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Title: Croon of the Kraul

Author: A. Pseudonym, aka 'Dark Morgan'

Summary: After their meeting in the castle Kraltuk finds himself obsessed with a human, much to the disapproval of his elders...

Rating: NC17, YAOI (MxM stuff. Don't like it, don't read. If you do like, enjoy ;)

Quests: [34] A Vengeful Fate[34] The Crone of the Kraul,

Dikclaimer: WoW is obviously not owned by me. If it were there'd be a lot more yaoi in the flavour text & dialogue and rogues would have more quests. These characters, however, are mine :)
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�The Waterspirit calls. We listen to the river. We listen to the rain. In its ebb we find the flow. In its tide we learn its wisdom. The drop becomes a river. The river becomes the sea. The smallest drop can shape the world anew.�

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Great oceans of grass, green and limber, swayed with the warm, mid-day breeze that dwelled in the mountain vale of Mulgore. Surrounded on all sides by high peaks that betrayed only a few small trails, the semi-nomadic Tauren called home this paradise of plainsland tucked away in a cradle of the world. Near the middle of this hidden land rose a cluster of plateaus towards which they had gathered, many of the scattered tribes, answering a call unto its ancient rises of Thunder Bluff. Here they climbed the great, earthen towers giving watch over the land and communion to the sky, building bridges and lifts with them as they rose to link its many peaks. Here where it was sacred they were safe from those who had hunted them, and many gave thanks nightly to the Earthmother in song and prayer that they were able to live in a land at peace.

To these heights many traveled, by foot once and almost forevermore after that by air favoring a ride on the backs of winged beasts to the grueling, vertigo-inducing trek that generally otherwise must be made. The wyverns of Kalimdor which roosted in the mountains not far from Thunder Bluff were trained specifically for this task. Monstrous to look at and even more foul to smell, many Horde outposts had at least one flightmaster trained to coordinate the efforts of these creatures so that transportation between the cities come at a faster detail. Had a breed of leopards suddenly sprouted leonine heads, batlike wings and scorpion tails overnight at the whim of some phantasmagoric god, however, that might have explained the existence of these creatures to more than one inquiring mind.

Kral�tuk could be said to be one of those inquiring minds. More concerned with how the world seemed to jump and reel under him at the moment, however, his focus was less on the existential qualities of these creatures and more on making certain that this one did not drop him accidentally to a gratuitous death. Strapped in as he was to the special harness holding him onto the wyvern�s back he should not have been so concerned, but he was all the more glad to see Mulgore�s green pastures give way to the golden scrubland that indicated he had passed on into the Barrens and was nearing his companions who waited on the ground in Camp Taurajo.

�Easy there critter, I� hey! Woah!� Kral�tuk renewed his death grip on the reins as the wyvern went into a swan dive towards the encampment Apparently being semi-sentient, his mount had decided it did not like being referred to as a �critter�. More or less gracefully for better want of a landing, the wyvern and its rider came to a stop in Camp Taurajo.

�We�re ready,� Tyrrh said to Kral�tuk as he stepped off the chimerical creature that waited with fading patience for him to remove his affects. Artak already had his backpack on, Laughingwind was stuffing something away in hers, Gukkar was stretching out in the morning grass. Kral�tuk, half afraid of a petulant mount�s nip, tried not to let himself be distracted as the other orc performed a slow, backwards cartwheel that showed off every interesting muscle of Gukkar�s legs. Firm ass, nice package, gods he couldn�t wait till they were out on the road again. Apparently he wasn�t fast enough and the wyvern shook him off, moving towards the tauren flightmaster with half of Kral�tuk�s belongings still strapped on.

�Come on mate,� Gukkar said from somewhere upside-down, �hoof it.� The partied tauren members looked at the acrobat with something like an inaudible groan. Kral�tuk could feel the other orc�s smirk even with his back turned.

�You�ve got everything you need?� Tyrrh, the older tauren asked. �Food for the road? Water and bandages?�

�Always do,� Kral�tuk replied, taking the last of his things from a snapping wyvern.

