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Author�s
Note: Ye Gods a chapter 3!�
Slow writer is slow.� But it�s
good and meaty!� Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The sun set on Aykwani village that
night with an extra dinner guest at the fire in nearly every home.� The Orcs felt welcome and at ease with their
old friends the Tauren, but none felt so welcome and adored than Jyota of the
Darkspear tribe who sat with Inali and his young adoptive grandson.

Inali, despite the odd heavy
sadness in his heart, had prepared a feast as if the Warchief
himself were coming to dinner and left Enoki to chat with the Troll freely and
openly.� Enoki, as well he expected, had
been a storm cloud of questions and curiosity, and Jyota had done his best to
answer every rapid fire query he could.

Long after the food was gone,
soothing herbal tea with dessert had been served, and the candles had gone out
leaving the only light in the cabin the warm orange firelight, the two Trolls
lingered at the table, still talking as Jyota smoked a thick, rich smelling
tobacco from a long feathered pipe and Enoki greedily polished off the last of
the sweet seed cake.� Jyota�s panther,
which Enoki had learned was called Sharvari, lay
contentedly preening her midnight
black coat by the fire beside them having been more than well fed herself.

�So how long yeh
had her�?� Enoki asked quietly in the never ending string of inquiry.

�Mmm, oh
I dunno, since I jes startin� out realleh, had some
fussy pig dat ran off on a mission in Stranglethorn, den I found her as a little cub, mama
poached by some greedy goblin or sommat an� I jes knew�� We was meant tah be partners,� he
mused.

The Hunter leaned back in his chair
with nostalgia and crossed his legs, closing his eyes as he exhaled a perfect
ring of smoke.� Enoki gasped in awe and
reached out to let it float into his outstretched palm, much to Jyota�s
amusement.

�Don� yeh
all smoke pipes heah?�
I know dem Tauren be fond a�
it,� he asked.
�Uh, well yah dey
smoke, but it more a ritual ting, an� kids ain�
allowed tah do it,� the shaman replied with a pout.

�Ah, I see, an� a Tauren ain� an adult til latah den a Troll would be eh?�

Enoki crossed his arms over his
chest bitterly.

�I fifteen!� he puffed, �Mah folks die when I was five, but I know dat sixteen a man in our tribe!� I close enough!�

Jyota chortled, a deep, pleasant
rumbling sound in his broad chest, and patted Enoki�s russet head.

�Close enough indeed,� he said and
smoothly passed the pipe on to the teen.

Enoki stared at it as if he had
been passed a sack of glittering gems and gold from a dragon�s personal stash
and reached a timid hand out to take the stem.

�C-Can I REALLEH?�
he breathed in awe.

Jyota merely grinned puckishly and
urged the pipe into his hands.

Enoki took it and cradled it,
emerald green eyes alight with wonder before they closed and he took the
mouthpiece.� He inhaled overzealously,
held it a brief second, and his face twisted in an unholy expression of shock
that nearly sent the hunter keeling from his chair in laughter.� The duped youngster finally gathered the will
to exhale with a flurry of hot grey smoke and doubled over as he hacked and
coughed.� Jyota�s laughter lasted even
longer than his coughing fit, and once he was able he sat bolt upright
furiously.

�Well yeh
coulda mentioned it SUCKS!� De hell anyone wanna
do dat tah demselves?� he snarled in outrage.

Jyota snorted loudly through his
long nose and managed to get back up as he wiped a tear from the corner of his
twinkling golden eye.

�HAH!� Yeh didn� have tah suck it in like smellin� a bed a�daisies mon!� he cackled.

Enoki�s cheeks flushed brilliant
crimson beneath the cool teal and his ears drooped low to hunker in
embarrassment.

�W-Well yeh
don� gotta make fun�� he indignantly murmured, �I dunno what I be doin�!�

A gentle hand found his shoulder
and the humiliated youth looked back up into the Hunter�s wise and playful
gaze.

�Enoki, kid, dat
jes� de way we are!�
Don� tell me yeh ain�
de first person tah point an� laugh when some doofus end up face first in de mud?�

The mere mental image was enough to
coil the young Shaman�s lips viciously over his tusks with glee.

