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The Path to Heroism	By : cyberdemon107 Category: +S through Z > WAKFU MMORPG Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dust swirled in the air, dancing in the narrow beams of light coming through holes in the heavy mesh of the outer wagon Smells of glue... metal, honing oil, wood, and wild roses. Of her. The Sram looked over his handiwork, trying to get his mind off the fiasco that just unfolded. A bleached white skeleton pattern stood out against the grey favric. Combined with the bone cowl that lay at his feet, the complete accompaniment of a shadow of Sram. He wore the outfit, securing a leather scabbard full of daggers unto his back, as well as vambraces, shinguards and tabi boots. He rose, looking into a tarnished wall mirror. A hood slipped over his dark, messy hair. The cowl descended over his face, his eyes disappearing in the dark holes of the sockets. A skeleton looked back at him. The guise of death. The perfect killer. The-
"JERK!" Yelled the embarrassed sentinel. Zell jumped and fumbled the mask. She strode towards him and flipped the cloak aside. No less than four towels secured her hair in a single bundle. But on her round backside stood a bright red bruise, shaped like a hand.
"What are the people gonna think now?" She said, blushing.
"Whatever they want to. I have nothing to hide." And his hands caressed the bruise, brushing down her thigh. He leaned in and kissed the soft skin of her bottom, fragrances of the bath mixing in the stale air." I'm sorry Ellie. It was an honest mistake."
"Well, I don't blame you. But you are dressed, so we aren't losing anything now." The disappointment of the Sram could be tasted. "Come!" said the Iop, dropping the towels in a pile. Her hair hung in clumped wet strands. She sat on the side of the cot and directed Zell to go behind her. Armed with a comb, he got stared. The Iop didn't lie, staying mad was completely beyond her. Within seconds she was chattery, bugging him for tales of adventures. When he came up short, since most of his life revolved around training, hiding and surviving (not to mention highway robbery, but he omitted that for the sake of her conscience, for associating with him). So instead, the conversation lead back to her.
Eliandra Tedenkim snuck out of home with a backpack full of sandwiches and a sword not two years ago. She visited Ohm, took a ship to Bonta and tried her hand at bounty hunting. After a serious moral conflict when she realized that not all bounties are on evil people, she confronted the bookies and was beaten up. She was saved by the guardian Skal Pell, fell in love with him but got turned down, since he was into Ecaflips and Pandawas. She traveled around the countryside, looking for the great bandit Black Raven, but couldn't find him. The nearby merchants said he abruptly retired... Her journey brought her no glory or excitement, so she traveled to the island of Mork, and heard the stories of the dark forest, and ghosts that occupied it, scaring or robbing travelers.
"I guess I caught the forest ghost", she smiled, tilting her head back. Zell kept working with a comb, returning the orange mess back to order. She blurted something about maiden's honour being "in-dis-pen-sible" but who knows if she knew what she was talking about. "don't slap the bum" worked just as well. But Zell kept pondering. It wasn't just the sex he liked about her. Her company made him at peace. He wasn't a nice person. He wanted other people's stuff and he often hated company. But she changed him. She filled his heart with warmth, with a wanting to do greater things. She... bump
The Iop leaned back and made contact with his shoulder. He guided her head towards his lap, straightening her hair as he worked. She was breathing slowly, smiling in her sleep. Zell looked over the girl again. His hand brushed along her hip, up her stomach and towards the breasts. No, something stopped him. A thin, barely noticeable pink line across her solar plexus.
Where the spider thing almost cut her in...
Zell shook his head, getting the imagery out as soon as he could. He caressed the faint scar, then reached between the breasts. Heartbeat was slow now, very relaxed. It hasn't occurred to him that Ellie may still be sick. That she may have died fighting Rian if they were not near a bloody pond. He brushed hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead. Like cradling a crystal carafe he lifted the girl off his lap and tucked her in. Yes, he would protect her, no matter what it took. And right now, it took foresight.
