed filled her again. He made heavy pleased sounds as he did, that half purring sound coming to his throat again. He rubbed his tusks against her neck and chin, nuzzling into the side of her neck and shoulder as his hands slowed their motions so that he was gently caressingly her skin, simply drawing out the feeling in a soft way while he expended himself.

Jocelyn Prescott01/29/2020
Her grip on his hip tightened as if she were clinging to him as he continued his thrusts. She felt the pressure build within her, teetering on the edge of her own release. She was amused by the activities; he definitely had the stamina to keep up with her and even keep her carnal cravings satisfied. A moan slipped past her lips as she muttered his name, "Aja.." She would be unable to stop herself for long as he continued. Feeling his warm seed begin to spill forth into her sent her over the edge and her body tensed for a long moment before she began shuddering back against him. Her hand tight on his hip while the other moved to rest atop his on her breast. Her fingers gripped his hand, keeping it there but also steadying herself. Part of her was curious if his physical movements were what drove her over the edge to that sweet release, or if part of it was phycological as he filled her. As the two ceased to move, to relish in the moment after with nothing but each other, she sighed. Her sigh may have had a tone of content to it. She moved her head back to rest against his shoulder and let her eyes fall closed to be lost in the moment of calm. "Be Wal'ami's now, boy." A faint smirk crossed her lips as she remained there, quite enjoying the nickname she had given him all those years ago in the village.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/29/2020
Aja panted heavily as she rested her head back on his shoulder. He placed his chin over the top of her head and held her close. He was still at first as the waves of his pleasure moved over him. After a few moments he started to rub her gently with his palms. Not in a way to arouse her pleasure but rather sooth her and cares her. Feeling the fuzz on her skin ruffle under his fingers. He eventually lowered his head down at her little comment and nuzzled into the side of her head affectionately which was a rare thing for even someone as in love as Aja'it to do. "Been yours since I been small. I be tellin ya den an I be tellin ya now, ya bewitched me." He trailed his hand up from her warmth to press flat against her belly with a warm sound.
After a few moments more of simply holding her and trailing his fingers over her he pulled away from her. He settled down on the lion fur under them and spread himself out. He was hot from his work and the chill of the night air, though a bit uncomfortable now that he was lacking her warmth, felt overall good. He stretched and rumbled in a very pleased way, smirking all the while. His thick muscles corded and the veins became prominent on his arms and hands as he did. He looked at her then, admiring the moon on her skin and hair. He didn't say anything as he inspected his mate. Each little detail was something he needed to have perfect memory of. He brushed the fur beside him flat as an invitation to her. He had said she would have the next round so his look was not so commanding as before but rather a question, asking her to rest for a moment.
 
 
 
January 30, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott01/30/2020
Her lips formed a feint smile at his words, she was quite aware of all of her bewitching on the poor forest troll. Of course, it didn’t mean she enjoyed hearing about it any less. His touch seemed far different now, not as rough and forceful but definitely pleasant. She let out a sigh at his nuzzling, “Be t’inkin’ dis trip be a good one.” She shot him a look at he moved away on his own. She assumed he would want to remain like this for some time. She was wrong. This once. She watched as he moved to stretch out, paying close attention to his muscles as they contracted and relaxed with his movements. She reached hand up to brush a few stray strands of pink from her face as she looked at him. She seemed far more at peace for the moment or at least calmer than was her nature, “Be startin’ ta like how ya be lookin’ at me.” She offered him a slight smirk at that thought. She knew she was pleasing to his eye, she had known that for some time and that didn’t seem to have changed in the least over the years. Once he flattened out the fur beside him she almost pounced on him. She refrained though. Instead, she slowly crawled over to lay beside him, tucking herself up under his arm so she could rest her cheek on his chest. As she lay on her side she drew one leg up to drape over his as she nestled in for the moment. Once she was comfortable she moved a hand to rest on the opposite side of his chest, letting her fingers draw small circles on his flesh.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton01/30/2020
Aja'it seemed surprised more than anything. He never thought that she would actually curl up to meet him in there space but that he would have to. Not that he would have minded but the gesture of softness made his chest tighten. He use the arm under her to reach down and grab at her rear lightly kneading it with his still sharper than normal nails. His other hand came up to trace along her tusks. The short pearly white tusks where sharp as he expected and he grinned as he got the chance to more fully feel them. As she settled in she would be able to feel something strange on his chest under her cheek and hand. The thicker moss that grew on his shoulders and chest was rather thin in uniform patches of moss nearly down to regular skin about the size of the pad of her thumb. These patches were very close together but each one distinctly outlined buy the lines of thick moss between. They were also harder than his usual skin, like thick callouses. It might have been easy to overlook given how often he had it covered by the cloak and his armor. And they were subtal enough not to be felt until her sensitive cheek and the attentions if her hand were in direct contact with nothing else happening tobact as a distraction. His restful state did not last long though. His hand trailed down to her neck where he started to rather playfully press on sensitive nerves there. His thumb finding the like dips and hallows of her collarbone. His hand on her rear started to knead her round flesh. His breathing grew heavy and short with anticipation, each breath starting in the hint of a growl or hiss.

Jocelyn Prescott02/02/2020
Her brow furrowed as she inspected the changes to his flesh. They were different and she was trying to remember if it had always been so or if this was new...Not to mention what would cause such a thing. She wasn't able to think about it for too long as the strength of his grip on her rear brought her back to the moment, "Don' t be takin' ya long.." She offered him a smirk though her expression fell more neutral as he began running his touch down her tusks and to her neck. "Can't be keepin' ya hands still, eh?" She let her hand on her chest start walking its way down over his belly and she paused, letting her fingertips fall just short of the base of his length. She raised her head so she could look down at his expression and as she remained there, as if studying him, her fingers flexed to brush her fingertips over him lightly, barely touching his flesh.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton02/02/2020
He looked up to her with his silvered eyes before they shifted and flashed back to his normal amber before he let his lids close. He let out a pleased sound as he relaxed slightly, submitting to her whim and touch. "Hard ta be keepin ya hands still when dey be finding what dey been looking for da whole time. Hard ta be staying calm when ya be sending me heart inta dat frenzy." He smirked and shifted slightly so that his legs were a bit further apart and his hand slipped up to the dip of her waist which he ran his nails over lightly. The hand that was stroking her neck and tusk lowered down to her chest which he lightly stroked and caressed. He made another pleased sound as he trailed over the curve of her skin. "Besides, what da sayin be? A female troll be able ta mate eighty times in a single night? Gotta keep up wit ya." He opened his eyes a crack to smirk at her playfully.

Arravien Anderton03/09/2020
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[5:28 AM]Aja let her doze in his lap. He held her tightly to his chest and breathed deeply knowing the steady rhythm would help her as he shifted slowly to be laying down with her still in his arms. He would continue to stroke her cheek and arms as she rested. He assumed she had been up all night getting this day worked out in her mind. And she was lucky that she was beautiful when she slept else he might have started to get angry again. She knew what kids meant to him and now... well now it was likely too late for another. Not with Huntha around, or the Tribe really. So he would have to simply learn to live with that just like he had learned to live with the idea that Huntha wasn't his in the first place. He would huff quietly and eventually force himself to doze off as well with her in his arms but it was a light sleep. Any little sound or movement and he would wake.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott03/09/2020
She remained there against him, making soft noises as he moved to lay down with her in tow. Once horizontal she drew up a leg and moved it to drape over one of his own while her hand found its way to rest on his chest. Her breathing was deep and slow as she faded into a deeper sleep for the time being. She had suffered plenty of stress and worry as she put things together for this meeting, there were plenty of things she was unsure of, her survival being one one of them. She should have known better, there seemed to be little he wouldn’t forgive or at least tolerate when it came to her. After a long while her eyes opened slowly to see him still there with her and she was relieved. She hadn’t intended to fall asleep, but it seemed he had done the same. Wal’ami shifted slightly, moving up enough to press her face into his neck, enjoying the moment of closeness with him. She expected the poison had all but worn off by now, granted it seemed he fought against it its effects well enough. As she lay there with her mate she curled her fingers against him so she could trace the outline of one of those scales that were still new to her. She had no need for words in this moment, just his presence was enough.
 Arravien Anderton03/09/2020
Her small movements to get closer into him woke him from his light doze. Her took a deep breath of her scent and let a slow rumble pass through his chest. In the moment he was content. The warmth of her body against him, the way she curled that leg over his own to keep him close, even the tracking of his new form. He tucked his cheek down to nuzzle against the top of her head while his hands started to move over her. The one that wrapped around her back slowly traced up and down her arm with a gentle motion while the other crossed over his body to run up and down her thigh as it draped over his leg. He would remain still and quiet as he held her there for some time. Eventually though he knew he had to speak. "I not be sorry for speakin my mind Woman. But ya be forgiven now, just like ya be for everytin else." He pulled back just slightly to look into her face. "It be done an I be knowin now, like ya be sayin." He brought his hand up to clear away a few pink stranded of her vibrant hair hoping that she would take his words as honestly as he spoke them.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/09/2020
She enjoyed his gentle caresses for the moment, she always liked when he touched her. Even if it was when he would stroke her calf as she went about her work in the village. The touch was something she had grown quite fond of lately, there was a closeness to it and this moment was no different. His words though, they were what she was truly waiting for. She looked up at him as he spoke, watching the outline of his jaw, the corners of her eyes pulling as a slight smile formed on her lips. There it was. Once he moved her hair aside, as he often did, she turned her head so she could brush her lips and her tusks against his collarbone. “Ya be a good mate, Aja.” She turned her head toward his neck once more and gave him a soft kiss, “Wal’ami be lovin’ her mate.” It was not a word she used often and even know she felt she needed to hide her face from him in saying such things. She wasn’t sure if it was because he may not believe her words or perhaps there was a vulnerability to them. She kreened her neck up so she could nip gently at his ear and let out a whisper from her hidden spot, “Til da end of her days.” She sighed gently, letting her warm breath roll over his flesh.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton03/09/2020
Aja's chest swelled with pride and he pulled her in closer as she spoke. Damn her. He was never able to stay actually mad. Not for long anyway. He knew part of that was his beastial nature. A creature of the wild could hold on to things and remember but their emotions were in the moment and that was something he still struggled with understanding. At the moment though he put the thoughts aside, helped almost entirely by her little nip at his ear which drew a sharp breath from him, not to mention the little kiss before it. He made a pleased sound and let her continue her little whispers and kisses. His hand trailing from her face back down to her thigh where he hooked his hand behind her knee to shift her slightly, drawing her even closer. "An even den I don't be thinkin ya be lovin anyone else. An if ya do, I be drinking der blood, hm? Well, but for da boy." He grinned at her gently. Though teasing they both knew that he would follow through.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/09/2020
She couldn’t keep the grin from her lips as she felt her leg pulled further over him. Those moments, though seemingly small, were impactful. It was a reminder that she was still desirable to him and he wanted her even closer. “Oh, Aja. Ya don’t be worryin’ about dat.” She let her hand trail down his chest, following the lines between the newly forming scales, “Ya be da only one I be needin’.” She propped herself up on her elbow so she could look down at his face, even with his tusks in the way. Her tongue moved out to wet her lips as she watched him carefully, “Don’t need to be returnin’ to da village.” With her leg draped over him, she hooked her foot on his opposite side and used it to pull her hips tighter into him, “Not sure just what we could be doin’ out here in da forest.” The corners of her lips pulled into a mischievous grin as she watched him, “Could be takin’ anot’er nap.” A nap was the farthest thing from her mind in the moment, she knew that to be true. However, she wouldn’t outright say what was truly on her mind, she still enjoyed being chased by her mossy mate.
 Arravien Anderton03/09/2020
He let her move and shift, watching eagerly. Now each touch was like a little trail of shocks on his skin rather than simple comfort. He rumbled in his chest and assisted her imagination of what exactly they could do by pulling her fully over himself. Her knees on either side of his body now as he looked up at her. The thick pads of his fingers ran with pressure over her calves and thighs as the hunger for her was so quickly brought to the surface. It had been too long. Much much too long. Between returning to the village after that first night and being forced to be quiet about their activities and then when she was hurt... It was worse when she was awake but too weak and frigile for him to claim, or for her to claim him. Her eagerness now was more than enough to give in. He didn't even play hard to get this time. "Ya just be wakin up from a nap." He lessoned the pressure of his hands on the cloth and leather of her pants and returned to a soft touch. "I be thinkin ya be too awake for day but I be knowin sometin dat be wearin ya out." He pressed his hips up, already his growing desire would be felt given her positioning. "But if ya be lookin for a nap right now again da day be nice and da sun be bringing warmth through da leaves soon. Be almost like Echo Isles den." It really wouldn't but he was just talking to be coy now.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/09/2020
She allowed him to pull her over him and rested a knee on either side of his form. She offered him a grin as his firm touch moved over her legs and she knew it had been too long for him, well, for the both of them. She didn’t move as she felt his hips thrusting up to meet her, that was aside from a grin that briefly formed on her lips. “Oh? Ya be knowin’ somet’in?” She gave the most innocent, oblivious look she could manage. She shifted her knees so she could move back just slightly, “Dat be keepin’ us warm too.” She leaned back to pressed herself down against him, though she didn’t move, instead she decided to sit there and let him feel her weight. She watched his expression as she moved, looking for a reaction from him. She moved a hand to his chest once more and let her fingertips glide down his chest, moving over the ridges that now formed there with his changes. “If ya be too cold. Can be goin’ to the village and sittin’ by da fire.” Her brow lifted slowly as she wiggled her hips to grind herself against him, “If ya be needin’ dat.”
 
