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Chapter List
- 1-Gravitation
- 2-Awakening
- 3-Revelations
- 4-Memories
- 5-Skirmish
- 6-Hunger
- 7-Voyage
- 8-Outland
- 9-Maiev
- 10-Hunting
- 11-Trial
- 12-Consummation
- 13-Destruction
- 14-Return
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Gravitation
By Arcadia-Sama
Summary- Never mind. You�ll see.
Disclaimer- Only Shayl is copyright me. I own nothing about
WarCraft.. though I do wish I
did own Arthas and Illidan. >3 Anyways! On with the story!

On with the story! And be
forewarned, detailed male nudity described in this here chapter. >XP Nothing
happens. You don�t like, don�t read.

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A week after Illidan had
broken his fever, a very loud shouting match suddenly
erupted in the dwelling. Two voices were raised, two very distinctive voices,
one male, the other female. And both owners of each voice were far too stubborn
to lower their voice. Of course, when the naga and Quel�Dorei heard the subject
of the yelling match, more then one eyebrow or eye ridge was raised in
amusement. Even Kael moved closer to the hut, lips twitching in amusement as he
listened to the pair inside the hut, shaking his head slightly.

"It *WILL* happen,
whether you say no or not!" came Shayl�s yell of sound.

"No, it won�t! I should
kill you for even suggesting such a thing, you impudent wench of a woman!"
roared Illidan.

What were they arguing
about? Well.. It started that morning. Like many
kaldorei who followed the druidic ways, Shayl rose with the sun. Of course, she
knew that the sunlight here had a foul, dark tinge to it, thanks to the clouds
which constantly hovered over Northrend, now blackened even more by the
corruption of the land which they had once sheltered.

Stepping outside, the
kaldorei lifted her hands upwards in a stretch of motion that had a few male
eyes passing over her figure. The male Quel'Dorei, racial hatred or not, could
admit that the kaldorei was passably attractive, for a night elf female. Shayl
never once had slandered them for their choice. Instead, there seemed to be an
infinite amount of compassion to this woman. While she didn't say anything,
they did suspect her of keeping such slander to herself. Either way, it still
didn't change the fact that they looked.

Heading towards the cook
fires, the kaldorei got herself a small helping of
food. After finishing it, and dealing with her daily interrogation by Kael, the
female headed back towards the tent. As she entered, the woman's nose wrinkled
at the rank smell that permeated the air, the smell of sickness as well as an
unwashed body. Now that she thought about it, she had
been here for two weeks before Illidan's fever had broken. And in all that
time, he had not been bathed once, Shayl having been too busy worrying about
him dying on her to think of such matters. Oh, yes, she had bathed his wound,
but that was about it.

Finally, having come to a
decision about it, the young kaldorei moved to the walls of the hut and started
to roll the furs up, allowing a crisp, cold breeze from the south to blow
through the tent, helping to clear out some of the sickness smell. Clad as she
was in the warm furs, Shayl didn't pay much mind to the temperature of the
wind. Indeed, it was a clean smelling wind, not carrying the horrid stench of
decay that she had come to associate with Northrend and the icy lands that were
under the control of the Scourge. Then, once she'd rolled up about four of the
furs, the druidess stood and dusted her hands off on her thighs. Her head
turned quickly, however, hearing a low groan from the prostrate man in the
center of the hut and then Shayl went to kneel beside Illidan, looking down at
him with those blind eyes as her lips would purse.

"You are awake, I
see," came Shayl's voice, gentle and soft to
Illidan's ears as he felt a cold, gentle breeze caressing over his features.

"Yes..
Tell me, girl. What are you up to?" came the rough baritone of Illidan's
voice as he reached up, grabbing her by the shoulder and yanking her down until
threads of dark emerald draped over his face, the tips and roots a brilliant
spring green in coloration. While she might not overly display herself as a
druid, the hair gave it away.

A sigh before the woman spoke
again, her voice quiet and even slightly annoyed. Professional healer she might
be, but her current patient was quite, in a word, infuriating. Even the most
patient of people would be hard-pressed to remain such with Illidan's caustic
attitude, cynical ways and sarcastic-filled words.

"I am airing out the
hut, my lord. It smells, quite frankly, of sweat and sickness. I cannot keep
working in such an environment. So, I am airing out the hut. And, while I am at
it, I am going to give you a bath."

Illidan went very still and
quiet before speaking, voice full of menacing suspicion as those dark
night-blue brows of his drew together above the blindfold he wore, his features
twisting into a scowl. "And how, exactly, do you plan to give me a
bath?"

A chuckle filled his ears
before Shayl spoke, voice brimming with quiet, gentle amusement. "Simple.
I will wipe you down."

And that was how the shouting
match started. Illidan, at first, after first slapping her quite harshly and
throwing her out of the hut, refused to let her touch him with soap and water.
Shayl, her cheek a swollen mass colored an ugly bluish-black, retaliated with
dire threats of gangrene and fever and him losing his life. Eventually, after
both Kael and Vashj had been summoned, the shouting match came to an end and
the healer and her patient waited for the Quel'Dorei and the naga to come to a
decision that would either say yes or no on their
leader getting a bath. The druid had been made to leave the tent, allowing her
to pace back and forth slowly. Her ears, so much keener then one would think,
thanks to her blindness, picked up the low voices. And then, finally, she heard
a growling snarl of acquiescence.

Shayl, biting back a smile,
would stand slowly before finding one of the Quel'Dorei and speaking to her.
After being assured that what she wanted would be provided, the woman returned
to the hut and finally started to lower the walls to ensure that there would be
privacy. A very dim lantern was kept in the hut for the sake of Vashj and Kael.
After all, Illidan had a very twisted form of site and Shayl had no use for
light at all. She did everything by touch and smells alone.

