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Wrecked	By : Wildfaerie Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Based of Blizzard's World of Warcraft. All refrences belong to Blizzard though the characters are my creation. I do not make a profit on this at all.

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Taylin lounged back in the chair thinking to herself. Leather armor most likely meant that she had followed either the path of the rogue or druid, or perhaps she had even been a novice hunter. Considering she really didn't feel any profound connection to the life around her, she figured she hadn't walked the path of Cenarius. That only left rogue or hunter.
While Taylin helped Kreeva clean up, she continued to let her mind wander. It bothered her to no end that she knew things like what race she was, and was even familiar with whom Elune and Thrall were, but she couldn't remember a thing about her life specifically. Taylin huffed and rubbed her temples, the beginnings of a headache building behind her eyes.
Glancing towards the elf, Kreeva pulled down a small basket and rummaged through it. She pulled out a small bundle of herbs and began grinding them into a thick poultice. Using some of the left over boiling root water, Kreeva poured it into the poultice, creating a steaming broth. Handing the small bowl to Taylin, she said, "Dat help wit' da headache 'n mebbe it help ya 'member sumtin'."
Taylin took the bowl, sniffing it. It smelled absolutely wonderful. She gulped the broth down quickly. Grimacing, Taylin almost spat it back out. 'It may smell wonderful, but it tastes like bad clams,' she thought, wincing as she tried to keep the foul stuff down.
Kreeva couldn't help but snicker softly at the poor girl. "Sorry mon. I know how bad dat stuff is, but it help. I'll finish up 'ere, ya go sit by da fire 'n let dat stuff work."
Rubbing her stomach, Taylin nodded and made her way out the hut. The sky outside was streaked with oranges, yellows, and a bit of purple as the sun began its descent. Roaring and crackling happily, the large campfire cast a beautiful orange glow about the area around the hut and caused shadows to dance and flit against the hut's walls and across her skin.
Taylin settled herself onto a flat rock before the fire and let her mind drift as she stared into the flames. Whatever it was that Kreeva had given her was starting to kick in. She felt slightly sluggish, but not tired. Thoughts kept zipping through her mind, but she couldn't seem to hold onto one for very long. Her headache had completely vanished and she felt oddly at peace. She never noticed the figure on the other side of the dancing flames.
Two sets of eyes had carefully watched as the elf had exited the hut and sat down. The pair of bright emerald eyes focused on the girl, and when they realized she was no immediate threat, had slipped back into the lush jungle foliage without a sound.
Deep ruby eyes had never left the girl's body. He had seen many Night Elf females before, both happy and at peace, and terror ridden before their deaths in battle. He even crossed paths with some in Booty Bay, though he had never really had the chance to study one as he did now.
A light scent pricked at his sensitive nose and his jaw tightened involuntarily, remembering the awful taste of the broth his sister had made for him many times. He was slightly surprised that the girl seemed fairly alert despite the mind relaxing drug she had taken. Then again, she still hadn't sensed his presence, he smirked.
Unfolding his legs and stretching them out as he relaxed in the sand, he leaned back against an old driftwood log and allowed his eyes to learn her features. 'She really is pretty, even for a Night Elf,' Sen'krii thought as his eyes lingered on the soft curve of her face. 'A Night Elf,' his mind halted at that thought. They were conceited and arrogant. 'Though they aren't nearly as bad as those self centered Blood Elves,' he mused. He always thought the female Blood Elves looked too small and fragile. It always seemed that he would break them if he was to ever bed one. That thought brought out a slight chuckle.
And he mentally kicked himself for it as his ears picked up the sharp gasp from the other side of the fire, his eyes suddenly locked with Taylin's.
Taylin's sensitive ears had picked up the quiet chuckle immediately and her eyes had snapped to the source, her body tensing. Her eyes widened when she saw the grinning troll just fifteen feet from her, a gasp escaping her lips. His eyes had instantly flicked to her before he tilted his head to the side quickly.
'How the hell did I not notice him earlier?' she yelled at herself before groaning inwardly. 'Those herbs. They must have dulled my senses just enough.' She realized that he seemed to almost completely blend in with his surroundings. His skin and hair seemingly becoming one with the dark jungle around him as if he was camouflaged. 'Damn hunters,' she thought.
So focused was she on Sen'krii, Taylin didn't notice the slight shimmer of air at her side before a huge shadow panther had knocked her back and pinned her to the sand. Its rich fur was a deep midnight black, highlighted with a deeper purple. Its eyes glowed emerald and seemed dangerously intelligent as it stared intently down at her.
Completely frozen with fear beneath the big cat, Taylin silently prayed to Elune and to the troll for help. The troll who was now... 'Laughing? What the hell?' She allowed her eyes to peer around the large cat and saw the troll quite literally rolling in the sand, laughing hysterically.