 
 Arravien Anderton03/09/2020
Aja'it let his body relax at her movements. Well as much as possible. Her innocent look didn't fool him for a moment as she shifted over him. It did make him grin though as he eyed her from below. Her weight against him made him grumble gently, his eyes filling with unmistakable want and need while he breathed through parted lips. His skin would feel warm against her touch and his eyes flickered gently in the midmorning light. "We be makin our own fire Woman. Be plenty warm here once ya observe basic survival." He would eye her up and down for a moment. The teasing was killing him but he knew that a properly fed creature would run father and longer. "Like dat body heat be transferred best wit no clothes on." He reached up and slipped a hand under her shirt from her waist, his palm warm against her exposed belly.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/09/2020
She initially pulled back, away from his touch, though it wasn't in retreat. She moved back to force her heat over him before returning to allow his hand to move under her shirt. There was the faintest twitch of her brow as she grinned down at him, "Oh? Dat be true about da heat?" She tilted her head to one side and moved her hand down to run over his belly. "If ya be sayin' its true, den who I be to argue?" She kept her knees planted but leaned forward to allow him better reach for whatever his plans were under her garments. She let her golden orbs rest on his face, on his expression and she couldn't deny she enjoyed the desire that often appeared in his gaze. As her eyes trailed down his features and over his lips to rest on his tusks she made a thoughtful sound. They were shaped far different than they were a few months ago when they first came together. She did like the new shape of course, they still seemed to be enough of a hinderance to annoy her, they were less so now. As she remained perched there she raised her hips and lowered them onto him once more, rather enjoying teasing him when there was little he could do about it, at least for the moment.
March 10, 2020
 Arravien Anderton03/10/2020
A low grumble came from him as she teased. He nodded slowly at her questions, a playful smirk coming over his expression for a moment. It was so hard to ease into it. He knew that she was far better now and could take what he wished to give but he didn't want to push her too far. Plus he did enjoy the build up in the end. The moment was different. He pulled his other hand up and worked it under her shirt, feeling the toned muscled of her core as he ran his hands over her for a moment, exploring further and further up as the shirt gathered around his wrists. Eventually, just before he reached her chest he grabbed the shirt and pulled it off of her. He tossed it away in a heap and looked up to see her form , his eyes roaming her hungrily as he seemed in a mind to memorize the sight from below. "Ya be beautiful Woman." He would trace a finger down the center of her chest down to her naval before he took her hips in both hands, his fingers wrapping around her rear possessively. After a moment he would slowly start to rock her back and forth while he pressed up with his hips. It was enough movement to make it unbearable for him but if she wanted to tease him it was only fair to tease back. "I should be without des clothes too ya know. For us ta be sharing heat proppa in dis chill." Of course it wasn't actually that cold, especially not with the warmth between them rising.
March 11, 2020
 Arravien Anderton03/11/2020
(boop)
March 15, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
When his hand found its way under her shirt her abdomen contracted initially at the shock of his tough, though she quickly relaxed against him. Her thin brow lifted as she looked down at him, "Be sayin' dem pretty words wit dat silver tongue." She couldn't keep the grin from finding its way to her lips. He always knew exactly what to say, whether it be to bring her enjoyment or annoyance, he knew the words. She did gasp briefly when his hands gripped her hips and rear possessively and secretly she knew it was coming and was waiting for it. It didn't change the brief surprise, and she let out a quiet whimper of want as he was pressed against her heat, "Dat..be so..?" She leaned forward so she could reach a hand down between them and give his waistband a teasing tug, "Be agreein' wit dat! But it be havin' not'in ta do wit da warmth!" She took a deep breath as she felt her own desire for him rising quickly as it often did in such situations, especially more recently.
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
A smirk pulled at his lips again as she spoke to his silvered words. His rocking her back and forth coming to a stop as he trailed his hands to the string in her pants, tugging at it smoothly until the knot sprung apart. He worked his hands back up along the rim of the pants and worked them down as much as he could, his hands against he bare flesh as she tugged at his waistband. "Ya be havin ta get up if we be doin all dat." He slid his hands up to the hem of her shirt and started to pull up upwards to expose her chest. "Don't think ya can be magicin off dese pants just yet. Ya not dat kinda Witch." He snorted in amusement as he pulled the shirt up and over her head but not off her arms. He grabbed the fabric and twisted it at the wrist so that her hands were bound for just a moment. He looked at her with a playful challenge.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
Wal'ami closed her eyes as she felt his touch beneath her pants, she couldn't deny the enjoyment his touch on her bare flesh brought. His words caused her to open her eyes once more, "Ya don't be knowin' what Wal'ami be capable of." She grinned at him, clearly she wasn't that sort of witch, but she was adept with a blade. When she felt the shirt tighten around her wrists she let her gaze settle on his face a look of excitement in her eyes, "Oh, ya be likin' dis now? Or ya be wantin' ta test how I be at escapin' t'ings?" She tilted her head to the side slightly and gave her wrists a light tug, "Be t'inkin' ya like dis just like on dat tall tree wit da water." She leaned forward so she could raise herself up and she moved her leg from over him, but she didn't seem too concerned with her bound wrists, she also didn't seem too concerned with being on display for him. As she remained knelt beside him, her hands bound, she opened her knees slightly which cause the free knot of her pants to flex, offering more of a peak at the few pink curls that remained hidden below. "Oh, Aja, whatever be a troll ta do?" She gave him a brief grin and moved her tongue out to wet her lips as she felt the heat rising within her.
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
He wouldn't deny that having her trapped was something of a fantasy after so many long years of her running off like the wind through a net. He held firm as she tested the twist of the shirt, watching her every move with deep controlled breaths. His eyes darted hungrily to the curls she showed off and the grip on the shirt tightened with anticipation before they flicked up to her face. "Hmm ya could be askin nicely. But den dat not really be your ting now?" He was still smirking at her from where he lay. He didn't loosen his grip on her shirt as he undid the tie of his own pants. At least half way. His hand stopped before the knot could be undone and a playful spark came to his eyes as he intentionally and slowly moved his hand away to rest on his abdomen, tracing the outline of a very large flat section of hardened skin that would no doubt become a scale with time. If she wanted a sneak peek she was going to have to do the honors herself.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She watched him eagerly, it seemed tonight they were both going to tease each other to the grave. And that was fine. There was a clear look of disappointment when he suddenly stopped and moved his hand to rest on his abdomen. She gave her wrists another tug, though unsuccessfully. "Oh, Be seein'..." She smirked at him as she slowly leaned down to take one end of the tie between her teeth, she lifted her head slowly providing enough tension for the knot to pull through and release. He had her hands bound, but she had her other ways of doing things. Once the tie was released she opened her mouth enough to let the string fall free and rest upon him. She remained there, half bent over so she breasts hung low, looking up at him. She assumed this was a position he had wanted to see her in for some time, and why not? She was the prettiest Darkspear she could think of. She lowered her chin so she could press her lips to that new scale that would form someday. She didn't close her eyes though, she kept them locked on his face, looking for his expression. She parted her lips a bit further to let the tip of her tongue slither out and run over his flesh.
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
Aja also kept his eyes wide open as he watched her. In truth he wasn't sure what she would do with her hands bound up in the shirt. She could easily break free if she really wanted to or showed any sign of being actually hurt or afraid. But she didn't and that made his desire heighten even more. Nothing could compare to her actions though. As she untied the pants with her teeth and lowered her head down to touch the scale he sucked in a sharp breath. Both in surprise and pleasure. His eyes did almost close as he felt her tongue against his skin, a shiver running through him. Oh she was a Witch. He had almost let her bindings go. His free hand came up to run through her bright hair and then reached down so that he could take one breast in hand and massage it gently. His thick fingers finding the nipple and gently rolling it, pulling it lightly until it hardened in his grip. He was the most beautiful thing as she hovered over him. Well always in anything but still this was a memory he would keep. He moved her hands slightly to try and get her more center on him so that he could appreciate the view even more. He had no idea what she might do now without her hands and perhaps as a test to see what she would do he loosened his grip on the shirt, allowing it to go lax around her wrists but his hand was still there.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She watched him carefully as his hand moved through her hand and down to her breast. As he rolled her nipple between his fingers she let out a soft moan and took a deep breath. It was clearly a pleasurable experience for her and she made no effort to move away from that touch. "So, what ya be wantin' den?" She decided not to withdraw her hands, though she did feel the tension of the shirt loosen and she pulled them upwards to tighten it briefly before lowering them and letting the shirt go lax once more. She decided to let her legs slide down beside him, laying next to him with her head resting on his chest. It was more of a ploy though, one leg lifting to drape over his own and she drew her knee up so she could rub the inside of her leg over his length, which she could feel was much more prepared for her than it was a few moments ago. She turned her head to let her lips brush over his chest gently, that was before she decided to bite his flesh firmly. Not enough to break the skin, but enough for him to know she was there. As she raised her head she looked up at him, "Wit my hands bein' what dey are...Might be needin' ya ta be movin' dese..." She let her leg graze over him once more as signal that she was referring to his pants, "Unless ya rather we just be goin' to sleep." There was a fire and a hunger in her eyes, sleep was the last thing she wanted, but she assumed the empty threat would help to motivate him.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
There was a long drawn out inhale as she bit down on his flesh. His skin pricked and a wave of goose bumps moved from the spot. Yes her hands were a problem. Unfortunately he was of two minds at the moment. Not letting her escape, and letting her be the one to unclothe him. He didn't yet trust he would have the opportunity again so he eventually pulled her hands free of the shirt, tossing it way somewhere above his head. He then guided her now free hands down to his pants. "If ya want ta be sleepin I can always be entertaining myself. Der be some passable females in Shadowprey an it not be dat far." One threat for another. He lifted his hands away and rested them on the ground as a sign of submission. Last time they had joined together, the first time really, he had taken what he wanted, many times over. He had promised her then that she could have her way with him at some point and with their small encounters shut up in that hut where they had to be quiet neither one of them had really taken the lead. Now though he guessed it was the best time to hold himself to that promise. At least for a little while.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
A look of hurt moved over her features and once he positioned her hands she was sure to drag her fingernails across the lower area of his belly, "Be true? Not sure just how much ya be enjoyin' dat wit a belly full of poison for ya and dat witch." She moved her hands down under the waist band of his pants, but kept her touch on either side of him, deciding to lengthen her teasing just for the sake of such a remark. He deserved it afterall. "If ya rather be havin' dat, den don't be lettin' ol' Wal'ami stop ya." Her actions spoke the opposite of her words as her hands remained under the garment and moved to his hips and as she sat up she used her positioning to push his pants down and free him to the night air. She didn't remove them completely, not yet, she let them rest at about mid thigh on him. Slowly she moved to her own feet and kept her back to him. Her waist band had been loosened and slowly some, but she decided to finish the job. She wiggled her hips and worked them down over them, bending at the waist to give him a full view of her bottom and she took them down to her feet. Once she was free of them, she stepped out and turned to face him. The Darkspear decided to stand naked before him, to let him take in the view of her form which he desired so much. She ran her fingers down her belly and pulled her hands away just as she reached her hips, "Suppose I can't be makin' ya wait da whole night, eh?" She stepped one leg over him and remained there, looking down at her mate, a grin on her lips. Slowly, she lowered herself down so she was straddling him once more, and she leaned forward enough so he could feel her heat rest on his flesh and she slowly pushed back until she felt his length behind her. She made sure the angle was poor enough that he wouldn't be able to slip inside, no, she just wanted to tease him a bit longer and let him feel her desire for him. Wal'ami lowered her head so she could let a gentle whisper sneak over her lips, "What ya be wantin'?"

Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
A grin spread over his face at her threat of poison. That was his darkspear. He would have been disappointed by anything less. He chuckled lightly though was quickly cut off as she stood and displayed herself for him. His desire was more than apparent, freed from the confines of the cloth and leather. He earned to feel her around him, burring himself away from the chill of the morning air. He hadn't missed the restrictive position that she had left him in. Unable to spread his legs wide or really bend at the knee to give himself leverage. The binding, though simple, made him squirm a little. He tried to shift in such a way that he could slip inside her but she beat him to it, locking him down at the hips with her weight. He made a frustrated sound and closed his eyes a moment as she teased him. He was always the one to break first, and imagined that he always would be. Lifting his hands up to grasp at her hips he tried to lift her while shifting a bit to line himself up. "Be wantin you already Woman. Ya been denyin dis Forest Troll too long now. It be unhealthy an crule." He continued to shift about eagerly and though he was speaking in a more teasing tone his eager actions overpowered them for sure. His hand gripped at her rear with the tips of his claws extending in his excitement as he rumbled in his chest.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She liked watching him squirm for the moment, finding some personal enjoyment in having such an effect on him. He even chuckled lightly at his words, "Be cruel, anyway." She watching him when she felt his grip on her rear and those claws that he was becoming far more comfortable with using these days. She had her fun, though it wasn't going to end there, it would just be a different kind of fun perhaps. She lifted her hips slightly and a hand moved down between her legs to grasp the base of his length tightly. While she moved she watched his face, studying his expression, "Wal'ami be missin' her mate." She slowly lowered herself back down, using her grip to guide him to her heat. She stopped once she felt his tip brush against her and she paused there, using her grip on him to move him back and forth against her wetness. Teasing him a bit further, and just when he was about to open his mouth to protest, she suddenly pushed herself down onto him and didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt in one fluid thrust. She paused there to look down at him, letting out a quiet moan. She had forgotten just how much pleasure she experienced when he was deep within her, but it took very little to jog her memory of that. She sat there, a feeling of fullness, and she gripped him with her muscles then relaxed in order to watch his reaction to the secret gesture. "Still be sayin'....I be pickin' da best mate." She had to pause midsentence as she found it harder to keep her breathing even in this situation. She withdrew her hand and moved both of them to rest on either side of his head. Slowly she raised her hips nearly allowing him to fall free, but just before that happened she would thrust herself back down onto him. She continued these long slow thrusts, enjoying him as she desired for the moment. Enjoying all of him deep within her.
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
He had nearly reached a breaking point when she finally allowed him to slip inside. He closed his eyes and the grip on her rear moved to her hips, the nails retracting as he held onto her through her movements, making several pleased sounds as she buried herself and then once again, and again. The slow nature allowed him to feel every motion and change within her and he didn't mind the rhythmic flow. He braced himself as much as he could to meet her each time, pressing up at the last moment as she came down to strike deeper. It was certainly a strange feel to let her lead him, for her to take what she wanted from him. He found it hard to remain so still. He looked up at her after a few strokes of pure pleasure, his eyes gentle and affectionate in the moment but that hunger and need was still there as he watched the way her hair draped around her face and the bounce of her breasts. He let one of his hands trail from her hip up her belly and to run a finger along the center of her chest. His lips were slightly parted as he started to pant softly. "Be your mate, only yours Wal'ami." He would bring the hand up to cup the side of her neck, his thumb running down the center of her neck lightly, "My Wal'ami."
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She watched him carefully, enjoying the feel of his hand moving over her as she continued her slow thrusts. His words brought far more pleasure to her ears than she would've expected, perhaps she finally did accept him as a mate fully. Moreso than just saying it, or doing such a thing to get what she wanted. No, this seemed different to her. She swallowed as she felt his thumb moving down the center of her neck. There must have been at least some level of trust there, with his strength it wouldn't have taken much for him to crush her windpipe. She wasn't sure exactly what to say in response, this was all very new to her but she did the best she could. She looked down at him, a serious expression finding its way to the surface, "Be yours." Speaking such words seemed to bring a wave of emotion and pleasure rushing over her. She let out a quiet moan in response and the pace of her thrusts began to increase as her desire had been built up. As she thrust down on him she locked her gaze on him, "And dis....Dis be mine.." She let her hips fall against him roughly to punctuate what she was referring to, "And ya be mine, Aja." She was keeping her sentences short as her breaths were growing more rapid and uneven, though she was not tiring, instead, she increased her pace more, wanting to continue until they both reached their release, no longer was she only concerned with her own wants and needs; at least in this.
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
He let his head fall back to the cloak and blankets as she spoke. His chest swelled with emotion at the honesty he heard in her tone. She believed what she said which made him moan softly. Her emotional affection, not just her physical attentions, pulled at his emotions. The hand on the side of her neck snaked around and rested on her hips again, eager to feel each impact there as well as the thrusting. He found it hard not to take over for a few moments as she spoke his name. Biting down on his lip and lifting his chin so that his neck was exposed to her seemed to help a little. He didn't say anything more. Perhaps he didn't think anything more could be said as she increased her roughness and speed. Or perhaps it was more a matter of being unable to think well enough to form words. He rose up to crash into her whenever he could time the thrusts properly, seeking to increase her pleasure as well as his. In a moment of consideration he pulled his hands up to force her shoulders back. If she complied he would then take her hands and place them on his chest so that she still had something for balance. The more upright view of her and the slight change in position would make him moan more loudly.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She let him adjust her so she was sitting more erect, and she arched her back slightly to give some tilt to exaggerate her bust. Her fingers curled against his chest, not entirely, but enough to provide more pressure into his flesh. He looked upwards and let out a moan as she felt the pleasure within her begin to tighten and that did little to slow her pace, instead it made her more feverish for that release that she knew was waiting in the distance. Her breathing was ragged as she continued to thrust down onto him, enjoying the feel of every inch of him deep within her, "Be anot'er...Hu'ta?" She could barely get the words out, and they were more figurative. The words were there to let him know her intent when their release finally came. She had to bite down on her lower lip as she let out another moan. She couldn't resist moving one hand from his chest to grasp his wrist and drag one of his hands to rest on her breast. Once she was satisfied she placed her hand back on his chest and continued her pace.
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
Bringing up the boy at first made anger flash through him but it was soon done away with the idea, as simple as it was, that she could be willing to give him his own son, one he could raise from birth. It was one thing for him to talk of it but now he let the idea really sink in. He let his hand be pulled up to her breast and he latched on eagerly. He kneaded and pulled at her as his other hand worked around to the front of her hips. His thumb reached down to find the wet nerves just at her opening. He lightly pressed down on it and used her own motions to create the friction there. He wouldn't last long under the new position and her planted idea. He strained to meet her each time, thrusting up with as much force as he could with his pants still around his mid-thigh. His fingers on her breast squeezed tightly as he arched his back and moaned out her name. "W-Wal'ami. Wal." He grit his teeth and released into her, his well timed thrusts suddenly becoming erratic and choppy as the pleasure overtook him.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
His new touches on her forced a wave of pleasure to move over her and the only way to relieve it was to let out a loud moan. She was teetering on the edge of her own release, and enjoying every moment of it. His words, however, were just what were needed to push her over that edge. It was different to hear him muttering her name in such a moment rather than the opposite. As he released into her, her thrusts were no longer even as she began to shake and convulse through her own release. Her movements were erratic at best, but she kept them up as long as she was able, even as he relaxed once he finished she slowed her thrusts, not wishing to stop so quickly. Her breathing was heavy which caused her chest to rise and fall as she looked down at him, her mate. Finally after a few moments she stopped to rest on his hips, leaving him within her heat. As she sat there looking down at him she took his hand from her chest and moved it up to rest against the side of her face. A deep expression of affection lying in her gaze as her eyes moved over his face, as if recording it to memory in this moment.
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
He was breathing heavily as she slowed and eventually rested over top him. He was more out of breath than what might be expected considering he had done less work. His head rolled from side to side a few times before he opened his eyes as his hand was moved. He brushed over her cheek with his thumb abd cupped her face gently, looking up at her with equal affection and even love. After a long moment like that he gently moved his hands so that they were on her back. He didn't wish to withdraw yet but he wanted her closer. So he coaxed her down to lay on his chest with his fingertips trailing all over her skin. He would sigh softly and brush his tusk against her cheek and neck as he settled for the moment. And for once he had no thoughts that this might be the last time they were together. A tiny part of him, no matter how small, was now completely sold on trusting that this change in her was real and lasting. That she was his just as he was hers.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She lowered at his coaxing so that she was laying on top of him, turning her head to rest her cheek against his chest. She enjoyed the warmth of him and the caresses of his tusk. She closed her eyes to relax into his touch moving all over her flesh, it was gentle and comforting enough to keep her here for some time yet. She took a deep breath and moved her cheek against him, letting the thin layer of fuzz tickle him if it did. She moved her hands up his sides and finally let them rest on his shoulders and she drew small circles with a fingertip on either shoulder, "Ya know..." She shifted her hips slightly, though not enough to let him escape her just yet, "Wal'ami don't be one for regrets. Be t'inkin' I could be regrettin' for runnin' all dem years." She wouldn't explain it any further, or even speak much more on the subject, but it was something that had been tugging on her mind since she returned to the land of the living.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
A content sound pulled from him as she got comfortable. He closed his eyes to enjoy the closeness and the warmth of her touch and weight on him. He glanced at her as she spoke of regrets and for a moment was still. He wasn't sure waht to make of it at first. Then, easing into the idea he seemed to understand. He reached up and brushed her hair from her cheek and rested the heavy hand on the back of her head. "Ya be here now an we both be havin time left. Time betta now dat we be growin, eh?" He had the sneaking suspicion that if they had come together before Northrend or even if they had stayed together after Northrend that they would have ended up either leaving one another or killing one another. Now though, with a son shared between them and so many years of learning one another free of the pressures of being mated, he felt confident that they were strong enough for one another at last. "We be facin da end a da world more times den I be carin ta count but dat don' be matterin now. Ya be my world Woman. Ya, and da boy, ya both be my everythin." He ran his fingers through her hair, being sure to mess it up just that much more.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She made a pleased sound as she listened to his words. He wasn't wrong, that was for sure. They fought more than anything in the years prior, and she may have gotten bored with him if they had been mated. At least this way she had the opportunity to explore the world more before decided to become attached to a mate. There were still things to see, but there were less things that she needed to see alone. "Ah, dat boy. He be actin' more Tauren den troll. Which Wal'ami know be part of her of fault." She enjoyed the feeling of his fingers moving through her hair, but she knew he was making a mess of it. Out here, it seemed to matter though. "Don't know what we be doin' wit him now. Show him da different paths, let him be choosin'." She tilted her head upwards so she could see his face a bit better, "He be pickin' da right one, be sure of dat. Be havin' a choice which be more den we be havin'."
 Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
"He be havin a curious side but dat boss-mon a yours he be a good sort. A bit too ridged but he be taechin Hun'ta a great deal. We just be fillin in what be left." He mussed her hair again but a faint frown pulled at his lips. He had an idea of what it was like to be a father to a new born and to raise them as his own. But to be a father to a man nearly grown? He felt lost. "How we be tellin him?" He felt a faint chill of the morning air start to bite at his skin. Now without the movement and fury he realized that it was in fact still winter. He reached down to find the corner of the farthest blanket and pulled it close. Tossing it over their legs so that it rested to cover her lower back and down. Until they started moving again he would rather not be chilly.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
She listened to him quietly, making an amused sound when he mentioned Kanatu being too rigid. He wasn't wrong in that fact. Of course, it did make her raise her head to look down at him, "We just be tellin' him. Don't be needin' poison. He be less dramatic den his fa'da." She gave him a teasing grin before letting her head rest back down on his chest, "I t'ink he be fine wit it. Might be grumpy at first, but better dat he has one den not." She was thankful for the warmth of the blanket being draped over her, "Besides, I'm sure he be braggin' to dat orc boy about it. Don't know who be hatchin' dat one." She smirked, more to herself than anything, "Be more worried about dis village survivin' den if Hut'a can handle havin' a fa'da. He be stronger den he looks, at least. Gets dat from his ma'da."