Looking up when the large container
of hot water was brought in, along with a rough cloth and a thick block of
soap, the druidess thanked the woman before turning to her charge. With Kael's
help, she hung the pot over a fire pit to ensure that the water would be kept
warm before shooing him. Hearing indignant mutterings from the Quel'Dorei
prince, the druidess would simply smile and shake her head before turning to
Illidan, studying him before kneeling. Finally, she dipped the cloth into the
water before lathering it up fully with the soap. Then, her hand would come up
to his face, stroking it along his cheek.

Silence reigned in the hut, a
thick silence that was stretching out further and further until it threatened
to snap. The cloth finally moved down and stroked over Illidan's chest,
removing the stench that had accumulated over the past several weeks on his
skin. The half-demon laid still and silent underneath Shayl's hand, and indeed,
he was so still that she thought he had fallen asleep. When he spoke, suddenly,
the girl jumped like a startled rabbit, her pulse fluttering wildly.

"Tell me, girl. What was
a young kaldorei druidess doing on her own in such a remote area, away from the
rest of the Kalimdor homeland?"

Shayl�s hand paused and she
looked down at him, her eyes, those unseeing pools of amber gold, the same gold
that his eyes had once been colored as, watering with tears. She didn�t know
how to answer at first and so, silence remained in the hut. But Illidan
remained silent and watching, staring up at this odd woman of a kaldorei
female. Finally, wetting her lips, Shayl began to speak in reply.

"I..
I came to live there.. because I was.. shunned, more or less, out of kaldorei society. I have been
alone there for several centuries, my lord. I'm not that young.. But, when I left kaldorei society, I was very young
indeed, no more then twenty-one or twenty-two. I had never been very openly
accepted, partially because of my eyes and partially because I was blind,
despite having such eyes. My mother died soon after giving birth to me and my
father rarely interacted with me. I grew up outside of society, never truly
part of it. And when it became obvious that I had druidic talents.. I was.. harassed.
So, finally, I simply left, more or less to save them the trouble of telling me
to leave. I wandered for many long years before finally reaching what is now my
home. And I have been there since then."

Illidan goggled silently at
her, even as he wondered at his own superbly good fortune. He knew, then and
there, that this girl, this powerful, bewitching young thing, would never
belong to his brother, must never allow herself to be influenced by Malfurion.
Not only was she completely ignorant of the hatred that most, if not almost
every kaldorei grew up with learning to feel about him, she had also been able
to begin healing him where his priests had not been able to. This girl was
truly a gift from Elune. He would have to woo her gently, carefully. Even if
she hadn't been brought up by his people, she would still have been warned about
him by his, and now hers, former people.

"I see..
They were fools to drive you out instead of embracing your talents. Have no
fear, girl. We are all rejected misfits here."

The bitterness in his voice
wasn't feigned and he felt a sympathetic touch to one firmly sculpted cheekbone
before the cloth that had been so still on his chest started to move again. It
took a while for Shayl to get all of Illidan's upper body for he was a big man,
having grown even larger and taller then he had originally been thanks to the
Skull of Gul'dan. Pausing long enough to press her fists to her back lightly,
Illidan watched as her spine arched before her hands came out from behind that
slender torso and went to the fur that draped over his lean hips. Lightly,
without another thought to modesty, it was flipped away. Illidan was briefly
shocked and then he jumped, quite noticeably, when he felt the warm, wet cloth
moving along his hips. Gritting his teeth as he heard a laugh, the large man
decided not to show any more of a reaction to this then that.

Shayl just continued to wash
him with the soapy cloth, her fingers exploring his body with butterfly
touches, simply to allow her to see where she was at. His skin was smooth and
near hairless, fine strands of hair covering his forearms and calves lightly.
Otherwise, the druidess found no hair on his powerfully muscled figure. Then,
as she drew the cloth along his hips, her fingertips encountered a fringe of
crisp hairs which she froze upon feeling, the girl's face growing hot. And,
when she started to move her hand away, Illidan spoke, voice full of a vicious
amusement.

"You are washing me,
aren't you? Then you should know that you're supposed"

Her back going rigid, the
girl pressed her lips together and then, gathering her courage, allowed the
cloth to drift over the nest of hair. His flaccid member was heavy in her hand,
even as she washed it, stroking the cloth lightly over the even heavier sac beneath.
Finally, having cleaned them, Shayl got her hands away as fast as she could,
feeling, if not hearing, Illidan's silent laughter. At last, after washing all
of his legs, and such long, powerful legs they were, the girl sat up, rubbing
her aching back and covered Illidan with a fur again. The last thing she did
was change the dressing on his wound, after using that odd technique of course.

Feeling quite satisfied about
the cursing that Illidan laved upon her head about her being clumsy-handed and
whatnot, the girl simply moved to the other side of the hut. There, she removed
her clothing and bathed, knowing that long hours had
passed while she had been at work bathing this man whom she was to, eventually,
call her master. Again, feeling as if she were being watched, despite Shayl
knowing that he couldn't, the druid got dressed quickly. At last, smoothing
down her tunic across her thighs, the female glanced towards Illidan's position
in the hut before cleaning out the supplies she had used, returning the pot and
soap to the one who'd loaned them to her. Then, returning to the hut, the woman
laid down, pulling a fur up and across her body, eyes closing.

She could still feel him in
her hands.. Firmly shutting that
train of thought off, the druidess lulled herself to sleep, a light sleep.
The sleep of the innocent, the children, the animals.
And all the while, she was being watched by a pair of smoky eyes, glowing gold
behind a cloth of black coloration, wrapped about Illidan's head.
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