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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-One
"Is this really necessary?" Mudon asked.
Falcon slipped off his shirt, Sly did the same. "No weapons," Falcon said.
"No fur," Sly countered.
The druid nodded and the two Night Elves started to slowly circle each other.
"This isn't a real challenge is it?" Star asked from where she sat on a rug nearby.
"Nay," Sly said easily ducking under Falcon's first punch and dancing out of the way. "I have no desire to be leader, this is the alpha wolf just making sure he's still top dog. I wasn't trying to impede your authority, I was only thinking of saving your life."
"You pull a knife on me … stabbed me in the back … poisoned me …" Falcon snarled and lashed out with his left hand. Sly blocked it and grabbing his wrist twisted Falcon behind him, slamming his elbow into the druid's back.
"You're still alive though, right? I'd say my plan worked perfectly."
"Rain could have died!" Falcon shouted as he rolled with the throw and lashed out with his foot, knocking the legs out from under the rogue. He was quickly on top of Sly, pressing his arm against the other's throat.
Sly grabbed his hair that still hung loose and yanked it hard back, threatening to snap Falcon's neck. "So what, damn it, he's just a Sin'dorei …"
"He's more than that," Falcon growled, as he slammed his fist into Sly's face, breaking his hold and rolling out of the way.
"How?" Sly demanded, wiping a hand across his bloodied lip as he crouched down low. "He's been here less than a week how in the hell could he be 'more than that' already?"
"If I could explain the ways of the heart I would have been a sage," Falcon said blocking an attack from Sly. "It just feels right … like he's filled a hole in my soul."
"He's not your brother," Sly said dodging a fist aimed his way.
"That's a good thing; I wouldn't sleep with my brother." Falcon replied. "Crystal and I have found happiness with him; why can't that be enough? Why does there have to be more? Damn it tomorrow we could all be dead … you know that better than anyone."
Falcon charged tackling the rogue and pinning him to the ground. The rogue lay panting beneath him for a moment then said, "You know this would be a lot more fun if we were both naked."
Rolling his eyes Falcon pressed down on the rogue threatening to dislocate his shoulder. "Do you yield?" he asked.
Sly relaxed and turned his head to the side. "Aye," he said.
Releasing his hold the druid stood up and offered Sly a hand up. Pulling him to his feet he whispered softly. "I meant what I said earlier, if you pull a dagger on me again and it's not a challenge for leader of the clan, I will kill you."
"Fair enough," Sly said. Falcon held onto the hand of the other a moment longer as he healed the cut on Sly's lip the only blood drawn this battle, though he was sure they would both be sore later.
Nodding his thanks Sly walked over to Star and offered her his hand. "I've been shot down by our fearless leader again, would you help an old guy out with a certain … problem?"
The young Night Elf grinned and let him pull her to his feet. "Hmm, maybe I can be louder than Rain," she said with a grin as they walked over to the barracks and disappeared inside, shutting the door behind them.
"Well there goes my nap," Rarvo said.
Red made a couple of signs and the dwarf chuckled. "Aye, it never takes him very long does it?" He said with a glint in his eye. "Guess I'll just go enjoy another mug of ale while I wait."
Falcon smiled and looked around camp; he spied Gola sitting down near the fire with a far away look on her face as her hand gently rubbed the top of her boar's head. Walking over he sat down beside her. The dwarf maiden looked up at him and gave him a small grin that didn't go to her eyes.
"You've done a wonderful job fitting in, Lady Icethief," Falcon said. "I usually spend more time with our new recruits making sure they get settled in. I'm sorry for not doing the same with you."
"Just Gola please," the dwarf said. "The lads have been watching over me, it's just strange to think a week ago I was exploring the Outlands excited to see what I could do for the Alliance and now … I'm deep in a hole who knows where with no chance of escape. Part of me is wishing those demons in Hellfire had just finished the job. The reasoning part of me says surviving is good …" she sighed. "I need a drink."
Falcon smiled. "I'll get a mug for you, just a moment."
"Can you get one for Pug too? I'll pay for it out my earnings," she said.
Falcon raised an eyebrow and nodded. He drew two mugs from the keg, plus a small bowl. Carrying them over to the fire he set down the bowl and handed Gola her mug. Then the druid sat down cross-legged near her.
"It's been over ten years since I left Azeroth, over the years I've heard tales of the Scourge, how the Sin'dorei lost their precious Sunwell, the arrival of the horde … tell me Gola what other news can you share of home?" Falcon asked taking a sip of his beer.
"A decade isn't a long time for either of our races … seems like a splash in a bucket … but it has been a harsh ten years." Gola said. "The gnomes lost their home to Troggs, most live within the safety of Ironforge now. Forgive me I do not know any news from your people, like always they mostly keep to themselves. I've heard tales of forces gathering to face Illidan himself here in the Outlands." The dwarf paused. "If our captors lose their master what will happen to us?"
Falcon shrugged. "I have my doubts at time Illidan is the demons true master but our lives would probably be unaffected." The druid glanced down at his drink.
"You're a terrible liar," Gola said with a crooked grin.
Just then there was a loud squeal from the barracks. "We're we really that bad?" Falcon asked.