Arravien Anderton03/15/2020
Hw chuckled softly and nodded, his tusk running along her shoulder as he did. "Well ya be right about dat. He be very strong." He knew that from the times he had worked with him of late. He was a thinker as much as he was magically inclined though the traces of berserker blood and martial combat were not so prominent. "I be talkin ta him soon. Be thinkin it be best comin from me." He ran his hands down to the curve of her waist and he held her securely with a slow breath in and back out. He knew he had to ask even if he was un happy about it. "You be makin a choice about who be going wit ya on dis Loa hunt a yours?"
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott03/15/2020
Shifts under the touch of his tusk, enjoying the odd sensation it gave as it moved over her shoulder. "Be fine wit dat. Bet he believin' ya. Besides, he be fond of ya before, be more fond now,eh?" She smirked at that thought. The boy would most likely take to him better than he did to her anyway. She wasn't the motherly type, most of her instruction was about how to get away with things he shouldn't have been doing in the first place. "Hm. Well, I was t'inkin'.." She chewed her lower lip for a moment as she made a thoughtful noise, "Wit dis new knowledge. Might be best if ya bot' stay here. Can be knowin' him better if ya both be alone for dat. And I don't need to be worryin' about keepin' him alive in da jungles where everyt'ing be tryin' ta eat da boy!" She chuckled and lifted her head to look down at him a slight grin on her lips as if this, somehow, was a gift to let Aja and Huntha stay here together to start working on making up for all the years of secrets.
March 16, 2020
 Arravien Anderton03/16/2020
Aja'it wasn't happy about the choice. He felt he had just gotten her back. His hands gripped at her waist a bit more tightly as she looked down at him but he gave a small smile. The words caught in his throat the first try but he eventually was able to get out, "If day be ya choice den I be here with da boy." He was trying at least to let her continue to choose. It would do nothing but start an argument and everything on him, as usual, didn't want her to leave his side. Now more than ever. But he knew she was still Wal'ami and that meant going alone. Especially for things like this. And she was right, dealing with the boy alone for a few months wouldn't be bad. He nodded and wrapped his arms around her lower back, squeezing tightly. "Don't be knowin what ya be expecting other wise. He be lookin ta join dis tribe fully an all dat. An I be... Huntin I guess. Til ya be comin back ta me."
March 24, 2020
 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
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 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
It had been over ten days since Aja'it had left with the children and five Wyverns from the Cloudlord Pride and in that time only one letter had been sent and the Wyverns each had returned at least once. The kills on their backs along with any other natural supplies such as herbs and stones, even a few shells and clams on one occasion might be little more than a good hunting haul they were clues to his location. For Wal'ami it would be easy to track the troll and his band of brats to the cliffs south west of the kodo graveyard where a few caves were situated near the top of the tall walls. Something that only a wyvern could reach and we'll out of the way of threats. Plus the area was a pathway for game tracking from the sea and the green grasses that could be found there and the northern stretch of the flat lands. He would spend most of the time there, hunting in the early mornings and near sunset with the boys while napping in the late afternoon and late at night. No doubt the parents would take issue with new sleeping schedule but it was the hunters schedule. Still, as usual, he was cautious. Always leaving one boy or wyvern to keep watch over the entrance of the cave.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
Chevok wound hop from one outstretched rock to another, using his wings to keep he and his rider from plummeting if the distance was too great. Wal’ami kept close watch on the rocks as the wyvern moved. She had become far more comfortable with the beast than in the past. Perhaps the two nearly meeting their end together helped to develop that relationship. Finally, Chevok landed in-front of the entrance to the cave with a thud. Wal’ami threw her leg over and dropped to the stone ground, dismounting her companion. She took a careful look over the entrance as a hand moved to pat her wyvern’s armor covered head. Chevok wasn’t too interested as he was too busy looking at the wyvern which had been place as a guard. Wal’ami took a deep breath as she moved forward, into the darker cave, “Boy. Ya be here?” She had confidence this was the correct cave, the guarding wyvern helped that, but there was always the chance Aja’it set this cave up as a decoy to mask the actual one from any threats.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
The wyvern, a younger female chuffed at Chevok in greeting and went up to rub her face against his cheek and neck before she sat beside him and continued her watch. She was a kind hearted wyvern, chosen to accompany them for the sake of the children. Aja'it had been very selective about which beasts he brought with them. Some for their maternal instinct, some for their speed and fighting skill. The cave itself was not very deep but it was long. Tunnles stretched out on either side of the entrance and seemed to loop back a bit on themselves. A small fire could be seen glowing at the back of one of the tunnles, the smoke escaping through cracks in the ceiling. At her call Huntha would answer, "Mother? What are you doing here?" After some echoing shuffled the young troll would appare in the flickering light, a big smile on his face.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
The troll narrowed her tired eyes as she tried to see deeper into the cave, the light from the fire definitely helped to guide her. That was until the sound of her offsprings echoed against the stone walls. It wasn’t the boy she was calling for, but she was quite happy to hear his voice. She closed the distance between them and reached a hand out to muss his hair, just because it was something she enjoyed doing, though she had never explained it, “Be comin’ to check on ya, Hu’ta.” She leaned to one side as she attempted to look beyond him for a moment before her golden orbs settled back on the youth, “How ya be feel in’?” She tilted her head to one side and the corners of her eyes pulled as she looked at his face intently. It was as if she was preparing herself to see if he would lie to her. Wal’ami wasn’t too concerned, she had faith that the boy would get over the illness as many already had. Though, there was a slight tug at something inside her that had been worried through the entire situation. She didn’t quite understand it, she didn’t like it, it she also liked it. She had decided those feelings were far too complicated for her to spend energy trying to figure out, for now.
 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
The boy pretended to try and bat her away but he kept close enough for his hair to continue being messed up. He had missed her a great deal. "I'm better now. Aja'it took good care of me the first few days but once we got here I didn't feel so sick any more." He took her hand and lead her over to the fire where Gordrik and Snagg were both sitting. It looked like they were sorting feathers as they pulled them off several very large swoops. No doubt that morning's hunt. They greeted the Sky-Reaver very differently. Snagg with a silent bow and respectful eye contact while he waited as if for orders to continue his task. Gordrik shouted and laughed, "Hey welcome to the Hideaway Cave! It's our new fortress. We're gonna have to enduct you into the secret circle to share the password and everything. Else next time we might have to kill you!" He was clearly joking as he waved a fan of long feathers at her. There was no sign of Aja'it in the cave to speak of at the moment. It was clean and orderly with all their packs set up as if ready to leave at a moment's notice. Huntha pointed over to the side where a few baskets were stacked. "We have food and clean water too if you want. How's eveiat home?"
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
She nodded in response to Huntha, “Be tinkin’ ya can return to da village soon.” She allowed him to lead her by the hand and she blinked as she was greeted by the other two younglings. She was surprised at their greeting and mannerisms, they seemed different suddenly. Even with all of that going through her heard she was quite pleased to hear that Aja’it had been taking care of Huntha. She looked at Gordrik specifically, “Oh? Well, might be doin’ dat. Ol’ Wal’ami be knowin’ plenty about secret circles.” She couldn’t keep back a prideful grin at the mention of that, “Been part of a couple over da years. But it be secret!” She chuckled lightly as she glanced to their work, “Ya been busy, eh? Work be good to keep de mind busy, same as da body.” She nodded matter of factly as if she had some experience with such a belief. She lowered down near the fire, and tucked her legs under her, “Food? What kinda food ya be havin’? Could be havin’ a bite and a drink.” She turned her attention to the baskets Huntha pointed out, curious. Hopefully Aja didn’t have them living on a diet of kaldorei. Which wasn’t much of a concern for Huntha, the others though...that may raise issue with the tribesman.
 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
Gordrik looked wide eyed at her and then laughed. "You've gotta tell me!" He ran over and tugged on her arm to get her to sit and probably force the story out of her. Huntha in the mean time moved over to gather up some fruit and some smoked meat and pass them over to her. He shot Gordrik a look as if to tell him to shut the fuck up but the young orc was too enthralled at the moment. Snagg sat back down and started at his work, observing the conversation in silence as normal for him. He was sorting the downy type feathers from the long feathers in general piles. The more refined work of choosing fletching feathers and the like seemed to be what Huntha had been doing. "I'll be glad to come home soon." He seemed to be eyeing her as if to try and figure out her next move. He was never cautious around her like Aja'it was but with the idea planted in his head that she might be leaving again he was a little more cautious.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
She chucked at Gordrik’s enthusiasm and shook her head. “Mm. Tell ya?” She made a long drawn out thoughtful noise as if she were debating on whether she should or not. Mostly just to keep the orc in suspense. She was skilled at driving people crazy, and enjoyed it, of course. Once Huntha passed over the goods she patted the stone floor beside her for him to sit, “Can be tellin’ ya if ya be wantin’ ta know.” She looked around the cave as if making sure no one else was present before leaning forward to whisper to the young ones, “But it need to be a secret. Can’t be leavin’ dis cave.” She reached two fingers into the top of her leg wrap and removed a small coin. On the face of the coin was a fist grasped around the blade of a sword. She offered the coin to Huntha. “Dat coin be provin’ one of Wal’ami’s memberships like dat.” She placed a piece of smoked meat between her lips and tore a piece free. She chewed the meat in she cheek as she continued, “See. Not everyt’in he decided on da battlefield. Dere also be dose who be pullin’ strings ta make victories possible. Dese people and actions rarely be seen or heard of.” As she continued she would glance to Huntha on occasion to see his reaction to her tale. She knew he wasn’t a fan of her constant disappearance from the boy’s life. “Dere was once a group dat did dese t’ings durin’ Da Demons t’ird invasion.” She nodded towards the coin Huntha held, “and every one of dem carried a coin like dat. It be how we know each ot’er.”

Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
Huntha took the coin and looked it over as he listened. Both he and Gordrik were silent with wide eyes. Gordrik however was practically bouncing in his seat. "Oh yeah! Huntha was telling me you were some kind of spy or something. I didn't believe him but I mean I believe you so that's what matters." Huntha was about to snap back at the younger boy before he stopped, eyeing something behind Wal'ami. Aja'it spoke softly and without the muffled volume of his lion head hood, "She not be lyin bout day coin. Ya be payin attention ta da Woman. She be teachin ya tings about da shadows. Be good ta know."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
Wal’ami turned her ear toward Aja’s voice and a it brought a grin to her lips as she looked back to Gordrik, “Da best spies be da ones dat no one t’inks be spies.” She chuckled at the orc and shook her head, “Dis one though.” She reached a finger out to tap the coin in Huntha’s grasp, “Dey be da slayers of kings, the downfall of empires..” she paused to move a hand before her in an attempt to be theatrical, “da unseen blades dat write da true history of dis world.” She chuckled to herself, while the description sounded outlandish, it was a mantra she would not forgot any time soon. “Aja be right bout da shadows. When dere be war times information be as powerful as armies, if it be the right information. “ she reached a hand behind her to let it lay atop Aja’it’s foot, “from da shadows ya can be gat’erin’ da most information. Watchin’. Listenin’. Waitin’ for dat perfect moment ta strike!” She seemed to be quite enjoying herself as she told the tale, it was something she didn’t often discuss. Younglings were easier as they rarely held the same judgement in her tactics as those who were grown and had developed some moral code that always seemed to conflict with her own.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
The three listened closely. While the two orcs may not have interacted with her much they did hold a measure of respect. It was in her aura of mystery and general confidence. Before they could start talking though Aja put a hand on her shoulder. "You tree be staying here for a while. Be leaving da Wyverns for ya. Gotta be talkin ta her alone." Without waiting he pulled her by the shoulder away from the boys. He had no issues with her talking to them. Infact he thought it was good for all of them and fairly nice to see her interact with the younger ones. What he wanted though was to talk to his mate. Alone. The hand on her shoulder was warm as he pulled her fully outside again. He was dressed as usual with the black fur cloak around his shoulders though his hood wasn't up this time. He was shirtless and simoek leggings were stained from life in the cave. The moment that they were fully outside he spun her and pushed her roughly against the stone of the cliff face and pressed his forehead into hers. His tusks pressing into the very sides of her neck as he grumbled deeply, keeping her pinned by the shoulders against the stone. "What be takin ya so long Woman?"
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
She rose briefly, but her expression remained as close to neutral as possible so as not to raise any alarm in the young ones. She didn’t say anything as they moved through the cave, though she was curious about what could be so important. As she felt the coldness of the stone meeting her back she let out a quiet grunt, looking up at him. Her arms bent at the elbow and she rested her hands on other side of his abdomen, “mm.” She felt the tusks pressing into her flesh and her brow twitched upwards, “Be makin’ sure its be safe.” Her fingers curled to tighten into his sides, “and now it be.” She didn’t avert her gaze him, instead she stared back at him intently, “be here now.”
 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
Aja'it's eyes flickered warmly as he looked into her golden orbs. He pressed her shoulders a little more firmly into the stone as he moved in on her space, standing chest to chest now. He lifted his head, his tusks locking on her jaw for a moment before he pulled away. He was so close to kissing her. He licked his lips at the thought as he slipped a hand over the collar of her shirt, pulling at the fabric slightly. "Be missing ya, my Woman. Running around wit da brats for days on end. Thought I be havin ta cut my ears off to stop Gordrik from getting an axe in the skull. Kid don't be shuttin his face." He spoke with a soft tone of amusement as his hand slipped down the center of her chest and down along the belly slowly to the rim if her pants. After a moment he sighed and moved to rest his hand on her hip. "What ya be sayin be true? About da village?" He wanted to be sure she wasn't just giving the little ones false hope. Or him for that matter but he guessed she wouldn't be there for any other reason than they could return. Not that he wanted to go back of course. Being tied to that house he built for them in that place with the people he had come to tolerate. No he wanted to get back to a life of his usual shadowy skulking about of course.
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
She watched his carefully and had a brief look of disappointment as he pulled his face away, but it quickly faded. As his hand moved to tug on the fabric of her shirt she arched her back towards him slightly to exaggerate her chest a bit more. “And ya be survivin’ it. And he be survivin’ it too. Be doin’ good.” A grin found its way to her expression as she let her sarcasm roll over those full lips. “Be true.” She let her hands move and up and down his sides slowly, comfortingly, “Be findin’ da source of dat mess and endin’ it.” Her hands found their way to his chest in the limited space between them and she drug them down, enjoying the feel of her fingertips moving over the ridges of his scales. “And can be goin’ back when ya be ready.” She looked up at him warmly, “Dat hut be too big for just one.” She leaned her forehead forward, trying to find his again to at least have the psychical contact for the moment. She hadn’t seen him in too long, and that only made her desire his touch more.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton03/24/2020
He made a pleased sound and his eyes flicked down as she arched her back. The tiny movements of her body towards him excited him. They were reminders that she did still desire him. He ran his hands down her hips and then around so that he was holding her rear in each one while he leaned his head down to touch her forehead and closed his eyes. "Be goin back soon." He lifted his hands while he cupped her rear and squeezed tightly. "Not be too soon though. De be fine for a little bit." There was a low undertone of a growl in his tone. A deep possessive hunger as he kneeded her. "Be glad ya be dealing with dis illness. Be hoping there be some peace for a little while. Want ta be living with my mate properly before she be leavin again. Wakin up in da same cot. Cooking da meals. Helping ya find ya lost spiders an vials a poison ya be leavin about." He snorted in an amused way. He may be talking sweetly but his hands and the pressure he put behind his hips as he lined them up with hers.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott03/24/2020
She inhaled sharply as he lifted her with his firm grip on her rear. Part of her enjoyed her freedom and disappearing as she saw fit, there was also this new part of her that was coming to enjoy the possessiveness her mate had for her. She lowered her voice to a whisper, “Da sickness be gone....when we be returnin’ we be doin’ all dem tings ya want ta be doin’.” Her hands moved around his sides and found their way behind him but under the lion cloak, “like proper mates.” She slide her hands up his back and found his shoulders where she pressed her fingertips firmly into his flesh. She made a soft sound as she felt his hips line up with hers, “and we be enjoyin’ each other as many times as we be wantin’.” She let her own eyes fall closed for a moment, just enjoying his presence there. “Maybe we don’t even be leavin’ da hut for a while. Just be stayin’ dere. Tagether. Wit my tree troll.”
 
 
March 25, 2020
 Arravien Anderton03/25/2020
He smirked at her as he rocked slightly, pulling her away from the wall just a little only to press her quickly and firmly back into it with a rumbling sound in his chest. "Ya don't be leavin cause ya legs not be movin my Woman." He pulled away just a touch more to look over her gently though that smirk was still in place. "An ya be right. I be enjoying ya for days. As much as ya be letting me." He rolled his shoulders back into her touch, not unlike a cat getting rubbed down the spine. He closed his eyes and arched his back further into her hands, a pleased half smile on his lips. His chest felt tight in the moment as he shared the moment with his mate. This was the sort of thing he imagined in his dreams the last few years. As he enjoyed back scratches Huntha sneaked out of the cave. Very very quietly and very very slowly and only so far as to spy on them. He hadn't seen them interacting much and the new curiosity about the troll that was his father and the romantic side of his mother's life. He understood generally what he was seeing but that's not what interested him. It was the vulnerability of Wal'ami in the moment and the clear affection of someone like Aja'it. It made the young troll smile before padding back into the cave to let them be. If there's one good thing he had learned from living under Kanatu's care it was letting others have their space. Aja'it opened his eyes and peered at the spot where the boy had disappeared from. After a moment of hard staring, thinking perhaps some rogue or deadly thing might jump from the shadows, he turned back to her and moved his hands to her hips, slipping under the shirt. He rubbed her fuzzy skin slowly, as if seeking to memorize the curves and the muscle underneath. "How soon be soon? Be wantin dem peaceful days wit ya now. Not wanting ta be letting ya go just yet. He slipped his hand further up her shirt.

Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
As night befell the tribe, Wal’ami had retired to her hut. She was hopeful Aja’it would find his way home, though she was not confident. She knew losing his cloak had affected him greatly and he had kept his distance from the village because of it. Now knowing it would never be returned, she wasn’t sure exactly what her mate would do. She did feel a certain amount of guilt in deciding to assist Grymdel instead of snatching the cloak from that thieving troll’s back. It was a difficult decision and in the past she would’ve chosen the material item over the person. It was too late to undo that decision. She sat in the middle of the hut, with the small box of pretty stones situated between her crossed legs. She had been going through the box, making sure each of the stones were accounted for. They seemed to be so far. It was surprising as she valued these stones far more than most of the others items that had been taken. Thieves. Can’t trust a thief. The thought made her raise her gaze to a lone table situated in the hut that was littered with various glass bottles and vials and she chuckled to herself. One thing she did know, she missed her mate’s presence and his former state of mind.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
It was well past the height of the moon before Aja'it returned to the village. Slinking and hiding among the shadows. He had chosen to let Wal'ami deal with the thieves. She insisted on getting reinforcements and he knew that if he attacked in his state of anger with anyone else but her, and possibly the boy, around they could end up dead just as much as a thief. He knew that, while he might not care about it, she did. So he had gone off to clear out the Lashers that had been starting to creep up on the village. There was a good bit to do there and it occupied his claws and anger. He wanted that cloak back. It was a reminder of his beginning with Wal'ami. A reminder of their whole life together. It was the representation, to him of his petitory nature and a point of pride for having killed the beast. He had that cloak through all manner of situations in the past and now it was gone. He saw the faint flickering light from inside the hut and he hoped that she had the cloak, as well as her own items back.
Stopping to check on Huntha in his stand alone hut he peeked in on the sleeping boy. Giving him a nod as he stretched out over the hammock, one arm and one leg nearly dragging the floor. He would have to get him a bit bigger space soon. He could save that hammock for the next child, if the Loa would bless him with another. He moved up the ramp, Rahjin following up behind him with little Zanta tucked into the thick fur of his scruff. The two had helped keep Aja'it away from the hunt for the thieves while he was out and now they needed sleep as much as he did. He looked about the hut as he entered, eyes settled on Wal'ami. He had several red cuts that were still healing and some even still oozing blood from the lashers and he was faintly sticky with the sap but otherwise he looked alright.(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
Hearing Aja’it step inside she did let out a sigh of relief. Pleased that he had returned, though she decided not to look upon him just yet. Perhaps her own guilt made it more difficult than usual. She snapped the wooden box closed and secured the latch. A couple stones were missing. It was a sad moment. She often tossed the pretty stones away when she was bored of looking at them. This small collection she had decided to keep. They had been given to her at specific times throughout their life, and the stones had memories of those milestones attached to them. The thieves were dead, it would be unlikely that she could find them, no matter how hard she looked through that wreckage for a third time. Slowly she rose to her feet, taking the box with her and she stepped over to the table to set it down. The sweet smell of jungle flowers seemed to be stronger than usual. She had decided to freshen up her fragrance in hopes that it would help to ease him, even if only a little. The Darkspear had thought about how she would tell him, how she could tell him in a way that may not endanger her. Of course, all those thoughts had vanished now that she was confronted with the task in the moment. She turned to face him and slowly lifted her gaze from the hut floor, but it didn’t seem to get past his hands. A frown creased her lips at the cuts present. “Aja’it..” she turned back to the table to retrieve some water and cloth. She could at least focus on tending to the wounds for now. It would provide some sort of distraction from what was currently plaguing her mind. Once she had the items she crossed the floor of the hut to approach him, keeping her steps slow and non-threatening. Once she stood before him she reached a hand out and placed it flat on his chest. “Be sittin’ so Wal’ami can be tendin’ ya.” She still didn’t raise her gaze to his but she took a step back to let him pass, if he decided to follow her instruction. Damn thieves.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
Aja'it did not miss her demeanor. She was never this submissive. not ever. Or was it fear? He frowned deeply and his eyes shifted from their soft auburn to the cat-like yellow that was more and more frequent these days. He didn't move or speak though. Something had happened. Either someone was hurt, she made a mistake, or the cloak was gone. A pit yawned open in his belly but he would let her speak when she was ready. He rested his hand against hers on his chest, feeling the warmth and checking the steadiness of her hands. He breathed in deeply, his mouth slightly open as he tried to smell and taste her mood not unlike a beast might. Though all he seemed to get was the deep jungle floral scent that helped to calm him. He reached out to her as she stood aside and gently, very slowly, brushed her cheek with his fingertips. Then he went to go sit down on their shared sleeping nest. The huge pile of animal skins, scaled and furry alike, combined with the many pillows and cushions took up a fair chunk of the floor in one corner. Sitting down he made sure that there was enough room for her to sit comfortably. There wasn't anything that he could say or do right then in the moment other than to do as she asked. Rahjin, feeling the mood in the room, thumped off to his own nest which was an equally as large spot on the floor in the other corner. Aja'it, since becoming mates with Wal'ami, had made an effort to not sleep with the bear and instead with her. Sometimes though, if he slept before him or took a nap during the day he was still with Rahjin, bundled up in his paws. Zanta, feeling that she was home chirped and jumped down from Rahjin's back before scurrying up the spiral stairs to the little play area the three baby raptors had up there. There was the pitter patter of clawed feet from above along with three distinct squeals and chirps as the trio played. Aja'it might have snorted in amusement if not for Wal'ami's strange mood.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
Wal’ami watched as Rahjin and Zanta went about finding their own spots and a smile did grace her lips at the thought of her family being home. It was how she had been seeing not only Huntha and Aja’it, but their animal companions as well. She leaned into his touch on her cheek slightly as he moved past her and she watched as he got settled into their nest. She followed, lifting a leg to step in and lowered herself down to her knees beside him. She placed the bowl and bandages aside and pulled his right hand into her lap. “Be glad ya be here tonight.” She ran a hand over his forearm, picking up some of the sticky sap and she raised a hand for him to see as she rolled it between her finger and thumb, “Be givin’ ya a good bath when da sun be risin’.” She spoke as if this wasn’t a suggestion, but what would happen. He didn’t need her care to that level over a few scratches, but he was going to get it, damn it. Wal’ami reaches for the linen bandages and began separating them until she could ball one up and dip it into the water before using it to dab at his wounds. “Ya be eatin’ yet?” She kept her eyes on the task at hand, but she wanted to hear him speak. It would help her to know his current mood, though she expected she could guess it without a word. She was careful and as gentle as she could be while she cleaned his wounds. Pausing to make sure no more blood would seep out before setting his hand aside and repeating the process with his other one. Every so often she would glance up at him, hoping to keep that gaze a secret. Once she was pleased with her work she stood slowly, taking the bowl with her. “Be stayin’ put. Not done.” The Darkspear moved over to the table and dumped the contents of the bowl into a bucket before reaching for a ceramic pitcher on her table and refilling it. She shifted her weight to let left leg as she began going through the vials littering the table. With her back to him, at least she could give him something pleasing to look at-
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
Though she doubted he was in any mood for such a thing to bring him much joy. She made a thoughtful sound as she retrieved a vial and quickly emptied its contents into the fresh bowl. Having her concoction prepared she took the bowl back to the nest and settled once more. She retrieved one of the bandages and dipped it into the water, moving them around to both stir the liquid and saturate them. “Don’t be worryin’. No poison. Dis be helpin’ ya regenerate and keepin’ infection away.” She felt a need to reassure him of that. It seemed fitting considering her history. After she was satisfied she picked up the roll of bandages and rung them out, holding them over the bowl until they were merely damp. She pulled his hand to her lap again and went through the task of wrapping his hand. Going around and between his fingers, not using too much, and being sure they wouldn’t restrict the use of his hands. She tucked the end of the bandage back into itself to hold it in place and started working on his other hand. “Wal’ami be sorry, Aja.” As she wrapped his second hand she finally looked up at him, “She be truly sorry she couldn’t be gettin’ da cloak before it be burned.” She knew it was a risk to bring it up to him in such close quarters, but she felt remorse for failing to retrieve the item he placed so much importance on. It grieved her far more than she believed it should have, and she knew why. At least now she knew why. Her hands slowed as she fell silent, watching his face, awaiting his reaction. At least with his hands bandaged she may have a chance to slip through his grasp...should it come to that.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
Ajait sat still and relaxed as she tended to him. Her touch was welcome and soothing as she cleaned the cuts. Lashers had a habit of wrapping constricting vines around their prey and cutting them deeply with the thorns on them. It was not a pleasant way to go to be sure and it was a deadly hunt with them being so hard to kill. Which is why he had gone after them. He quite liked the idea of a bath, especially one given by her... and better yet if they were alone. That idea made him a bit more relaxed as she worked over him to clean the cuts. Though her attention was strange and put him on edge he couldn't deny that it was everything that he loved about moments like this. The gentle attention to his every need. As she asked about the food he shook his head. He hadn't had the mind to eat while he waited on the news. Besides he had eaten yesterday, a rather large meal, so that was enough to sustain him to the moment. Though he could probably eat again. Something simple and raw. He watched her get up and walk away, eyeing her as she did. Every time it got to him. The shape and movement of her. Even now when he suspected something was terribly wrong the sight stirred his unending hunger for her. Even if just a little. When she settled back down with the new mixture he sniffed at it faintly. It didn't smell like poison at least and his eyes softened a touch as she explained. She may not wish to admit it but her intimate work with poison also made her a fairly good healer. At least to him. He would never want her to take up the same role as Jaeva within the village but for him he would trust no one else for a proper cleansing potion. He kept his hand limp in her lap as she applied the dressings to it, letting her move it as she needed and closing his eyes. Her touch always soothed him. .
 