�Good,� he said turning to stroke Laughingwind�s cheek. �Then with the Earthmother�s blessing we go.�

Down the Gold Road they set, tromping on in a steady pace upon that which was named after the rich trade that goblin caravans setting out from Ratchet brought to all parts of Kalimdor. None of the party being rich enough to own their own mounts yet, they ran along making light conversation only when they stopped for breaks. Kral�tuk being the primary member in the party wearing mail didn�t mind. It was not that he was the most talkative of orcs but he actually enjoyed being in the world as it woke up around him with others who could share in the experience. He loved running alongside herds of gazelle and kodo and occasional Zhevra. He loved the simple peace that these animals enjoyed moving as tribes do, living with the land as part of it. He also loved watching Gukkar�s ass wiggling in front of him, tight and leather-clad as it was.

Theirs was an interesting relationship. Had he told himself a year ago what was going to happen he would never have believed it, but then he had never at that point had a relationship with the meaningfulness or intimacy of anything that had happened to him recently. He would never have suspected the great arousal that making love to another male could bring. He would never have dreamed that his first such experience would have broken all taboos he had been born with. He could not have forseen the hunger for more it would awaken in him after.

It was a good thing he met the northern orc when he did. The need for more had been so great in him he could think of nothing else but his first lover for weeks until it almost drove him mad. What he might have done if Gukkar had not found him could have been irreparable. Perhaps living in so great a concentration of caste and orcish rule that was Ogrimmar had given the rogue a sixth sense for sniffing out �sexual deviants� and seeing behind the repressive masks that people wore, or perhaps Kral�tuk�s mask of normalacy had slipped so far that it didn�t matter, but that first night for them had happened much as it did in Thunder Bluff.

It was late one night and dark when not many people were around. He�d managed to drink past the last bar�s closing and even the spirits could not keep his mind from burning. Then there he was, a strong hand pulling him into an alley, dirty accusations piercing his ears, unseen hands groping his intimate areas and then the a sudden passion pressing him against a wall as he climaxed, as he struggled not to cry out or give everything away and then he was alone, covered in sweat and sweetness and left for all the world like a broken doll. He had had his release and for the time being it was enough.

The dark voice returned two nights after that, and again a few nights later. Always in places he wasn�t looking for it, always when he seemed to be minding along his way but Kral�tuk was secretly aware, always secretly hoping that the next hut he ducked into would have those mysterious hands, that rough passion. Sometimes it happened so fast he was left wondering whether all this was his becoming the target of some private humiliation or the willing victim of a perverted rapist, but Kral�tuk found himself irresistibly drawn to it anyway. There would always be the surprise, a brief struggle, the quiet grappling and eventual submission mixed in with words and threats of lust.

At first that was all he needed � brief encounters with an even briefer acquaintance � but then his madness returned greater than before and he needed more to keep it from burning over. That night it was he who did the hunting, he who did the taking, and when the morning came he found his side had not been forsaken and Gukkar sleeping before him. That day they made a blood-bond to one another for the rest of their days.

That, at least, was how it started. Kral�tuk saw that Gukkar hated feeling pinned down and he would disappear for days on end. It drove Kral�tuk insane with concern and then he�d return, passion would be had and all would be forgiven. Kral�tuk learned the quickest way to gain Gukkar�s arousal was to start something sporadically in a somewhat public area. The thrill of being caught was ever-present and fortunately no one seemed to have discovered them. It took Kral�tuk longer to realize that that was a part of his kink too, though to a lesser extent. He liked a touch of danger. Gukkar lived for it.

That was why they left Ogrimmar. He and Gukkar must have done something to draw too much attention to themselves for suddenly others were staring at them oddly and the open road seemed far more inviting. Gukkar couldn�t stay away from society for too long however and so they traveled to Thunder Bluff where two orcs banding together was not so uncommon a thing to see in the tauren capitol of the world.

The orcs could be a very unforgiving race. Ripped in blood from their homeworld, betrayed by their very own kind, most who did not fit in with their regained community were exiled, or commanded to prove their worth against impossible odds. In the warrior barracks where Kral�tuk had spent most of his life these brutal politics made themselves most apparent as he had seen other orcs ruthlessly hazed because they came from obscure tribes. Other times they disappeared, and one orc had been outright killed because she�d been caught going to the bed of a troll hunter. Cross-species breeding was one of the Unforgivable Taboos beaten into children at an early age which was ruthlessly enforced in public and definitive ways.

For Kral�tuk, none could ever know of his sin breaking that great taboo when he went off to Lordaeron. Not even Gukkar, whom he trusted with more than his life. Perhaps that was why, when they made love, he held back something which was becoming more and more known. There were nuances, tastes, scents which tasted different between species, different between sexes, while at the same time sharing principle qualities. Both males and females had the same kind of skin in texture and flavor, but that did not hold true for musk. So was it true for humans and orcs, the one being smoother, almost exotically creamy whereas the latter could evoke a rich blend of heady aromas.