"Worse," Gola said letting out a hardy chuckle.
Falcon felt his ears grow warm. The door to his hut opened and Crystal slipped outside. Her ivory locks had been put back into a long single braid. She walked over them and sat down on his lap. Wrapping an arm around her waist he nuzzled her neck. "Have a nice nap?"
"Aye, well rested." She replied looking around the camp. Following her gaze Falcon the camp was a maze of clothes lines at the moment as they tried to dry out their clothes in the damp cavern. "Should we borrow a couple of mages to help warm up the area and dry them faster?"
"I rather not," Falcon said. "We have no idea if Mira really died because she helped us or just on a whim of the demons. I rather not draw any more attention to our allies right now. They'll dry eventually."
His wife nodded. "Has dinner been started yet? If not I'll go get something out of the smoke house."
"Nothing yet," Falcon said. On the day of rest there were no rations so the Clans had to use whatever they had on hand. His wife kissed him and walked down toward the smoke house.
"Akire?"
Smiling at the gentle touch Falcon stood and bowing slightly to Gola went over to his lodging and opened the door. Rain was sitting up the blankets pooled around him, his long black hair cascading down his pale face. "Join us?" Falcon asked offering him his hand.
The pale elf glanced down and shook his head. He pulled at the blanket wrapped around his waist.
"Ah … yes, just a second," Falcon said turning around and walking back out to the clothes lines. He ran his hands down a few sets of leggings all were still damp to the touch. Just then Star and Sly came out looking … content.
"Sly!" Falcon called out.
The rogue kissed Star's cheek and walked over to him. "Yes, Falcon?" he asked.
"I'm wondering if you have a pair of leggings I can borrow for Rain, the laundry is still drying."
"You mean you want him to get into my pants?" Sly said with a crooked grin.
Falcon shook his head and didn't take the bait.
"Just a second," the rogue said disappearing back into the barracks. A moment later he returned and handed Falcon a pair of leather leggings. "Just finished making these, they should fit him well, I was thinking of one of the girls when I made it so his slim build ought to suit it. Also here is a pair of moccasins for him, he doesn't really go beyond the camp these should be more comfortable for him than the old boots he's been wearing."
"I'll make sure to pay you for them later, thank you," Falcon said taking them.
"No worries, first pair is always free," Sly said as he wandered over to the keg.
Falcon ran his hand over the leather of the pants; it was soft to the touch. Should feel much better than the rough hand-me-down leggings Rain had been using since his arrival. Stepping back into the hut he found the Sin'dorei combing his hair. Handing Rain the pants and shoes he knelt down behind him and took the comb from his hand. He quickly pulled the dark hair up into a high ponytail.
Rain stood and slipped on the new pants, Sly was right they fit him like a glove. Falcon smiled his appreciation at the way the tight leather looked as he pulled it over his small hips. "Well that doesn't leave a lot to the imagination," he said.
The Sin'dorei spun around slowly and Falcon's grin widened as he recognized the movements of the Dance of the Moonwell, fluid motions most young female Kaldorei learn. "You keep surprising me," Falcon said. "Someone has trained you well," he sighed running a hand down the fair elf's face.
Rain stopped dancing and looked over at Falcon with a look of confusion. "Sorry," he whispered.
Growling Falcon embraced the elf. "There is nothing to be sorry for, we really need to improve your vocabulary." The elf seemed to believe every sigh, every frown was a sign of disapproval. With the enchanting moment broken Falcon handed Rain a light cotton long-sleeve shirt. "Not very warm but the best we have now; take a blanket with you if needed."
Rain pulled the shirt over his head; the large V-neck in the front was unlaced and showed of the Sin'dorei's pale chest. Falcon dipped his head and kissed the bare neck of Rain. A soft moan escaped the other as he ran a hand through Falcon's hair. "Mm … afraid we can't continue … the camp might revolt if they had to listen to you again." Falcon said with a laugh.
Rain blushed and sitting down pulled on his new shoes. "Thank you," he said, obviously pleased with his new clothes.
"Don't thank me, thank Sly," Falcon said, shooing the now dressed elf out the door.
The druid watched Rain walk over to Sly who was sitting at the table, working on a piece of leather. The rogue glanced up as the elf approached. Rain knelt and bowed his head, "Thank you, Master Sly."
Rain was quickly pulled to his feet by Sly. "I'm no one's master, little one." Rain was spun around as the leatherworker in the rogue looked over his handy work. "I'd have to say you fill those pants nicely, Rain."
"I agree," Gola said over her mug. "I'm starting to see what you elves do in the lad."
"I think you've had enough beer," Sid said as he walked over from the forge. Glancing over at Falcon he asked, "If your truly not going to use the cage anymore can we melt it down? We need to make a few new picks and tool."
Nodding his agreement, Falcon walked over to the hut and helped the dwarf carry the cage out and over to the forge. He felt Rain's eyes on him as they moved it. Once it was set down Falcon returned to Rain's side and lifted his chin so their eyes met. "Sorry, I put you in it to start with, my heart."