He checked his inventory and left in silence. The caravan was slowly creaking along, dusk setting in. Last rays of sunlight shot out in pillars over distant mountains, or really tall trees. People were getting ready for sleep. The dark raised Zell's spirits, as he no longer had to squint to see. His eyes peered in every direction. Not a leaf out of place. But with hundreds of miles until the Zaap or any settlement, there was no anticipating the bandits. He made his footsteps audible and took off the cowl, to avoid scaring children. His head kept swiveling, scanning. The uncertainty was deadly. He couldn't afford the chance of being caught asleep or tired. There was only one person who could help. Whether she liked it or not. Finding her wasn't hard. All he had to do was follow the stench of blood.
It lead him to the tailor, who also hosted bathing facilities. HE was surprised to see a pile of her old clothes in the middle of the wagon. Then she stepped out from behind a rubber curtain, wearing new stitched/patched clothes. Must be a Sacrieur thing. Forgetting himself, he kept leering over the scantly dressed girl. As much as Zell hated to admit it, Rian was not bad looking... for a Sacrieur. Her heavily tanned skin resembled a striped jungle cat, with the serpentine tattoo passing every few inches across her delicate skin. The brown heart sigil stood out, right under the collarbone. Stripes of patchy sari secured her hips and wound around her perky breasts, leaving two bumps cutting into the fabric. Long ears (like Ellie's) poked through the shoulder-length hair. He misjudged earlier, it was auburn. She turned towards him. The grey eyes swept over him, a sour mixture of sarcasm and curiosity. Earlier today, her face was smashed into a bloody mess, but it was perfect now. Just a faint red mark on her eyebrow, where the Iop's hook hit. Quite a beautiful face. Shame dark stripes invaded the delicate cheeks...
"Oh, it's you. Quite the hour to visit. Did she turn you down today or something?" He bit his tongue to avoid telling her off.
"Rian, join me for a drink?"
"What's the occasion
"Well, it's customary to get someone inebriated before you have non-consensual sex with them. At least where I come from." She smirked. "Or were you going to skip all those steps from last time?" He dropped from the wagon, she followed. A part of him kept track of her movement, unable to drop his guard. Barefoot, with some combination of sandals and socks. Almost the same height. Untrusting. Clenched fists, don't get close.
"Why did you join the bandits?"
"Name one thing more productive for an orphan to do"
"Adventurer?"
"Oh no" She burst out laughing "I don't know how she convinced you..." She looked down on her chest "Or maybe I do. But I assure you, it won't work on me."
"So what are you going to do when the bandits get here?"
"See who wins, what else?"
"When are they coming?"
"Eh..."
"What are you talking about? Eliandra beat you in a fight. You owe her a blood dept. Isn't that a Sacrieur tradition?" Rage began to build in the Sram. Just don't show it...
"She never mentioned a blood dept. In fact, she promised to protect me from the raid. I figure that's a nice arrangement."
"I'll kill you if you don't tell me when the raid is coming."
"And the Emelkans will attack you. You really think they trust a Sram?" Zell palmed a dagger, despair rising. He was in a no-win scenario with a psycho, who was ok with killing an entire caravan. He was starting to really hate this girl. Think fast... he walked along side a wagon and with a silent flash, his knife parted canvas. He lifted the flap to see a whole family having dinner. Perfect. He put his finger to his lips and shushed. It was time to get nasty.
"What about the deal you offered me in the grotto? What if I betray the Emelkans and join the bandits... just like you?
"If you can deal with your Iop friend. Poison her or something. She will never join us. She is way too noble and stupid."
"I WILL NEVER BETRAY ELIANDRA!" Yelled the Sram.
"Then why are you wasting my..." She turned and froze. A half dozen terrified faces stared back. One more off to the side, expression completely different. A malicious grin passed on the pale face. He raised a bone mask and slid it over his eyes.
"Gotcha" he whispered. And before she could react, a kick to the stomach sent her flying. Just win. Nothing simpler... considering how his last battle turned out.