That�s how it was with Gukkar. He was more spiced, like finely kept armor or oiled leather. That was part of his scent, a part of his flavor; alluring in itself but dangerously overpowering. In moderation it was pleasant, but too much and he could easily drown.

With humans there was a scent of simplicity in their pheromones, something that seemed plain yet at the same time drove him crazy. Perhaps it had more to do with the Taboo, or the fact that it had been his first enjoyable time. Perhaps it was a culmination of all these, but either way it had only happened once, and the more time Kral�tuk spent with Gukkar the more he became aware of something that he was missing out.

�We break here,� Tyrrh said pulling up short of a strange rock jutting up from the ground.

�Finally,� Artak said, �Breakfastime.� Shucking his pack he shed his tauren form for one more suited to hunting.

�Don� take too long,� Laughingwind said reaching for her canteen. Artak, as a lion with ridiculous horns sticking out from his head, merely roared and padded off.

Kral�tuk searched through his backpack for a strip of tough jerky to gnaw over. He noticed Gukkar looking at him from the shaded side of the rock, taking a swig from his waterskin.

I know that gaze Kral�tuk wanted to say.

�Whot�s this place?� Gukkar asked, addressing Tyrrh while he still stripped Kral�tuk with his eyes.

�The Valley of Giants,� Tyrrh said. �This is where the demigod Agamaggan fell, according to the Legends told by the Elders of the Great War of the Ancients.�

�You actually believe that codswallop?� Gukkar walked over to Kral�tuk and handed over his waterskin. Kral�tuk felt the rogue�s fingers linger long enough to steal a grope on his own hand before letting go. �I�ve �ad to listen to that rubbish for years. Ain�t nothin� to be gained humourin� old mad folk.�

�Ye best be watchin� yerself mate!� Laughingwind spoke up. �We pay respect ta our Elders an� don� goss�em any lip like��

�Peace Laughingwind,� Tyrrh said. Kral�tuk thought he caught a smirk at the corner of Gukkar�s mouth. �Our Elders are wise as they are old. There are many things they say which perhaps only the Earthspirits know, but even in the wildest tales a grain of truth may be laid.� Kral�tuk watched the interchange with mild amusement while trying not to look too entertained by it.

�Lory, more ramblings,� Gukkar said settling back against the rock.

�You are welcome to leave us at any time,� Tyrrh said kneeling in the dust and crumbling up something from a pouch at his waist to sprinkle in the wind. �Though once we are in the Kraul it will not be so easy to leave.�

�Mind who you�re talking to mate,� the rogue said fading from view as to state his point. In one swift motion the kneeling tauren sprung up and stomped the earth, shaking the ground which caused Gukkar to stumble out of the stealthed state he had slipped into.

�Perhaps it will not be so honorable then,� the bull said grabbing the orc to keep him from falling.

�Ah, I just don�t care for that is all,� Gukkar pleaded brushing Tyrrh off. �I�m good. Show me which backs to stab and I�m there. After all,� he winked, tossing up a bone dagger that had appeared almost magically in his hand, �sneaking around�s not really my speciality so much as gutting a bugger right where he�s not watching.� Tyrrh held out a hand and Gukkar handed the dagger back to him.

�Come, we still have a fair way to cross,� Tyrrh said putting his dagger back in place, �and the quillboar lands lie outside this vale.�

�Wha� aboot Artax, sweetmilk?� Laughingwind asked her lover.

�Artax knows where we go, and he can catch up to us easily,� Tyrrh said picking up their still absent companion�s pack.

�Was that necessary?� Kral�tuk hissed to Gukkar as he passed by.

�All in good fun mate,� the orc said back squeezing Kral�tuk�s ass, �all in good fun.�

They set out from the rocks. Had they traveled along the east side of the valley instead of the west they might have marveled at how another set of boulder formations mirrored the ones on this side in size and shape. Perhaps it was just myth, but given the exact layout and formation of the rocks a biologist studying the Valley might have come to the conclusion that something about them was very unusual indeed. Perhaps it was the fact that they looked more like petrified bone, or the teeth of a giant boar that would have shook the earth when it walked and crumbled mountains when it howled.
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