Rain started speaking in a rush of Thalassian his eyes and gestures were pleading. It was clear to the druid he was trying to explain something but whatever it was, was lost in the language barrier. Finally he pressed a finger against the lips of the other, silencing him.
"I wish I could understand you," Falcon said.
Sighing Rain nodded and shrugged his shoulders. "It's okay," he said.
"No, no it's not …" Falcon replied.
"He's picking up words quickly," Gola said. "We should probably work with the lad, them Blood Elves consider themselves scholars I bet he would be a quick learner."
"Perhaps," Falcon said. "We also need Red to work with him as well." He ruffled Rain's hair and motioned him over to his wife. "Go see if you can help with tonight's dinner."
Nodding the younger elf walked over to the kitchen area. Falcon sat down next to Gola and pulled out a comb. He pulled up the hair for his top knot first making quick work of tying it off. He then parted the remainder of his long dark violet hair down the middle and started the slow process of braiding it.
"Need some help, lad?" Gola asked, setting down her empty mug. "I know a thing or two about braids." She wore twin braids herself.
After Falcon nodded she started working on the other braid as he continued weaving his hair on the side facing away from her. As he worked he saw Crystal talking to Rain, she had a carrot in her hand. Breaking off the leaves of the carrot she gave them to the Sin'dorei and gestured toward the direction of the garden. His wife must have given them to him as a way to identify the buried vegetable. Rain nodded and hurried off, disappearing behind the barracks.
Smiling he continued to braid after about five minutes he finally reached the end and tied it off. A short time later Gola finished the matching braid and he voiced his gratitude. At that moment Sly can around the corner of a building dragging a tearful Rain behind him, the Sin'dorei's shirt was covered in dirt as was his tear streaked face. Falcon stood but Sly motioned for him to wait.
Bringing Rain over to the water pump he yanked the elf's shirt off and motioned at the pump, handing Rain some soap. "Clean," he growled.
Freezing water cascaded over the fair skin of the other as he scrubbed his arms with the soap. "Sorry … sorry," he said sorrowfully.
"Your face too," the rogue commanded.
Cupping the water in his shaking hands Rain scrubbed his cheeks as well. After he was done Sly shut off the water and pulled the kneeling elf to his feet. Leading him over to Falcon he said, "Go show him what you were doing."
"Sorry," Rain whispered again, shivering from the coolness of the water
Falcon held out his hand.
"Sorry," Rain pleaded his eyes on Sly.
"Rain," Falcon growled. Chilled fingers wrapped around his and he was led back toward the garden. Sly followed a step behind. As they neared Falcon saw a small stack of carrots lying on the ground. He stopped mid-stride as he noticed another buddle lying nearby. Rain glanced back his whole body trembling, tears falling down his cheeks.
Keeping himself in check, Falcon channeled his healing powers into the Sin'dorei looking for anything amiss. "Thank you, Sly," he said.
"Least I could do," the rogue said with a shrug.
Falcon's grip tightened on the fingers he held. He led Rain over to the garden and pointed at the bouquet of flowers. "Those are called hemlock; Rain … every part of that flower is death, talah."
Looking confused, Rain reached for them.
"No!" Falcon screamed slapping the hand.
With a yelp Rain took a step back. "No?"
"No," Falcon gestured at Sly who was standing nearby.
The rogue slipped on a pair of leather gloves and picked up the bundle of flowers. "I'll take care of these; we'll probably want to destroy the carrots they were already out of the ground when I got here. No idea if he handled them between picking this pretty bouquet of flowers for Crystal or not."
"Please take care of that too, Sly."
The rogue snagged the bunch of carrots by their leaves and walked off. Falcon pulled Rain to the garden and pointed to the carrots … "Yes," he said. He pointed the hemlock and other various herbs he grew for non-edible reasons that were surrounded by a fence separating them from the rest of the garden. "No!" to emphasize he slapped the back of the hand he still held.
Rain cried out and tried to pull his hand away. Falcon tightened his grip and pointed to the potatoes. "Yes," he said. Pointing at the hemlock he said, "No," again slapping the back of Rain's hand. Thus he went through the whole garden identifying the food fit for human consumption and reinforcing the fact that Rain shouldn't touch the rest.
By the time they finished the back of Rain's hand was red and his tears were flowing freely. Falcon gestured to the carrots. "Finish what my wife asked of you," he said releasing the elf. Bending down Rain dug up three carrots and Falcon stopped him. "Enough."
Holding the vegetable Falcon shadowed him back to the kitchen. Crystal raised an eyebrow and Falcon shook his head slightly. "I asked for six," she said.
"Rain won't be eating dinner," Falcon said. "We had to throw away his first bunch of carrots … we can't waste food like that."
"Beloved, he meant no harm." Crystal said. "Sly told me what he was doing; he only saw them as flowers."
"It doesn't matter; we do not waste food here. A hungry stomach will reinforce this lesson."
Crystal sighed and nodded.
"I mean it; Rain is not to have any more food today." He said it loud enough for the whole camp to hear.
"He has no idea what you are saying," Crystal said softly.
"He'll figure it out soon enough," Falcon said releasing the hand he had been holding.
"Sorry," Rain whispered again before he ran off, disappearing into the hut.
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