Kreeva came running out of the hut. She hadn't heard her brother laugh that hard since they were whelps. At the sight before her, Kreeva couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. The poor girl looked absolutely petrified with Tanga sitting atop her, and her brother looked completely mad with laughter.
When Taylin heard Kreeva's laughter joining Sen'krii's, something clicked.
Glaring at Sen around the cat's body, "Get your damn pet off me before I turn it into a rug!" she hissed out, not wanting to startle the big feline.
Between his bouts of laughter, Taylin heard Sen make a series of soft clicking sounds with his tongue. Suddenly the cat pressed its paws down harder on her chest, the tips of its wicked black claws prickling her skin. At the feel of the beast's now unsheathed claws, Taylin let out a yelp. Which only sent the male troll into another loud fit of laughter.
Taylin was seething inside. Sure she was also petrified, but that had taken a back seat to the rage that was building toward the laughing troll.
Finally getting to his feet, Sen walked to the pinned elf and knelt near her head. Grinning, he stared down at her, "I'd like ta see ya try leetle girlie. Ain't no bodeh beat 'ole Tanga." His eyes seemed to go cold yet they seemed to burn with an unspoken challenge.
Sen'krii's head snapped up when his sister yelled something in trollish at him. The coldness gone from his eyes so quickly, Taylin thought she had imagined it.
"But Tanga just wanted ta have sum fun wit' da leetle elfie," Sen said half to his sister and half to his pet. The panther bumped her head against her master's hand, a soft rumble of a purr began when he scratched behind the cat's ears.
Calming slightly at the affection between hunter and pet, but still pissed at being trapped beneath said pet, Taylin glared up at Sen'krii and opened her mouth to yell at him. She never got the chance as Kreeva beat her to it.
"Tanga, get off dat girlie now, o' no mo' frenzytoo' steaks fo' ya," Kreeva hollered to the cat.
With a nervous look to her master, Tanga gave the elf a long lick along her cheek before bounding over to Kreeva. Tanga would never give up her favorite meal.
Glaring at Tanga, Sen'krii started wandering towards the shore, "Traitor," he muttered under his breath. Tanga just yawned and stretched before curling up near the door of the hut, her eyes following her master's retreating shape.
Still feeling incredibly infuriated, Taylin rolled fluidly to her feet. Glaring at Sen'krii's retreating backside, she picked up a good sized stone and hurled it with deadly accuracy towards the back of his head.
Nimbly dodging to the side and snatching rock out of the air, Sen whirled to face the stunned elf.
Kreeva got very nervous and worried at the poor girl's safety, as she noticed the flash of crimson flood his eyes, but he still seemed in control as he stared at the elf.
Gripping the rock tightly, he glared at Taylin. "You're gonna haff ta do a lot bedda den dat leetle girlie," and with a speed that shouldn't of been possible, he threw the rock towards Taylin. Thankfully he aimed it just perfectly so that it sailed by her ear, stinging the tip a bit, because Taylin would never have been able to move out of its way fast enough had he intended to hit her.
Tossing one last malevolent glance at the wide eyed girl, he turned and headed back along the shore.
Relieved that Sen's temper hadn't kicked in, and slightly surprised at his cool attitude, Kreeva was about to head inside. Then she noticed Taylin's face.
Getting over her surprise at the rock, Taylin had become infuriated with how Sen'krii had brushed her off and almost scolded her like a whelp. Glaring coldly at Sen'krii's back, Taylin rocked onto her toes and launched herself at him. The only though crossing her mind was seeing him face down in the sand.
Caught slightly off guard, Sen barely managed to twist his body to avoid the full attack. Unfortunately, her shoulder caught his hip and the momentum carried them to the ground with a hard thud.
Taylin had been spun and wound up on her back with Sen on top. She was not happy and had instantly lashed out with her arms, forgetting about his superior strength and more importantly, his sharp tusks. A screeching pain slid up her left arm as one of his tusks snagged her and opened a long gash down the side of her arm. Immediately she stilled and tried to wrap her other hand around the gash. Momentarily forgetting about the troll on top of her.
Sen'krii couldn't believe her audacity! To attack him! Nor could he believe that he hadn't been quick enough to fully dodge her. His hip was definitely going to bruise. He could feel the rage building in him. He could almost tell when his eyes started to bleed crimson through his whites.
Settling his weight fully onto her small hips so she couldn't escape or land a kick, he turned blood red eyes to the thrashing girl. He fully intended to show the girl why he was the wrong troll with whom to pick a fight. Their compromising position hadn't even crossed his mind until he felt the girl completely freeze beneath him.
Slightly startled, he really took a look at the girl. His hands clenched into white knuckled fists as soon as he saw the mass amounts of blood spilling down her arm.
Taylin's chest was soaked in blood and the bleeding didn't look to be slowing. She prayed that she hadn't opened an artery. Completely frozen in pain and fear, Taylin laid there with her bloody arm cradled tightly to her body.