 
 
[2:42 PM]At least that was until she started to speak about what happened. His hand turned ridged and he opened his eyes to look at her. His brow was pulled down and he was tense all over as he listened to her explanation. His cloak, the thing that held all the memories of his life with Wal'ami, good, bad, even those months when he was away from her side. That cloak was a connection to a boy he once knew and without it he feared he would forget and he would become something that she would no longer like. The emotional side of him felt roaring waves of anger, grief, and even fear come over him. His eyes went a bit wide as the news sunk in. The Cloak, he realized, was also a shield from outsiders that he had spent many years hiding behind. Without it the village would see his face. Would know him. Though even as the reactions were flowing through him he felt the creature in his soul stir. It was just an item. He had hunted hundreds of lions in his life time, so why was this raggedy patch of fur any different? Could he not go out and hunt something even larger and more powerful as a proper beast and lay claim to a greater prize? He sat frozen, his hand still in hers though the claws that were usually retracted inside of his altered finger pads were fully exposed. Three inches of sharp, seriated, flesh rending claws.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
And there it was. The tension in him was easy enough for her to feel, his claws suddenly being exposed helped her to discern his emotions without him speaking a word. After she finished tying off the bandage on his hand, she ran her fingertips up his forearm. Her touch stopped to rest over the serpent mark etched into his flesh and she gripped his arm in a gentle squeeze. The mark she had given his former arm was from around the time they had felled that black lion. It may have helped if his suffering was due to memories much like her lost gems. She expected he suffered more as he wasn’t one to worry about material things, save for a couple, that cloak being the most important. Wal’ami thought for a moment, wanting to fix his mood but being unsure of just how to go about the task. It needed to be fixed for his benefit, which somehow affected her own. She tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck to him. She hoped the moment of vulnerability and trust that came with it would speak to his more animalistic nature. She held her head in that position for a long moment, “Be wantin’ to make dis right for my mate. We can be huntin’ and get ya a new one? A grander one?” She kept her hand rested over the mark on his arm, not keen to remove her touch from him just yet. “What can I be doin’ to fix dis? Just be tellin’ me and I be doin’ it!” She was not the emotional sort, but in this moment and since the engagement with the thieves her emotions had been running rampant. She found her emotions were always much higher when she was around him, though she did a good job of keeping them buried or at least hidden. Tonight, that was not the case.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
Aja'it blinked a few times as her hand pressed into the tattoo mark that he had replaced on the new limb once it grew back fully. Which was not a pleasant time. His eyes, pupils now cat like slits so thin that in the gloom of the hut they could hardly be seen, watched the movement carefully. His breathing was picking up as the two sides of him wrestled. Mostly spurred on by fear. Which only made him angry. He should fear nothing. When she exposed her neck to him he fixated on it. Not in a desire to rip out her throat for what had happened. He had no desire to kill her at all, but ne needed to do something. Anything. And here she was offering herself up as something to do. Her words pressed in on his ears and their higher pitch, the distress in her tone pulled at him. After a few prolonged seconds Aja'it sprung into action. Knocking over the bowl of prepared healing waters and grabbing her wrists in his hands with an iron grasp. He shoved her roughly with the point of his tusks so that she was forced back to lay on her back with her arms thrust up above her head as he straddled her at the hips so that she couldn't knee him properly. He slipped his tusks up from her chest so that he could slip them to either side of her neck. It was the first time that he had been able to do that as his body continued to change and transform over the last several weeks. They were still snug on either side of her neck as they rested in the corners where her shoulders and neck met. He pressed down so that his hot breath, now panting, moved over her neck, lips less than an inch from her flesh. He held her there shaking slightly as a growl pulled from his throat. He made no other move though.

Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
Wal’ami let out a cry as she spring forward, it wasn’t out of fear, more surprise at the sudden burst of movement. As she landed on her back she was quick to wiggle her hips and tug at her arms. Well, this was a turn of events she should have anticipated. She looked up at him through golden orbs, watching his expression closely. There was no denying that she enjoyed when he displayed his physical strength, even in such a tense moment under nearly the world possible circumstance. Her tongue moved out to wet her lips which had suddenly gone dry in the moment. She was unsure of what exactly to do, and regretted not wearing her daggers. Not that she could’ve reached them in the first place. The tusks pinning her down was new, and not altogether terrible as it allowed him to be close enough for his hot breath to roll over her flesh. She could’ve said a number of things to her mate, but it may not have led to a pleasant end, instead she stared up at him, waiting for him to decide what action he would take next. After all, she did open the door for most anything, she just didn’t expect it to be so soon.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
His eyes locked onto hers as he grounded himself. Slowly he released the pressure he had on her wrists and pulled away so that her head was free to move. He closed his eyes and took in several long breaths through the nose. The scent of her calmed him and he slowly forced away the raw emotion. With his eyes still closed he said very lightly, "Ya be doin' da best ya can. Ya be needin ta not worry." His wording was a bit strange, indicative of his still scrambled mind as he settled. When he opened his eyes again they were yellow once more, bright and watchful but there was no hint of the amber that was more characteristic of his old self. But they were also a bit distant. As if he was looking through her rather than at her. "Be needin some tings." He blinked slowly for a moment. "Be huntin an stealin." He would have to move fast so that his face would not become known to the tribe of tauren. That wouldn't do at all. He would need leather, and gold.... lots of gold. And some of his gems. Red ones. He looked down to his body. Without the cloak the faintly grey-purple scales that now lined his torso and arms were easy to see if not covered by the yellow chest piece he had worn for years now. That would have to go... Zanta's colors were coming in and if he was going to keep her around a pack should match one another. It was easier for him, both sides of him, to focus on the next steps. It kept him from falling back to his stronger emotions. His eyes would take on that calculating look that he got when he was on the hunt. Something that, here where prey was no so hard to come by or as challenging to kill, might have been missing from his regular range of expressions.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
Wal'ami looked up at him as he moved, watching him closely. There was a great deal going on under the surface of the Raventusk. Most of it was due to her action, or better yet inaction and she knew that the guilt of it would eat away at her for some time to come. She didn't move to sit up, instead she continued to lay there, "Be eatin' first." She glanced to her alchemy table with just her eyes before looking back up to him. "Be lettin' Wal'ami feed ya before ya run off huntin'." There was little else she could say, though one thing was for sure, she didn't want him running off just yet. It may have been selfish, but that she cared little about. Besides, she had prepared food for if he did happen to come home this night. He was here so there was little point in letting the food go to waste. In truth, she was just looking for a reason to keep him with her for longer. Even in this state, having him here was better than not having him, she thought. She couldn't turn back time, but she could at least provide a meal and care for him as she did with his wounds.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
With a blink he looked down at her. He frowned and tilted his head to the side a bit. "Ya not be comin wit me den?" He moved off of her to the side to allow her to get up if she wished. He had assumed she would be going with him. Hunting and stealing were some of her favorite activities. Not only that but he thought it might be a good idea to get her away. Away with him for a long while. He knew he was unstable at the moment as he passed over a critical stage. It's why he couldn't go hunting the thieves for fear of killing someone that she cared about. The idea of being away from the one thing that was keeping him from surrendering completely was not a pleasing one. He needed her with him. Needed her to be at his side. His stomach grumbled as the lingering thought of food crossed his mind. He closed his eyes and scrunched up his face. His emotions were still high from losing the cloak. It was more of his identity than his own arm. But in addition to the raw instincts of food and his mate and the plans to go off and gather what would be needed for his new mask... it was too much. He was having a hard time focusing for once in his life. He felt an ache in his bones and over his skin. He would eventually open up his eyes and focus on her to hear her answer.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
She sat up slowly when he moved to her side, "Wasn't sure if ya be wantin' me ta be." A smile pulled at the corners of her lips, even in such a situation her vanity had gotten the better of her and she quite enjoyed him expecting her to go with him. She reached a hand over and patted his leg, "Be comin' den." She let her hand linger there for a moment before finally pushing herself to her feet. She didn't step away immediately, instead she stood beside him and used her hands to pull the side of his head into her exposed midriff. Standing there for a brief moment in the makeshift hug, "Always be comin'." She finally released him and stepped over to the table to fetch what she had gathered for him. She picked up a long neck bottle of moonberry juice and a simple plank of wood with a linen cloth laid atop it. When she finally turned to face him once more she smiled mischievously, "If Harnor be askin' where dis went, we be blamin' da orcs." She knew he wouldn't find her normal humor too funny, not in his current state, but she had to at least try to get him to some sort of normalcy. Even if it was in vain.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
As she pulled him into the embrace he put his hands around her, resting them on her powerful calves and rubbed them lightly, feeling the tight muscle under the peach fuzz layer of fur. He let out a soft sigh as it seemed to ease some of his tension and he nuzzled softly into her midriff. Once she pulled away he let her go easily, his eyes watching her progress across the floor. He eyed the jug and the plank with interest, sniffing at the air as if he could determine what it was now that he had a chance to calm down and focus on it. He licked his lips and his eyes glittered at her mischievous grin. It had him excited though with everything else going on at the moment he wasn't sure that it was a good idea. He closed his eyes again as he sat up and made a space beside him for her to settle down in. Normally he made a point not to eat where he slept but tonight it felt like far too much effort to go to the table himself. "Bet he be trustin ya word on dat." He gave her a tiny smirk knowing that she could pull off that lie easily enough. She was a master at misdirection. "Ya be takin good care a Aja'it tonight." He said it simply though he intended the simple recognition to be a form of thanks. She didn't often give him this much attention and care. It wasn't in her nature. Without it, on a night like this, he knew that he could have done serious damage. The thought nagged at him. His eyes glazed over a bit as his thoughts were drawn to an ever increasing problem that he would need to figure out.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
A smile did tug at her lips, both at the compliment about her ability to spin a web of lies and the thanks for the attention and care. It may not have been in her nature, though she knew he was in need. Besides, she still held herself to blame for part of his current condition. It had told her some things about herself that she hadn't expected, but she was tired of running from those things, and she had committed to staying. When she reached him she set the bottle down, as well as the still covered plank. "If I don't be, who will? Some Zandalari?" She snorted though quickly forced the jealousy from her gaze. She had seen him stalking around with that one, luckily he had chased her for enough years that she couldn't help but trust his loyalties. She placed her hands on his shoulder and lowered herself down, placing one of her knees on either side of his waist to straddle him. She wanted to be near him, and this was as close as she could manage, she thought. Wal'ami leaned to one side to pull the cloth from the plank and toss it aside, "Now what ya be wantin' first?" She picked up a piece of cheese from the plank and glanced to him for a moment before setting it back down, "No, not dat one." She let her hand hover over the plate and picked up a small strip of raw animal flesh, "Dis one." She raised her hand with the meat up between his tusks and paused to hold it just at his lips. He most likely would want to inspect it, she thought. He was becoming more and more animalistic and she had started to adjust to what she believed would be best. She watched his face closely, it was almost like learning a new person. It was still Aja'it, it was still her mate, just different. The scales and claws were proof enough of that, but even his mannerisms were slightly different and she was uncertain of what he would be at the end of this change, but she knew he would be hers.

Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
Aja'it refocused on her as she came close. He snorted at the idea of the Zandalari. She was an interesting one but he had only spoken to her as a hope to get to know someone else in the village. Figuring that it was what Wal'ami would have wanted. For him to reconnect in a way to a life with people outside of just her. She was unfrotunatly in his eyes not terribly interesting for long conversations. Even her body language was off, as if she was hiding something. "Dat Zanda don' be havin notin on ya. Ya be a glitterin gem in da light a da moon." He spoke softly as she came closer, looking up at her with admiration. As she set herself over him, a knee on each side of his hips he found that his only thoughts were suddenly of food and her. He brought his hands up to grip at her hips, his fingers wrapping around her rear possessively as he watched her pick at the food. Though when she had asked the original question about what he wanted first his initial thought was not of food. He mentally shook himself. He hated being so scattered and easily distracted. He knew it was part of the Beast within him but he wished that it was more focused like he tended to be. As the meat was pressed to his lips he first smelled it, his eyes half closing as he tried to identify it. He then opened his mouth for her. He felt he was being treated like a king in the moment. He felt a surge of appreciation and love for Wal'ami as he sat there. No matter about the cloak he still had her and she was still with him even now with all of his changes. His gaze would soften and he would relax noticeably at her touch.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
The corners of her eyes pulled at his words. Part of it was hearing about how uninterested in the Zandalari he was. It was reassuring for her, and her dominance over having him. The other was how she would never tire of the pleasant words he spoke of her. She couldn’t ignore how much she enjoyed that aspect of him. He was far better with words than she in that respect. She made a pleased sound at feeling his grip on her backside. She liked how possessive of her he had become. For her, it was a symbol of his desire for her and she liked being desired. As his lips opened she moved the meat between them and withdrew her hand once he had a firm grip on it. “Ah, Aja. Ya be my sweet beast.” She moved her other arm over his shoulder and used her fingers to toy with his hair just above the base of his neck. She fetched another piece of meat and paused as she waited for him to finish the first. Feeding him in such a way brought her joy, she didn’t fully understand why, but it was something that had been on her mind for some time. Perhaps it was a way of trying to atone for all she had put the male through over the course of their lies. Or perhaps it was just another way to show her affection for her mate.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
He rumbled quietly as she played with his hair. It was perhaps in need of a trim. The fight with the lashers had put it in a wild mess rather than his usual tall mowhawk. He leaned his head back slightly into her hand as he took another piece when it was offered. He couldn't deny that in the moment he had no thought for things beyond the moment. It was nice to be grounded there. Something solid to pin his thoughts to. Her words made him smile. That was a name he could get used to. The claim that she laid on him brought him a great deal of joy. Food, loving touches, soft words. It was the simple things that he preferred and tonight he was getting all of them. He licked his lips. He wasn't sure what he was eating as far as the meat went but it was delicious. He was tempted to ask but he still wanted to try and figure it out himself. there was only so much in Desolace that could be gotten still raw. Instead as he finished off the piece he gave her a little smirk. "Perhaps I be havin tings stolen from me more often ya be like dis. Gonna make me fat an lazy wit all dis." He flicked his eyes to the plank, not even close to satisfied. Though at his teasing words he raised a hand up to run down her spine smoothly. He was not so far gone as to take without offering back. His fingers were rough against her skin but warm and gentle as he could manage. Her back was tense. No doubt from worrying about him and what he might do. Focusing on her lower back and hips he would try to ease that tension.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
She picked up a new piece of meat as she looked down at him. “Only if I be stealin’ dem.” She smirked at her, still feeling quite violated by the robbery. Spies be damned. She leaned her head forehead to press her lips to his forehead in a gentle kiss, though she turned her head just slightly so her small tusks could brush his flesh. As she drew back her eyes fell closed under his attentions. His touch was pleasant, his hands were not as soft as they once were. Even then they weren’t exactly soft, now though they were quite different. As she opened her eyes she moved the meat to his lips, “One night of me takin care of ya won’t be makin’ ya fat and lazy. Ya always be sayin’ dat.” She chuckled gently, as he took the meat from her, she let her thumb run over his chin. As he worked on that piece she reached for the bottle and removed the stopper, to take a sip herself as she waited for him to finish chewing. “Could be gettin’ used ta dis, be tinkin’.” She grinned at him, quite happy to return the favor after all he had done for her over the years. In between her running across Azeroth. She held the bottle near his lips, letting him get a sniff of the sweet liquid. She would wait until he was ready before administering a drink.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
Her kiss has his eyes drift closed. The little touch of the tusks on his skin reminded him of her not so soft side. She was deadly even when she was being affectionate and that was something that he adored. Before she was able to pull away fully he had slipped his tusks onto either side of her neck and kissed her neck softly. It was a new sensation to be able to do. He let her pull way though as she gathered another piece of meat. Aja'it took the meat gratefully and savored it as her hand lingered on his chin. The continued ribbing of him becoming fat and lazy was still amusing to him. She kept him busy enough that he doubted he would ever get to that point. As the bottle was tipped toward him he grinned and took the opening to his lips to drink. It was his favorite and the wider set of his tusks would make it far easier for her to let him drink. Once he was done he pulled away slowly so that none was spilled. Licking his lips again he would slip his hands back down to rest on her hips. "Ya best be eatin too." He didn't want to take all the meat and he suspected that the worry had filled her stomach more than any meal the last day. He squeezed her rear for a moment and a tiny frown appeared on his lips. "We be talkin a little. Be needin ya voice." Now that he was calm and focused again it would be easier for him to actually say what was on his mind and get her thoughts as well. She was clever, always had been, and he needed clever right now.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
She made a pleased sound when his kiss found her neck. It was different, unexpected. She would have to admit she was happy about the change in his tusks. If things continued, one day she may be able to taste his lips. Something she had accepted she would never be able to do. It was a secret hope that she would keep to herself for now. She set the bottle down and looked at him at his mention of her needing to eat as well. He wasn’t wrong, though she was far more concerned about his own appetite. “Can be doin’ dat.” She picked up a piece of the cheese she had set aside, as she drew it to her lips, her tongue slithered out and she placed the cheese on it. She kept it there on display for a moment before withdrawing it back into her mouth. She thought it might be interesting to give him a show about it. Her enjoyment was interrupted at his words. She wiggled her hips a bit as she felt his hands rest there again. It seemed like a natural place for his hands to rest. “Oh?” She tilted her head at she looked down at him, a thin brow lifting in curiosity, “and what ya be wantin’ Wal’ami to be puttin’ her voice to? Hm?” She was curious, whenever he had asked to discuss something specifically it was never a boring topic. She paused to wait for his words, she chewed quietly as she watched him.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
Distracted for a moment by the little show and the wiggle of her hips he took a few blinks to regather his thoughts. He then narrowed his eyes at her and put a bit of pressure on her hips as if to still them. She was a horrible teas... though he had to remind himself that since they had become mates she had never once teased in vein. He always got what she hinted at. He turned his attention back to her with a slight frown. "Be t'ree tings." He furrowed his brow a bit as he looked up at her. "Needin ta be tinkin bout ya loa in da jungle. Ya be keepin 'im waitin a long time. Den der be dis mask... Neva been able ta-" He frowned a moment. It sounded stupid in his own ears so he tried to find a way to say it differently. "All my life da armor, da weapons, dey be given ta me. Not be worryin bout it till now... but- Ya always be looking like da hunta. Ya be in armor dat sends a message. Be wantin da same." He glanced at her. Yeah that was stupid. Shaking his head he plowed on with a frown then. "An der be da talk on da last change in me. It be comin soon."
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
She forced herself to still, or his grip on her hips did. She listened to him Intently, it was the first she was hearing about these things. The loa. She hadn’t given it a great deal of thought recently with everything that had transpired with the tribe. They weren’t in a position for the Skyreaver to go running off to the jungle in search of an unknown loa. She made a thoughtful sound as if she just realized she had put them before her own wants. That was unexpected. “Be goin’ to da loa when da time be right for it. Dat time be gettin’ closer, be tinkin.” She glanced down at what he wore and what she wore. It was true, he rarely sought after armors as she had. She assumed he liked what he had so never really questioned it. “Why ya be wantin’ dese armors?” She shook her head, “Be meanin’ if dats what ya want den dats what ya be gettin’. Nothin’ wrong wit dat.” She offered him a reassuring smile, she didn’t consider the request to be foolish or stupid, though it was surprising. She moved her other arm to rest on his opposite shoulder, “Be tellin’ me about dis last change?” She let her fingertips graze the back of his neck gently, “What be involved? What ya be at de oddah side?”
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
He bent his head forward at her touch, resting his forehead on her chest as the finger trailed down his neck. It made the moss on his skin rise up. For a few moments he was quiet, thinking about what she said. She seemed to have an idea of when she wished to leave for the jungle and that would likely be the last time he asked. He trusted her to know when and where to go. At least this time he assumed that she would be a bit more cautious. perhaps that is why she waited a bit. That and this tribe needing her. The little smile in regards to his armor made him feel a little better, so he started with that. "Be a wantin ta make an impression. Be known for da hood. Be Aja'it da Black Lion. People be seein me an knowin da fear in der hearts... it be gone now. So, tinkin is be time ta be changin. Be findin anoda Black Lion sure, but dat not be me any more. Be wantin sometin ta be matchin Zanta, sometin ta be showin da scales off." He wanted to look as impressive as she made him feel. Standing beside her he wanted people to fear him. With the small explanation he would move on to the change. He pulled his head back up to look at her and bring one hand around to the space between them which he laied on her chest, feeling her heart. "Der be tings comin dat be permanent. In da soul." He looked up at her. "Da body always be changin. More I align wit da Beast more I be gettin what he be havin. But da change in da soul... der be a ritual. Be different afta. Be more like ya be seein me now. Distracted, emotional, but it be stronga. Once da change be done be havin more control but I still be a danger. An des people a yours de by sheep beside a rapta. De not be understandin or carin. De be unworthy of da Beast. I know ya be carin for dem but I might be a danga. Why I not be huntin wit dem any more. Be wild. An Wilder still afta."
 Jocelyn Prescott05/26/2020
She listened to his explanation of armor, her attention was genuine. At the mention of scales her eyes drifted down to his chest, she quite liked the scales that had formed. It made him unique to her, and she liked having something no one else did. As she raised her gaze back to his face, she nodded, “can be understandin’ but no matter what, ya be Wal’ami’s black lion troll.” Her lips formed a proud grin at that thought. If he had impressive armor, it would also benefit her. Not only in his own protection but it would be a reflection of her own strength when they were seen together. Many had viewed them as a pair, and she couldn’t ignore the pride she felt when someone from the tribe mentioned how fearful a few moments with him made them. As his hand laid on her chest she watched him closely, listening to his words. She didn’t understand completely what he was trying to say. She understood becoming more of the beast and less troll...in a way. Being a danger to the tribe was a concern. He was right, they weren’t deserving of this beast, nor were any of them capable of that primal level of thinking. “What ya be sayin’?” She was confused, “Ya be leavin after dis? Ya be leavin’ me and da boy?” Her eyes narrowed at that thought, it was not a pleasant one. “If ya be havin more control den how ya be a danga?” She leaned forward into his touch, “Ya be explainin’ dis so I be understandin’ and be helpin.’” She moves her hands to either side of his neck as she looked at him, trying to understand all that he was saying.
 Arravien Anderton05/26/2020
Before she even finished he was shaking his head. "Not be leavin. Ya be my mate an ya be da ting dat keeps me from running off to a simpler life as a wild creature in da forest. Be simpler dat way but not waht I be wantin. You, and our boy, both be important. Not be leavin my mate or my blood." He frowned and rubbed his fingers over her skin gently. He tried to find a clearer way to put it. It wasn't easy. He was separate from any Reventusk troll that he could ask questions too and only had the magic in his breast that was altering him. "It be like a wild rapta. Best way ta look. Be loyal ta der pack but ta any outsider be deadly, cunnin an vindictive. But can be turnin on der own if somethin be wrong. Killin der own for steppin outa line or comin too close." He looked up into her face. "There be a line an each time it be different. Be pulled by primal need, be pulled by my own emotion more heavily as it be made stronga. When da change first be happinin be needin time ta bond wit an anchor. It be you of course but be needing some time away from de odas else I be lashin out."
May 27, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
She gave it some thought as she listened to his words carefully. It sounded dangerous. This next change would make him more wild and most likely more powerful. It was a scary thought, of course it was also an exciting one. "Turnin' on outsiders." She made a thoughtful sound at that and thought through what she knew of raptors and their social groups. She knew they could turn on one another, especially if one became injured or weak enough to burden the pack. "Wal'ami be ya anchor. And we can be goin' away for ya to be goin' thru dis new change." She removed a a hand from his neck and trailed a finger along one of his tusks, "What if..." As she reached the tip, she lifted her hand and started over, "What if ya pack be more den just me and Hu'ta? Can da beast be tellin' dat?" She was curious about that. She had her mate to consider, but she also had the safety of the tribe to think about. No longer could she throw caution to the wind as she may have done in the past. She didn't raise her eyes to his though, she tried to make her question seem far more casual than it actually was.
 Arravien Anderton05/27/2020
He watched her carefully. These were things that were unknown. How he would react, how violent he would become, he much he would physically change. What was known was his loyalty and love. His eyes half closed as she ran her fingers along his tusk. The faint vibrations running through his jaw tickled slightly but it was one of his favorite affectionate touches she offered in quiet moments. He considered the question for a moment in silence. "Be hard ta be sayin. At first it be like meetin a new wild beast. Den ya be gettin ta know one anoda be submittin ta it. After dis be more like a partnership. Be some of me, some of it." It was hard to explain. There was a balance to be had with the matter. The Beast Within was not a seperate soul like a druid or a hunter had to interact with. It was him. At his most primal and dark and simple nature being brought forward to give him power. Some primals saw that version of themselves as a true version. He was inclined to agree but the trouble with that was a true wild beast could turn on anyone at any moment for any reason. Wal'ami included. .
[10:21 AM]The Reventusk had many primals in their number like this. They lived alone in the wilds and avoided their previous lives but to aid the tribe. But they also had a few that had anchors, loved ones, children, battle brothers, that kept the link to their former selves alive. It helped them to fight back against that beast inside to bring the Savage and the thinking together. The Jin's mate was one such primal. He frowned a little as he looked up at her, "It be a balance. Wit an anchor be holdin both sides togeda. What my pack be... It be my choice in a way. Be dependin. But da weak in a pack be a danger to da whole. Can't be having dat." He rubbed her chest lightly before he pulled his hand away to rest against her hip again. "Ya be askin me ta make dis tribe part a day pack?" He had never asked outright and she had never said outright. Now it had come to a head and a choice would need to be mad etiher way.

Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
She hung on his every word. Wal’ami has heard of primal before but knew didn’t know nearly enough, it seemed. This was an unknown thing, and there was an excitement about it for her. She liked unknown things, much like the adventures of her past. While she listened, her mind was racing. It sounded like he could be a danger to her as well as everyone else, which had her thinking about her defenses. She had used a poison on him when she told him about Huntha, but it was short lived and only slowed him briefly. She would need to toy with the dosage, and potency. The idea of being his anchor was also appealing, it meant he would not be able to set away so easily which was a reassurance for her. Not to mention the talk of a pack. Somehow, without realizing it, she had a pack of animals at her command. Her family, as it were. She thought if he could make the tribe part of his pack it would be safer for them, even with their weaknesses which could be a danger. She looked at him quietly for a long moment at his question and she removed her hand from his tusk and let it rest on his shoulder. It wasn’t something she had thought to ask before; he considered them weak and probably expected her to up and vanish at a moments notice. The Darkspear leaned forward, shifting slightly so she could line her neck with the space between his tusks. She paused a few inches from him, her golden orbs fixated on his eyes, “Dat’s what I be askin’.” She assumed trapping herself between his tusks would show some level of vulnerability for him.(edited)
 
 
 Arravien Anderton05/27/2020
Aja'it remained still as she took in his words. He watched her every movement and shift in expression as she considered what he had to say. And likely all that he hadn't said. As she moved to place herself at his mercy he couldn't help but be pleased. They were both very dominant individuals, headstrong and unyielding, so whenever she did submit it went a long way to prove her point. And he assumed it was much the same for her when he did. Still his whole being rejected the idea of becoming part of these people. He hadn't belonged to the Darkspear. He wasn't welcome among the Reventusk. And he was better off without the Skyrunners. His eyes flickered a bit between hers as he hesitated. "Ya be needin ta teach me den." He had spent so long distanced from anything besides Wal'ami that even connecting with Huntha had been difficult. Though the boy had been patient and clearly admired him so he was pleasing to be around. Still being part of a group would be a drastic change. Something he never had before in his life. The idea of being part of the collective was more frightening than most things he had to admit. And perhaps that was why he wanted his mask. So that he could continue to hide. She had more experience in taking that individual mentality and molding it into something that could work, even just slightly with a group. His experience was with animals. Rahjin, Ripper, even the little raptors. They were simple and easy to understand. (Edit just this last sentence)(edited)
 Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
Wal’ami watched him closely, paying particular attention to his response. She knew it would be a difficult thing for a person like him, even she had her own struggles with the tribe for a long time. That seemed to be fading more recently. She extended her arms, keeping her shoulders below the tip of his tusks, and threaded her fingers through the back of his hair. “Can be teachin’ ya.” She didn’t seem as if she was in any hurry to move from her current position, in fact she may have enjoyed the closeness of the moment. She had spent so much time separated from people in general, and even keeping him at arms length for so many years. Now, the closeness seemed to be what she desired with him. Especially now as he spoke of the final change approaching. She wasn’t sure what he would be like after, and if it was not the same person she could at least enjoy these memories. The thought of being softer with him may have its benefits later if she needed to talk him down from violence, it could be something to remind him of who she was. She withdrew her arms and let her fingertips move down his chest, paying close attention to the ridges of scales that were exposed. “It not gonna be easy, but I be havin’ faith in ya.” She moved her hands around to his sides and gave him a gentle squeeze, “Be why I be choosin’ da perfect mate.” The corners of her eyes pulled at that thought. She had put it off for too many years, but now each time she though of him with such a title did bring her joy.
 Arravien Anderton05/27/2020
He felt the movement of her fingers and her hands with hightened awareness. He was in edge from her request. Took a few deep breaths to calm himself as she spoke. Her words were sweet to his ear and it made the look in his eyes soften. He tipped his head forward to press his forehead to hers for a moment. It was a bit of a stretch but he was able to kiss her nose. Perhaps a few more weeks and he would be able to kiss her fully. The idea made him eager for that day. "Be teachin me later though. Be following what ya be sayin... At dawn." He pulled away from her then, carefully drawing his head away so that he didn't scratch her with the tusks and he leaned back. Using one hand to support himself he leaned far enough away so that he could get a good view of her. Her harness was simple leather and cloth as we're her leggings nothing special. Good. meat, cheese, and drink forgotten he wanted something more. He gave her a quick glance as if asking her to stay put as he brought his hand up as one claw extended. The sharp barb glittering in the faint light of the candles. It had been a long stessful fee days. The conversation had been hard and he was still edgy. He reached out and placed the tip of the claw against the soft skin of her chest and pressed just to the point before he broke skin. Then he stated to move down, catching the first lace of her harness as sawing at it for a few moments before it snapped.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
She enjoyed the feel of his forehead against hers, and was surprised by the kiss to her nose. She looked at him and a smile crept over her lips, well that was something at least. A curious expression did cross her features at his withdraw and motioning for her to stay put. Feeling the claw press into her flesh caused her eyes to fall closer. She found that she could somehow feel it more if she didn’t have her other senses getting in the way. It was a pleasing amount of pressure. Her eyes did open again as she felt the tension on her harness start to release. There were three laces keeping it in place. As the first was cut, the harness began to separate just slightly to show off her chest a bit more. Her gaze was focused on his face and a sudden excitement started to rise in her. “At dawn...but til den..” She decided to arch her back just slightly, enough to add some emphasis to her chest.
 Arravien Anderton05/27/2020
He rumbled in his chest in an agreeable way as she leaned back. He took his time cutting the second lace. He admired how the harness strained to hold her in with just the single lace. He had an expression like a cat that had just been presented with a bowl of cream as he worked the last lace. He didn't pause to remove the harness but instead continued to track down to her belly which he pressed his hand flat against. One day he knew that it would no longer be such a flat belly. Eventually she would give him another child. One he could really raise as his own. He shifted then to push the harness off her shoulders and toss it away to some corner. He leaned back again in his arm to look up at his mate in her beauty. Still smug as could be he reached over to the platter and plucked a piece of cheese to reach up and hold just against her lips. Though his excitement was apparent he appeared to want to take it much slower than he usually did. In an effort to practice a bit of self control and to give her all the attention he thought she was worthy of. He knew at some point he would cave but for now he could admire her.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
She watched his face as he worked and suddenly felt the chill of the event air on her suddenly exposed flesh. She made no effort to cover herself before him, instead she seemed to enjoy being on display for him. She knew he also enjoyed looking upon her, and his desire for her also added to her own excitement. The moment was far different than his usual touch which was aggressive and bordering on beastial . As he reached for the cheese she let her hands continue down his sides to rest closer to his hips. When the cheese met her lips she opened them slowly, slightly, waiting for him to move it into her mouth. Her gaze remained on his features, quite enjoying the moment of being fed in a similar fashion to as she had done for him. It was evident that the anticipation was exciting for her as the darker flesh at the tip of her breasts began to rise both from the excitement and cooler air now teasing the sensitive skin.
 Arravien Anderton05/27/2020
He gently fed her the bite, his fingers soft against her chin as he pulled away to steal another piece of the meat for himself. He chewed on it slowly as he let his eyes roam over her hungrily. He would let her finish her bite before he sat back up again to offer her a second piece. His free hand reached up and pressed his fingertips against her side and gliding up along the outside edge of her left breast. His touch was a bit heavy but he was slow and gentle as he watched her face. She had such an expressive face once he learned how to read it. It told him so much from the flutter of her eyes to the color at the tips of her ears. Trailing the hand up as a tease he gently ran his thumb over that darker skin in a slow circle. Letting the puckered skin catch on the rougher skin of his pad. He held the piece of cheese for her until he could push it past her lips before he lowered his hand down to her hip. He took another breath nice and slow. This was harder than he originally thought. His hand on her hip gripped her tightly, almost painfully before he released her and reached for another piece.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
She chewed the piece slowly as she watched him devour the meat. More and more he was reminding her of a raptor. Now that he had scales, and preferring raw meat over anything cooked. She made a soft noise of enjoyment of the feel of his teasing touch. Her hand moved from his hip closer to the center of his waist band and she worked two fingers behind it and just let them rest there. As the next piece of cheese reached her lips they parted, it was unclear if it was to accept the treat or his rough touch on her darker flesh. She chewed the piece slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tight grip on her hip. She wasn’t angry about it, but his possessiveness did help to drive her own hunger for him. “Ya be a tease, Aja.” A playful smirk found its way to her lips as she looked at him, it wasn’t a complaint; merely an observation.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton05/27/2020
His eyes flashed with amusement as she gave her little observation. He rolled the dice of cheese between his finger and thumb for a moment, turning it from square to sound. Then he ate it himself. "Ya be a tease too Woman." He slipped his hand to her other breast, gently brushing his fingers over her in the same manner. "But day just be you. Be looking at ya an be wantin ya. Teasin poor Aja just by standin in da sun light or makin up some nice meat." He shook his was and ran his nail very very lightly over the end of the hardened bud with a grumble. He offered her the piece of meat with a raised brow. She didn't mind some thing raw but he knew that it was more situational than he liked it now. The fingers in his waistband was not something that was an easy distraction. She would find the cloth fairly loose but the thick belt of the armor would have to be fully unbuckled before she got to anything she might want. His thoughts jumped for a split second to the new armor he was going to get her help designing. Something a bit easier on the belt might not be a bad idea. As he waited to see if she would take the offering he shifted slightly under her so that he was leaning more forward. He was trying to get her to out her legs around him. He wanted her as close as could be in the moment.

Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
She had a look of shock on her face as he told about her teasing. She knew it. It was often intentional. A fun game to play. But it was more fun to pretend she was oblivious to it. “Dat not b-“ her words were cut by the sharp breath she drew in due to his attentions on her chest. Her gaze did drift to the raw meat he was offering. She studied it for a moment, to pass the time her other hand moved to work at the buckle of his belt until it was released. She promptly moved each end away from the center of his pelvis. The released tension allowed her fingers to dip a bit lower and brush lightly over his length. That being out of the way she could focus on the raw meat again. Did she want it? Not particularly. She had eaten raw things on occasion, usually as part of some ritual. However, she also wanted to show him she saw it as a normal act and not some freakish thing, at least in her eyes. She leaned forward and parted her lips to take the meat, she held it with her front teeth and leaned back to let it fall against her chin. Perhaps she could still be a bit of a tease. She watched him closely as she sucked it in, making a rather loud slurping sound. As she chewed the meat a grin threatened at her lips and she shifted her weight to wrap her legs around his waist and draw herself closer to him. Once she finished with the bite her tongue slithered out to run over her lips and get any leavings that may be there. “Be a small sample of da meat I be aftah.” A devilish grin found its way to her expression and she thought it would do him well to know she desired him just as much as he desired her.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton05/27/2020
He shifted more comfortably once her legs were around him and the belt was undone. The touch over him made him pause for a few moments as he forced down the imidiate reacting to push her back into the first and take her then. He reminded himself of his plan. He occupied his hand by picking up another piece of cheese for her. He would be patient until each piece was gone. It was reminiscent of their first night together up on that spire in Feralas. Slow and gentle. Teasing and exploring. He wanted to use this moment as one to build off of as he tried to follow her training over the next several weeks. His cloak was gone so his identity was suddenly in flux. More than he thought it would be. He leaned back a little now that her legs were around him and he gave her as much room as he could to roam around the pants. It wasn't much better but at least her wrist wouldn't be bent at a strange angle. He wanted out of the armor. Sticky with sap and blocking her touch from him. "Can always stop teasin ya. Give ya what I know ya be wantin." He knew she enjoyed the teasing as much as he enjoyed giving her that attention. He raised the cheese up to her lips for her with a raised brow. It was a real choice though he could guess at the answer as he lowered his free hand down to the small of her back where the pants started. He hooked the claw over the lip of them right in the center along the seam where it would be easier to cut. He have his finger a little twitch and the first few threads would be snapped clean. He didn't have time for tied up laces and there wasn't room for both their hands at their fronts. But those obsticals wouldn't stop him when he had his mind set on having her bare.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/27/2020
She took the newly offered cheese and chewed it quietly as she looked at him. Her fingertips were busy brushing over his length, though not with too much pressure. It was a teasing graze at best. She clearly knew what she was up to. She looked at him as she did so, enjoying the change in expression that moved across his features. "Be takin' ya time. Can be doin' dat soon enough." She removed her hand from his waistband, hoping to slow him down at least some. Instead she ran her hands over his chest, finding exposed areas where she could trace the ridges of his scales. She turned her head slightly as she both heard and felt the first of the threads giving way to his claws. She worked her hands back up until she could place them on his shoulders, "Dere be plenty of time fer dat." She leaned forward, dropping a shoulder to move under his tusks so she could brush her lips over his neck. As she did so, she coiled her arms around him, pausing to whisper, "And when da time be right. Den..." She locked her ankles and used that grip, as well as her arms to force herself closer to him, pressing her heat down on him, albeit through the barriers of clothing. She let out a heavy breath which rolled over his neck, "Den ya can be havin' what ya be wantin', too."
May 28, 2020
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
He relaxed a little as she killed him into a slower pace again. Her soft tone and the movements over what skin she could touch calmed him slightly. He would tilt his head up and away as she came close to kiss his exposed skin. His neck seemed to be free of scales so her lips were warm and soft against him and he felt each moment. He was very pleased and relaxed up until theomwnt that she shifted. Even though the clothing he could feel her warmth. He hipped her tightly at the hip and bared his teeth as he breathed in her heavy scent. He shuddered as he forced himself to remain still. She was testing him, testing his limits. He was sure of it. Fighting back the urge he said in a low grumble, "Ya be playing a dangerous game now." He opened his eyes to look at her. He held her hip tightly in one hand but the other he brought up to her chest once more to roughly grab at her and start to knead her. After a rough start he slowed and became gentle. He worked each one in turn, carefully massaging the flesh around each before moving inward from there. He kept his touch soft for now as he looked to relax her as well though he couldn't resist pulling a nail very lightly over the nipples, hoping to draw that little gasp or hint of a pleased sound that came with it. "Be takin time. All da time ya be wantin." He would have to move her to her back eventually for what he had in mind but that could wait a bit more.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
She enjoyed his reaction to her teasing, there was no denying that. His words only seemed to drive her as she pulled some of the softer flesh of his neck past her lips and gave it a firm, yet gentle bite. When she released the flesh it sprang back to where it belonged. His sudden grabbing at her made her gasp and let out a long breath against him. Her voice was quiet, but there was a hint of hunger in it, “Aja. If it ain’t dangerous, it ain’t worth playin’.” She pressed her face deeper into his neck as she felt the claw cross her nipple. It was an interesting sensation. There was pain at first but it quickly gave way to a feeling of pleasure and heat as her blood seemed to move closer to the surface. His firm grip on her hip limited her movement to some degree but she made due to shift against him. Letting him see her want and need for him was swiftly building. She lifted her head and trailed the tip of her tongue along his jawline, pausing to release a heavy breath against his ear as she whispered, “Be tellin’ Wal’ami what ya be wantin’.” She had her own ideas but something about hearing his made her excitement grow even more.
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
Aja was panting a little. His mouth parted as she paid attention to the flesh around his neck. It sent a shudder through him. He eventually let his tongue slip out so that he could wet his lips and closed his mouth once more. He hummed in thought to give him a moment to recover. She was playing a very dangerous game. And the fact that she knew only drove him on. "Be wantin ta be inside ya now, but be waitin." He said roughly. "Unless ya be wantin des pants in shreds ya be takin dem off for Aja, hmm?" He needed a bit of distance. needed the heat off of him so that he could focus a bit. If she pushed him much further it wouldn't be a slow start. There was clear hunger in his tone and the deeper set of it growled faintly. He knew that she would enjoy the chance to tease him more and it would allow him to remove his armor as he watched the display. He leaned his head against hers and his hand moved down to her hip. He took a risk and eased his grip so that she had freedom to move. Intending to have her stand though he was not against turning the fabric and leather to a pile of scraps on the floor if she wished.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
She enjoyed hearing him struggle, knowing she was the cause of it. Hearing his intentions may have brought a brief shudder over her and she brushed her lips over his neck once more. "Can be doin' dat." She withdrew from his neck and placed a hand on either shoulder and used that grip to stand up infront of him. She didn't move away though, not yet. She looked down at Aja'it for a moment, watching him. A thumb was hooked inside the already broken waistband of her pants at her hip and she started wiggling and pushing them down. The garment was worked down until the pink curls just started to become visible for him, that's when she stopped and turned to step away from him. She was quite enjoying teasing him, knowing it would drive his hunger for her further and that was her goal. With her back to him she worked her pants down the rest of the way, bending at the waist to push them to her ankles. This position giving him a clear view of her bottom, and she may have even glanced back to make sure he was still paying attention, though she knew he would be. Once she stepped free from the garment she, she remained with her back to him, glancing over her shoulder with a playful grin, "Ya be comin' ta be get me?" Her brow lifted at that; he liked the hunt, and the chase and she assumed she could at least play up to that desire.

Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
He watched her as she put in the show. His eyes hungrily moving over her full form. Every curve and every line. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat as she stepped away. He kept his breathing even but his hands were twisted in the furs of the nest. Her rear, round and muscled from all her running and movement... It was one of her best features. He resisted the urge to reach out and grab hold as she gave him a great view. She was as beautiful now as she had always been. As she turned to ask her little question he rumbled deeply, almost a purr, as he rose up to his knees. He raked his claws over the straps of his chest guard, too impatient to deal with buckles. His blood was up now. Not only for her but for the chase. He tossed aide the armor where it landed with the muffled clatter of wood and leather some distance away against the wall. His eyes remained locked in her as he lowered his hands down to his belt. He tore it away hastily and yanked the fabric and armor away, ripping the stitching and tossing what he could over with his chest piece. .
 
 
 
[2:10 PM]Without his armor it would be apparebt that the changes that had been taking place in him were much more rapid now. He had scales from neck down to elbows and his knees. His feet and hands were a bit bigger than they had been and the claws were much more prominent. The claws on his toes were much larger and didn't retract anymore. There was even some thick fur that was starting to grow over his back and shoulders in a deep aubern color. It was still brown but it picked up the tones of his orange hair. It looked something like a mane only a few inches long still. And that was new in the few days he had been gone. He looked fit and more strong than ever. More chisled in the body. He lowered his hands down to the fur of the nest and settled into a squatting crouch as he watched her carefully with a blank expression. He had been learning over the years to control his expression like she did. Unfortunately it had become his tell for when he was about to spring. To her it would be obvious he was about to launch himself at her.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
She continued to watch him from over her shoulder, deciding to leave herself on display for him. She did take pleasure in watching his apparent frustration in removing the armor. That meant she was doing her part in adding to it, which was pleasing to her. He desired her which only fed her own desire for him. She wanted him, even in this new state. The scales didn’t turn her away, if anything they made him more attractive, somehow. Perhaps it was the knowledge that they made him unique, like owning a rare gem that no one else had or would have. His form was appealing and he looked dangerous which also fed her excitement. She liked the idea of how dangerous he was, it was almost like letting a viper slither around her torso, able to inject deadly poison at a moments notice. Her tongue did move out to wet her lips as she stared at him, they always seemed to run dry as she admired her mate. Her playful side had not gone away completely, of course. He was ready to pounce, but to remain here and wait for it to happen would be nearly enjoyable enough. Instead, she moved a hand to trail over her own hip, teasing him once again, “If ya don’t be interested...” she trailed off as her eyes drifted down his chest and stopped at the evidence of his desire. She knew the comment was made in jest, even if he denied it his body would contradict those words. “Den I be findin’ someone who is!” At that she made a quick dash for the door. She had no intention of exiting the hut, but she did have an intention of having him chase and hopefully catch his fleeing prey. She assumed that would speak to the primal deep within him. It was a dangerous game but an enjoyable one.
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
Aja'it sprang after her. The circular hut would make his less dexterous movements harder to control as he toppled over her wooden chair at her desk in an attempt to scramble after her. He used his claws to gouge the wood on the stair central post as well as the wood that made up to floorboards. He would leave deep two clawed gouges as he used the anchor to pull him around more quickly. His eyes were bright and flashed in the dim lighting and his heart was racing with excitement. He wished desperately that there was more room to run, to really chase her down but he would never let her leave the hut missing so many clothes. Not unless he wanted an excuse to rip out a few eyes for daring to look upon her. Even as he he made after her in a scramble of movements he knew that he had to be careful. Cutting eight inch long, three in deep gashes into her hip as he might real prey, would not go over well. He would use the momentum from his anchored turn around the central stair post to also pull himself up onto the stair railing. It was a climb that would give him a faint shortcut if he could jump from that height and land close enough to her to snag her with a full arm around the waist instead of just his hands which would have resulted in the cuts. It would all depend on how fast she was in her playful mood, and how much she altered her course.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
Wal'ami increased her pace at the sound of the chair falling behind her, his size would give her an advantage in these tight quarters. She didn't wish to escape of course, she wanted to be caught. Which was the opposite of what she'd done for most of her life. She caught a glimpse of his climb to the railing from the corner of her eye, oh he was much better at this game than he used to be. She had to make a decision. She could stop, roll backwards, and start over. Which is what her instincts told her to do, but the fire he had lit within her told her to maintain her current course. The fire won that debate. She continued to run, ready to let out a yelp when he finally sprang for her. Not loud enough for the other villagers, and definitely not out of fear. Instead it was more for his benefit, like the cry of a gazelle as its taken down by a predator. "Ya be slow, boy!" Her gaze focused on the doorway, which she was nearing. Now she didn't want to escape and had no intention of leaving the hut, but she still couldn't just stop as she came close to the door. An act like that would be cheating him, instead she decided to speed up as much as she could in the short distance of the hut.
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
Aja'it coiled his muscles under him and sprang. His weight causing the rail on the stairs to screech in protest and even crack in a few places. He would land just a few feet behind and to the right side of her as she sped up. Letting out a snarl he reached his hand out, claws pulled back in for her safety, and was able to just get his hand firmly around the front side of her hip, allowing him to knock her off balance just enough to alter her course away from the door and to slow her just a touch. He felt the pounding of his heart as his fingertips tingled with anticipation. In the few split seconds that she would stumble he brought his other hand around to her shoulder. Using that as his contact point he pulled her towards him as he stepped forward, causing her to crash into his chest where he then lost his own balance. He nearly tripped and fell over but was able to correct them with a hard jerk and another set of gouge marks in the floor. With one arm tight around her shoulder, crossing over her chest to grab the other side his free hand went to the side of her neck where he firmly but without any real pressure, curled his large fingers around her exposed neck. It would have been easy for her to get free. Tossing him over her shoulder, biting his hand or arm, even just slamming her heel down on his toes. But he doubted she would do that. He panted through his nose as he brushed the tip of a tusk along her spine at the base of her neck. "Always be chasin ya Woman." His tone was low, almost purring.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
Wal'ami gasped as she felt the hand on her hip knock her off balance, luckily she was agile enough to stay on her feet but it caused her to lose some progress and change direction. She was far too focused on maintaining her balance to notice the large arm move across her chest and she let out a yelp as she felt herself being jerked back into his chest. He was stronger, and she could feel the ridges of his scales against her bare back. She couldn't taken a step back between his feet and brought him over her shoulder, or she could've raised her heel between his legs. She did neither, instead she remained still, breathing heavily from the exertion and the excitement. She froze as she felt the tip of his tusk brush her neck and her eyes pulled at his words, "An' ya be catchin' me..." She was still breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling under his gripping arm. "What'cha be doin'?" She reached a hand behind her, finding a grip on his right hip and giving him a firm a squeeze, "Now dat ya be havin' ya prey." She rather liked this cat and mouse game. The fact that he looked more like an actual predator definitely helped to make it more enjoyable.
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
He rumbled in his chest. He was more than pleased to have caught her, despite the damage to the room he had caused. He had on a smug grin as he tapped her chin with the tip of his finger, still keeping a firm hold of her. Couldn't have her running off again. He gave it some thought. He had too many ideas of what he wanted to do but wasn't thinking of any of them until she asked. His mind still too focused on the hunt. He struggled for a moment, shifting so that his length was pressed against the back of her legs. Making his presence known by shifting slightly against her skin but never any where close to where she might want. It wasn't time yet. He kept his hand there around her neck but his other hand slowly lowered to her breast. He gently kneaded her in a much softer fashion than even he expected. "Der be lots a options." He hummed to prolong the moment. "Could be startin here. da sweet flesh be soft an warm an firm." He pinched the hard bud at the tip of her breast before he moved to trail his hand down her long flat abdomen, feeling the curve of the muscles under the thin layer of peach fuzz. He moved down until he shifted to grab at her hip and rear. "But der be more meat here. More ta grab onta an hold ya still. Wouldn't be wantin da prey ta wiggle away no, hmm?" He massaged her there for a moment, another pleased hum pulling from him. He would lower his head down to her shoulder, the opposite one from where his arm came over to hold her neck. His tusk brushed against her neck and cheek as he continued with his musings. His han pulled around to her front, brushing through the pink curls he would find there. He teased gently by lowering his hand enough so that his fingers could part her just a little, letting the slick folds part before the cool air. He rubbed up and down along them for a few moments to ensure that she was paying particular attention. "But here be da best bit, hmm? Could be doin a lota tings wit all dis ta be choosin from."
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
She looked up at him, well tried to in his grasp at least, as she felt his length press against her. It did her little good there other than to reminder her of its presence and her desire for him. Her eyes did fall closer when his hand moved down to her breast, she quite liked that. The hard pinch caused her to gasp and open her eyes once more. On, now he was just enjoying this. A grin emerged when he grabbed at her bottom and complimented it. He sure seemed to favor that part of her, it appeared as if he grabbed at it every chance he had. As his hand continued to move down her, exploring her, she could feel the anticipation rising in her. His fingers moved through her curls and she took a sharp breath. As he parted her before the cool air she let out a quiet moan. Now he was just toying with her far too much. “Ya...” she had to take a breath to try to organize her thoughts once more, “More time ya be takin’ da more chance I be havin’ of escapin’.” She used her words as a distraction, her hand on his hip released him and moved between her bottom and his belly until she found what she was looking for. She coiled her fingers around the base of his length and gave a firm squeeze, it was awkward and forced her to stretch and twist her wrist, but she was able to grasp him, finally.
 