She was up in a flash. She bit her thumb and started drawing a pattern on her chest and stomach. No! With blinding speed a flew at her and a spinning back kick lifted her off the ground. She fell on all fours, breathless. The Sram was ready, and a roundhouse kick landed on her face. Se shrugged it off and lunged again. A poor block let her hit his mask, and a noticeable amount of Wakfu left Zell, ripped out by the girl. "that's how it works, she hits she heals". He wanted to draw knives, but changed his mind. He wouldn't want the Emelkans to think this was one-sided. Another punch! He slipped past and grabbed her clothes. With leverage of his hips he slammed her into the dirt and wrenched one arm at an uncomfortable angle.
"Now this can really hurt if you..." SNAP. The arm turned unnaturally and she grabbed his collar. He locked eyes briefly and saw terror. The Sacrieur was berserk. He felt himself dragged off his feet, pulling away from the Sacrieur. Something hung on. The band of the tattoo gripped his torso and dragged him in the dirt in a growing circle. Then it released and Zell tumbled painfully through the brush. With a thump he came to a stop on the wagon, the scabbard saving him from a broken back. Everything was sore. "ON YOUR FEET" The inner voice yelled. He obeyed, with strain.
"Kid gloves come off, Rian. You will help us if i have to make you swear IN BLOOD!"
She strode out of the dust cloud. One hand gripped a looped whip, made from the living tattoo. The other had just finished on a mark. She licked her lips, cutting her tongue on her sharp teeth. A menacing grin spread on her face. There was no need for words.
"FADE said the unseen Sram and dashed towards the bloodied girl. She looked right at him. She saw the footprints in the tall grass. She swung in a wide arch, to intercept from the front. The whip violently cut the air, headed right for him. Just as planned.
I wonder if that thing she throws around is alive. I wonder if she can afford to lose it?
He threw a knife backwards, to disturb the grass and froze. Her aim was off now... Then he jumped right into the brown tendril, dagger ready.
GASHER!
A crack cut through the night. Zell was surprised. Gashing magic was silent. Then his soul froze solid, from the most painful shriek he ever heard.
It rang for several seconds, dropping into gasping and quickened breathing. He made contact with the Sacrieur and deep red marks lined her right foot, where the tattoo once was. Whether she saw him or not is debatable, but she made eye contact. Her lips trembled and eyes stared right through him. Why, they seemed to ask. She looked defenseless, broken... He wanted to help her- No. With a stretch of willpower, Zell grabbed a ropedart. The silk cable uncoiled in midair. He dashed straight at her. She tried to get up but he was already behind her. The rope was slower... it fell around her neck and snapped tight like a snare. Then a knee slammed in her back and lifted her off the ground.
Rian tried to gasp, but couldn't. She swung a kick back, but hit nothing. She grabbed the rope, pulling on it with every ounce of her enchanted strength, to no avail. Her fingers bit into the silk cable, pulling to the last. It wouldn't help. She couldn't hear her heartbeat as loud anymore. Her lips tingled. It started to get cold. Her leg stopped hurting. Then her arm. The chill took her whole body. Summoning every iota of strength she reached behind her, to grab him, to steal some energy through blood. But her arms disobeyed, falling limp at her sides. She looked up at the stars. They were so beautiful. Was she dying? Was she going to see her family? It was going dark. Her peripheral vision cut off. She saw faces flash... she felt like drifting into the clouds... when boyish hands caught her by the torso and legs, and set her on the ground.
The rope slacked, untied by slender fingers. Someone pushed on her chest and tapped her cheek. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw the face of death. It's cold gaze descended on her. But the mask lifted and the Sram smiled, with a twinge of guilt on his face. He wiped the blood mark off her chest and sighted.
"How about it? Help us with the bandits... now?" Her eyes started tearing up, and in a trembling voice she replied.
"Please, just kill me."
"I'll pass. But I would like a blood oath. How about helping us with the bandits?"