Fear washing over him as well, Sen'krii's eyes immediately faded to his softer ruby eyes. The malice completely replaced by worry. Carefully he reached out and attempted to pull the injured arm away from her so he could see the damage.
At his touch Taylin screamed. This seemed to break the spell that had held Kreeva in place, as she suddenly raced over to the two. What she saw made her gasp.
Yelling at her brother to get off the girl, Kreeva raced back to the hut and grabbed some bandages, thread, and a find needle. Running back outside, she saw that neither of them had budged.
"Fine, if ya not gonna leave 'er, den bring 'er to da fire," Kreeva hissed at her brother as she dipped the bandage into a small bowl of water.
Hesitantly, but then quickly, Sen'krii gathered the scared elf up in his arms. Ignoring both her struggles and the large amount of blood covering his chest, Sen brought her to the fire and sat down with her in his lap, his arms still wrapped protectively around her.
"Keep 'er still Sen, dis probly gonna scare an' hurt 'er more den she is," Kreeva whispered as she wrung the water out of the cloth bandage. With a slight nod, Sen wrapped one leg around hers to keep her from kicking and took each of her hands in his. She was still struggling but they were becoming weaker and weaker from her blood loss.
Making sure Sen had a good hold on her, Kreeva placed one of the healing bandages on the shallowest part of the gash. Kreeva knew the healing magics would burn and itch while it took effect, and felt sorry for the girl who looked like she was about to faint.
Taylin tried to yank he arm away from the burning cloth, but she was just too weak to fight against Sen's hold. When she felt another cloth on the other end of the wound, Taylin's eyes rolled back and everything faded to black.
Alarmed at her sudden weight shift, Sen was almost relieved when he realized Taylin had passed out. 'At least she won't be awake for the stitches,' he thought with a grimace. As much as she had just infuriated him, he felt oddly protective of this Night Elf. If the situation had been different, he may have laughed at that thought.
His sister tugging on Taylin's arms brought him back from his thoughts as Kreeva used her magic to slow the bleeding enough so that she could clean away most of the blood. With most of the blood gone, they could see the full extent of the wound. They both gasped when they saw that the jagged gouge went from just behind her elbow almost to her wrist, following the side of her left arm. The deepest part was behind her elbow, getting shallower as it traveled towards her hand.
Sen still wasn't entirely sure what had happened until, being near the light from the fire, he saw the blood on the last inch or two of his right tusk. 'No wonder she screamed when I touched her. I did this.' The thought burned into his mind.
Kreeva had stopped most of the bleeding by now and was using her magic to close the shallow parts of the wound. "I not able ta heal da deepest part. I'll haff ta stitch dat," Kreeva said as she held the point of the needle over the flames.
Cringing, Sen held Taylin tighter. 'Please don't let her wake up through this,' was all Sen could think. Carefully, Kreeva began stitching the wound back together. Thankfully, after patching her brother up so many times, she knew how to keep the stitches small so they wouldn't scar badly. Once the skin had re-knit itself, she could remove the stitches and heal her with her powers. She would probably end up with a faint pink scar, but nothing severely noticeable. Once she finished, Kreeva tightly wrapped the arm in the remaining healing bandages.
Taylin hadn't moved and if it wasn't for the light rise and fall of her chest, Sen would thought her dead. Her skin pale from the blood loss and fatigue.
Gingerly picking her up, Sen carried Taylin into the hut and to his bedroom, and laid her on the bed softly. Kreeva followed and when she realized that her brother meant to stay, fussed at him to at least turn around while she removed the elf's blood soaked clothes. Grumbling, he turned and waited until his sister was through stripping the girl.
Turning around, Sen'krii saw just how pale and frail the poor elf looked bundled under his furs. He reached a hand to his tusk, feeling it still sticky with her blood. He didn't remember hitting her with his tusk, but then again he had been so full of rage, he doubted he would have noticed much. Come to think of it, he was really surprised that he was able to control himself after seeing that much blood so close. Normally it would have combined with his anger and set him into an uncontrollable bloodlust.
Now that he thought more about it, even his sister had given him some nervous and confused glances as he had settled onto the floor next to the bed to keep watch over Taylin. What was it about this girl that not only kept his bloodlust in check, but made him feel so protective when he should have been wanting to slit her Alliance throat. Sure, he felt responsible for her current condition, but it went beyond that. Had it been anyone else that had thrown that rock at him, he wouldn't of just grazed their ear. It even went back to finding her on the beach. Any other Alliance member and he would have left them, but something about her made him get help. Shaking his head to dislodge the many thoughts that were now running rampant through his mind, Sen'krii relaxed back against the side of the bed. This girl was going to be trouble, something told him that. The real question was, why wasn't he worried?
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