 
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
Once her hand was around him he rewarded her with a gentle stroke of her lips, his ringer running smoothly over her heat. He grumbled a bit. Her words had a little truth to them but they also only made him grin. "Hmm, ya not be escapin'. I be knowin what ya want an it not be out der." He moved his finger over her again, slowly, teasingly. "I be knowin exactly what ta do to make ya stay woman. Ta make ya beg." He lowered his hand down along her neck and brushed back her hair from that shoulder as he snaked his arm under her arm to grab for her breast. He kneaded her more firmly, taking careful attention with the whole surface of her chest. Never leaving any part unattended for long as he started to apply more pressure. He blew air out his nose so that it came off cool against her chest as he rested his chin once more on her shoulder. He gently started to rock back and forth as she held him, keeping himself at a comfortable distance for her wrist. In time with the motion he would run his fingers along the outside of her, firmly feeling the slick folds and on the top of the stroke he would gently circle the bundle of nerves. Each pass was more firm than the last. He was eager himself but now, now he wanted her to ask. That was part of the enjoyment for him. Her wanting him, needing him in the moment. Something that no other source could give her. She might toss gems out when she was bored with them, or abandon a hunt half way through because she lost interest, but he was something that had never lost her attention and desire.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
His words did not help her current situation, that was for sure. She let out another soft moan, her grip on him tightening as he moved over her heat once more. He was toying with her now, and just for the sake of doing so. It didn't anger her, of course, as she knew she would benefit from it in the long run. He wouldn't leave her wanting in such a way, that much he had proven enough times. "Oh, dat what ya be wantin'?" She closed her eyes and succumbed to enjoying his touch. As teasing as it was, it did bring her pleasure. He had to lean back against him more heavily due to his attentions to her, "Hearin' Wal'ami beg?" She was trying to focus on her words, but her thoughts quickly became cloudy, which was his fault. "Ta be hearin' her say how she be needin' her beautiful beast, hm?" She paused to take a deep breath and buckled her knees just enough to try to force herself more fully against his teasing fingers on her heat. "For her ta be askin' fer dis..." She moved her hand down the length of his shaft and let it glide back to its original position at the base, "Deep within her?" She moaned, but it nearly sounded like a whimper. She was definitely in need, no matter how much she would fight it, and it was his fault. "It be...It be true." She was curious just how long he was prepared to keep her in such a state, she knew he had the same hunger, though in the past it was normally she who could keep such carnal desires at bay. The tables seemed to have turned suddenly, and while she didn't like it, she would have to accept it. At least in this moment. "Be needin' ya, Aja..."
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
He gave her a very pleased sound as he listened. A shiver ran through him as he held her steady against his body. He nuzzled his cheek into hers as he slipped a finger inside, very slowly and gently. It was easier to focus now that he knew he had what he wanted. He was content. Her words, full of need and desire fueled his hunger and he was in no mood to continue teasing. He continued to gently move his finger in, and out of her as he spoke but his hand move to her hip, giving her a bit more control of herself as he knew she would want. "An how ya be needin 'im? On ya back wit ya hands on his hips? Pressed against da post so da wood be diggin inta ya skin? From behind where he can be pullin ya back roughly?" He wanted to know what she wanted tonight. It was about her in his mind. She had provided food and comfort and patience for him... even if the cloak was lost. Besides he had always been more of a giver when it came to her. His own pleasure hightened by knowing that he made her moan out his name. He rumbled again as ke kept the gentle, slow rhythm.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
She moaned as she felt his finger slip inside of her, there was at least some relief to it, though it wouldn't last long. She knew she would need more, and he most likely knew it as well. Her breathing was already heavy as she listened to his question. She didn't seem to catch all of it as her attention being pulled to the anticipation of what was to come. She did try to consider what she wanted, and it was a difficult decision. After giving it some thought she felt she was ready to answer the question, "Be wantin' all of dat." She paused to take another deep breath, "but if I need to be pickin' den.." She pressed her hips back against him, trying to lower herself in hopes of finding him with her heat, but that of course failed due to the awkward stance. "Be takin' me like dis. Be takin' me now!" There was a sound of both frustration and desperation in her tone. She had a need, and he could meet it. Besides, as she thought about it, him having her from behind reminded her of how animalistic he seemed now. At least in his appearance. She never thought she would be asking for him in such a needing way, but she couldn't deny that she needed him now.
 Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
The force in her tone spurred him to action. He was no longer a troll that needed to ask twice. Still moving gently, savoring the moment, he pulled his hand free of her and reached to grab her wrist that was still around him. He pulled her touch away reluctantly but he needed her hands free. He paused, considering the options. There were a few that he found pleasing to think about. He hummed softly before he suddenly lifted her up with a hard grip to her hips and scooped her into his arms to carry her. It was more rough than gentle in his eagerness and when he set her down it was near his work table. He scattered the items on it, his files, the rubbing sand and polishing cloths, even the box of uncut gems, sending it all to the floor. He would stand behind her and gently press on her back to get her to bend over the table while he stood behind her, hips touching her rear and his length pressing on her heat, waiting for her to adjust. There was an appeal to how she had chosen to be taken first tonight. It was one of his favored in truth. Being able to grab hold of her rear, watching the impact of his hips against her, grabbing her hair and pulling back so that she arched against him. He licked his lips in anticipation, his breathing already unsteady. He would rub her back while he made his intentions known with the pressure and pushing. It was less of a request that she do as he asked with his touch, it was a demand though one that came from a place of love and affection and a desire to comply with her request.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
She let out a gasp as he lifted her up to carry her, it was an unexpected motion. She believed her would’ve had her right where she stood. Though she wasn’t complaining, as he carried her he was able to display his strength once more which she quite enjoyed. “Mm. Be hurryin’!” She didn’t expect him to hurry. It was a difficult situation, part of her had been hungry for his touch but some smaller much quieter part wanted him to take his time. As he thighs met the edge of the now cleared table, she paused. The pressure against her back was a steady signal, but instead she remained there, pressing back against him just slightly enough to know he was there. Finally she relented and bent over the table, placing her forearms down to support her weight. She waited for him, knowing he was ready for her just as much as she for him. She turned her head to look back at him for a moment, hunger filling her gaze, “Please.” It was the only word she could get out as she suddenly felt breathless, aching for him.

Arravien Anderton05/28/2020
Aja'it hardly waited for the word to be finished as he lined himself up with her and thrust in as deep as he could with one single movement. Once in he paused, feeling her around him he groaned. His nails raked down her back, only just barely light enough not to break the skin. He would eye the lines of darker flesh left behind from the motion as he grasped her hips to have something solid to grasp and to keep her still. He let her body adjust to him for a few moments before he pulled away and back in, easing her the rest of the way. Once he was sure that she was settled he picked up a steady driving pace. Though not as frantic as he knew he could be, the rhythm would be much more forceful. Driving deep into her with each stroke as he worked to prolong both their excitement. Of course they both had the stamina to continue on well into the day if they pleased. Still he felt that this time he should be more purposeful about the task. Like he had the first time she had let him take her fully atop that spire. It was part of rebuilding his identity he thought. Fighting through the primal need for her on a pure physical level and setting in the foundation of his once more thoughtful nature.
 
 
 
 Jocelyn Prescott05/28/2020
Wal’ami let out a moan at his deep thrust, steadying herself. She hadn’t expected it, but was not complaining. Finally, she had what she had been craving since she started feeding him that meat. She arched her back as she felt his claws move over her skin and it didn’t take long before she felt the heat rise to where they had traveled. It was a different sensation, but not a bad one. She grunted as he began driving into her, and she felt her thighs impacting the edge of the table with each thrust. She wasn’t about to ask him to stop. Instead she moved her gaze away from him and adjusted her arms so she could grip the opposite side of the table for stability. She let out a moan as she felt the pleasure of his thrusts move through her and she tightened around him at the the bottom of each stroke. “Mm. Just like dat..” she kept her head raised though faced away from him, chewing her bottom lip as her breathing became uneven. She imagined it must have looked beastial, with him behind her, thrusting in and out of her heat, covered in those beautiful scales.
May 30, 2020
 Arravien Anderton05/30/2020
Aja did as she told him. Keeping the steady, unbreaking rhythm as he drove on. One hand gripped at her hips and he gently pulled her back against him with each thrust. It was a way to keep her, and the table from sliding around too much. He groaned softly as he leaned forward over her. His free hand came up and ran along her skin, up her back. He was more gentle this time. He reached up to her shoulder, and then to her hair. He thick bright pink hair. As he disturbed it he got that thick jungle smell that always seemed to linger around her. He tangled his fingers into it and gently pulled back to get her to arch her back. He wouldn't pull far, just enough to see that bend in her back that cast the shadows along the muscles. His breathing had become more steady in the moment but it was still quicker than normal. His hand on her hip gripped her tightly as slowly, very slowly the pressure of his thrusts increased.
May 31, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott05/31/2020
Wal’ami moaned softly against his thrusts. She had a hunger for him, a hunger for a release that was building as she felt the waves of pleasure flowing over her with each of his solid thrusts. She knew in this position all of his attention would be on her, and that in and of itself was pleasing to her. The tightness of his grip on her hip, the feel of his hand moving up her back, and finally his grip on her hair. She raised her head at his coaxing to arch her back, assuming it was more about what was pleasing to his eye. At least, how she was pleasing to his eye in such a position. She had discovered she didn’t mind submitting to him in these moments, she would never give over full control, but something about allowing him to have her in this way was exciting. She finally released one hand from the table and reached back to her hip, opposite the one he was holding onto. She used her fingers to grip her bottom and opened herself for him as much as she could. She wanted to feel him as deep within her as possible. Her breath was heavy as she let out a much louder moan at the pressure of his thrusts increased. He was taking his time to make the moment last longer, but she found herself becoming impatient with it. It was a beautiful torment for her, she just wasn’t used to being on this side of it. She would get used to it with him. “Aja...” she whispered out his name between breaths, enjoying calling out to him more and more when they came together.
 Arravien Anderton05/31/2020
His name, moaned from her lips with such wanting made Aja's heart sing. He smiled as he kept focus on his task. Everything about her was so distracting that he feared if he let his mind stray he would ruin the moment. He groaned deeply as she pulled at her own cheek. He altered his position slightly so that he could watch more freely as his hips impacted. As much as he might have wished to prolong her moment he too could feel his patience running thin. His desire coiled within him and he could feel it building. He used his grip on her hair to pull her up even more, forcing her to let go of the table. He quickly adjusted his grip so that he took one elbow of hers in each hand and pulled back. It would be easy for her to fight back in such a position as he drove harder and faster, but he knew it would all just be a game. A reminder of her strength of will and body as she surrendered. His knees were slightly bent to give her a bit more of a solid point to lean on, and also for him to gain a better position as he worked, pressing in as far as she would allow. He was panting now and the steady thrusts were losing their rhythm. "Ya be mine." There was a low growling to his words, possessive and hot against her neck and cheek. As if he was glaring at another suitor and daring them to interrupt.
 Jocelyn Prescott05/31/2020
She grinned as he pulled her up and threaded his arms through her elbows. Being held in this state showed his possessiveness event more, though at his words she did tug at his grip. She did not attempt to be free, but she wished to not seem entirely submissive to him, he would quickly get bored if that was the case. In between moans she was able to forced out some words, “Den be takin’...” she had to pause to regain her breath, “Me like dat true.” Her eyes fell closed as a loud moan escaped her. Her words may have said one thing, but her body said another as she tightened around him, hoping to force him closer to his release. There would always be a struggle of wills between the two, she thought. That was something she enjoyed. If she just gave herself over to him, he would bore of her. That much she knew. Being able to manipulate his body with her own? That was more up her alley. She couldn’t deny enjoying the sound their flesh made as it made contact at the bottom of each thrust. “Aja...my beast..”
 Arravien Anderton05/31/2020
Aja'it snarled lightly in her ear as he held her firmly. As she tightened around him he gave her a few more deep thrusts as he released. He was painting heavily, chin on her shoulder as he held steady. He shuddered faintly as waves of pleasure rolled over him. He turned his head slightly to rub his tusk against her cheek and the hip on her arms eased only slightly for the brief pause. He savored the feel of her, the look of her and the arch of her back. But he wasn't still for long. Though he may have had his end she would have hers too. He reached with his free hand around her hips and rested a hand on her, gentle circling the bud of nerves just at her entrance. He was careful not to pree too hard as he knew she would be sensitive but that was part of the fun. He started to thrust again, slowly and deeply as he moved his fingers in time with the rocking motion. Usually she prefered to finish fast and furious but this time he wanted to catch every moment. So his motions, though applied right where he had learned she wished them, were slow and more purposeful. "I be yours Woman. Now an always. Ya be holdin me in ya spell an ya web a silk an honeyed words. Be ya beast. Yours ta command." It was true, all of it. Which is why she was his anchor. But aside from that he knew she longer to hear his voice in the moment.
June 1, 2020
 Jocelyn Prescott06/01/2020
Aja’it’s snarl seemed to sound more like an animal this night than it had in the past. She remained still as she felt him tense up and work through his release. A satisfied grin crossed her lips, though they were parted to keep her breath flowing. She enjoyed being able to please him in such a way. She leaned into the tusk that ran over her cheek, enjoying the closeness and peacefulness of the moment. She didn’t have too much time to revel in it though as his hand quickly moved to her and she let out a moan, pushing herself back to him roughly. It wasn’t an unwanted touch, but it was unexpected as her attentions were elsewhere. She was being assaulted from what seemed like every direction. His hand was working that bundle of nerves while he began thrusting into her once more. She felt the pleasure quickly building in her once more. His words though, those seemed to add to all of it. Hearing how he had fallen into her trap, had given himself over to her in such a way. Those words carried a heavy weight with her and caused a tightness to rise in her chest. It was enough to drive her over the edge and her body began to tighten, each muscle group contracting for a brief second as he met her release. Her body shuddered and bucked against him as she relied on him to keep her upright, riding the waves of her own pleasure as she shouted through her moans, “Be lovin’ ya!” The words were unexpected, even to her, but it didn’t change the truth that was behind them.
 

June 4, 2020
 Arravien Anderton06/04/2020
Aja'it burried himself as deeply into her as he could as she pressed back into him. His free hand wrapped around her waist and belly to hold her tightly against him as he stilled his thrusts. The circling fingers slowed and eased to the touch so that he could prolong the pleasure as long as he could. He rubbed his cheek into her neck and rumbled in her ear softly, "Be knowin dis truth." He held her close and rocked her from side to side softly. His heart was full to bursting and his legs and arms were shaking. It was the first time she had admitted it, even perhaps to herself and it made his whole body sing. Like her words had hit the cord of a harp. He brushed his tusk against her cheek and neck, letting the cool bone run over her darkened and hot skin. As she slowly calmed he continued to hold her, resting in the moment as if he didn't want it to end. But of course it would have to. He pulled his head away and pulled his hand away from her heat, gathering her hair and pulling it away from her neck to keep her cool. "Be lovin ya too. My Woman. Be lovin you foreva, an always." With her hair gathered off to the side he started to softly scratch her upper back, not wanting to pull away just yet. His claw remained retracted as much as could be but his fingers were rough enough to give the feeling
 
 
 
June 10, 2020

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