"You don't understand. The leader, Sevan Bask, he..."
"I don't need to understand. Knowing is enough. And I know innocent people will die. Eliandra will die. So, swear?" he put his palm over the heart sigil, feeling the beat beneath.
"Y... yes, I swear. I will help you with the bandits as much as I can. Good?" she yelped as Zell got off her and inspected her leg. It was wounded badly, almost flayed in places. He grabbed hold of a loose end of her sari and unwound a patch, then secured it over the wound to staunch the bleeding.
"And I promise to protect you from the bandits, just like Eliandra did. Everything will turn out fine. I'm sorry for beating you up. Let's get you aid."
Rian felt herself picked up and she held herself close to the Sram, as they walked back to the caravan. She pressed her naked chest towards his, to conceal it from prying eyes. And by gazes were they surrounded. Emelkans clutched tools as makeshift weapons, afraid to take a step forward.
"So that's who brought the bandits on our trail?" Came Gavin's voice. Zell looked up and saw him atop a wagon. The old man jumped down and stopped in midair with a wingbeat. The brush he carried, extended like a wand, pointed menacingly right at Zell.
"She's on our side now."
"Says who? That's right! We should never have let the Sacrieur near us! Srams are bad luck I told you all! He beat her, he saved us you dumbass!" echoed the mob from all around. Zell ignored the threatening pose Gavin made and laid the girl at the wooden deck of the wagon. She clutched her naked chest, apprehensive of everyone around her.
"Help her. I gave my word I would protect her"
"And if I refuse? You'll kill us?"
"Of course not" Replied the Sram. "I just won't have the slightest drive to protect you. And the Sentinel with whom I bunk will leave as well, since you are debating lynching a helpless girl who is in dire need of medical attention." he took a confident step right at Gavin, the brush pointed at his forehead. "I know you can count. Four is more than one. Now show me how much of your life you spent saving lives. Was it by any chance, more than the killing part?" Gavin winced like an arrow invaded his heart. The Sram was spot on. He did hide it. He couldn't bear it.
"Relax people. Bring her in." He waved at the crowd, who reluctantly began to dissipate. No one hated Sacrieurs enough to deal with a Sram that almost killed one, unscathed. Zell carried the trembling girl unto a bed inside the wagon, then helped her drink a brown potion.
"Will it heal her leg?"
"No, but an hour's rest will. Even losing a piece of the goddess' gift is temporary. All it costs is pain..."announced the Eniripsa, drawing something on the girl's stomach with the brush with glowing pink ink.
"Oh, I'm sorry Rian. That must have really hurt." the bloodied lips smiled warmly.
"It's ok. Besides, no one ever stood up for me. Even if it is after a beating. But you owe me something. A kiss good night."
Without hesitation he bent down and touched his lips to her forehead, running his fingers through her hair. It reeked of blood and made him nauseous, but the girl's eyes returned the warmth twice over. She smiled again.
"So how long do we have?"
"Two days. Answer for an answer. Now tell me your real name."
"It's Zell. Always has been"
"Oh. Well I am Rian Briar. Remember it, in case you need to scream it at night."
"Oh, well I'm always fairly prepared so-"
"I meant when I'm on top, bonehead"
"Oh..."
"Good night Zell. I promise I will do everything I can to help" He waved and jumped down. The caravan resumed it's course and he proceeded to the rear wagon. She closed her eyes and whispered "every...thing"
Zell rushed back to the wagon. In scant seconds he was behind the vitrine, behind the curtain. Something was different. Eliandra lay on the cot, back facing to him and legs stuck out from beneath the blanket, lightly covered in dirt. He sighted. His guardian angel was there to save him if he lost to Rian. Dropping the freshly bloodied clothes he snuck in behind the Iop. His hands snuck around her chest and stomach, feeling the warmth. He silently kissed her neck as he drifted off to sleep. How strange. His lips were dirty with blood, but for a second tasted ... .
sweet
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