�Hehe, dat be true,� he agreed, �Grandda
always gettin� on meh fah laughin� when I shouldn�a.�

�Dat
cause he a Tauren mon!� Tauren ain� got no
senses a� humor at all, all babblin� on �bout de Earthmotha an� peace an� de spirits an� de Earth an� all dat,� Jyota drawled, drawing heavily on his pipe.� Smoke slithered from under his nostrils as he
spoke again, �You be a Troll!� Born�a centuries�a battle an� war, learnin� day by day how tah
survive, an� crushin� enemies an� laughin�
when dey fell.�
Yeh
ain� nothin� like a Tauren,
yah people ain� nothin�
like �em.�
Yeh outta place heah an� I sure you felt it all yah li-Ah!� Not tah�� Yanno, say dat it ain� a good ting yah got
saved or nottin�!�

Jyota hastily dismissed his
borderline offensiveness with a frantic waving of his hands.� Enoki merely smirked and tossed his hair.

�Naw naw!� Don� say dat, I
know yeh right, I nevah fit
in heah.� I
grew up loved an� taken care of, but treated like dey
would one�a dey own
calves,� he explained ruefully.� Regret
and longing laced his voice to think what it would have been like to have been
adopted by his own kind.

�Ah, makes sense, don� know how tah raise a Troll whelp right.� Heh, but you don�
seem no worse fah de wear, jes�
mebbe a bit awkward,� Jyota replied.

�I ain� fah sure, Grandda love me like
his own, teach me de ways a� Shamanism like a true mastah
an� nevah ask nothin� in
return�� But,� Enoki began, wrinkling his
nose as he thought of how to express his thoughts.

�But it ain�
whatcha want.�

The teen�s eyes snapped open wide
and his head jerked up to find himself suddenly face to face and staring
straight into the intense, golden gaze of the other with his breath robbed from
his chest and heat rising in his cheeks.�
The firelight flickered in impassioned scarlet over the Hunter�s
handsome, angular countenance framed in wild violet hair and illuminated his
intoxicating grin.� For the first time
his rugged scent of leather, pipe smoke and wild fields drifted through Enoki�s
nose and ran like a cool, seductive touch down his spine.� He shivered visibly and dared to lean the
slightest bit closer.

�I-I�� Enoki stammered at length.

�I can see it in yeh,� Jyota continued before the boy could refute him,
leaning down closer still until their tusks were barely touching, �De heart an�
fire of a warrior, a fightah, a Troll of de Darkspear
tribe!� Dere ain� no healah in dis soul, you meant fah sometin� else entirely, sometin�
much more, you were meant tah fight.� Shaman wouldn� be
worth nothin� if dey
weren�t de fiercest of warriors on de battlefield, even Warchief
Thrall �imself be a Shaman!�

The words spoken in deep, robust
baritone were hot, wonderful poison in his veins and Enoki found himself with a
dopey, enraptured grin plastered to his face but not caring in the slightest.

�I��
Nevah t�ought dat way,� he breathed in awe.

He could almost hear the war drums
he had only heard stories of, smell the sulfur and blood of the battlefield and
feel the weight of a weapon in his hands.�
The centuries of bloodshed within him that lay a dormant ember were
suddenly stirred to life in the presence of the enigmatic, stunning
stranger.� Not only did he stoke those
fires of adventure and glory in his heart, with them he brought forth an
entirely new feeling that made his blood rush and his heart pound.� Unknown, nameless desire was welling up
inside of him and seeking an unknown release.�
It writhed and begged, but remained unquenched even as Jyota�s rough,
three-fingered hand cupped his chin gently.

�Cause yeh
didn� know no oddah way
existed mon.� It so obvious, like an itch you can�t
scratch, I can see it all ovah you,� he whispered.

He cocked his head to the side
coyly as he imagined the young Shaman in the heat of battle with his red hair
flying, muscles taut under teal skin shining with sweat and blood, and
crackling with deadly thunder and flames.�
It was an altogether pleasing thought, and coupled with Enoki�s flushed
and parted lips mere inches from his it was becoming more and more difficult to
resist the growing urge to kiss him.�
Charming, handsome, and adorable as the young thing was, however, the
fact still remained he was utterly innocent, far younger than he, and they were
sitting around his Grandfather�s dinner table.�
Troll or not, Jyota was never one to usurp the authority of a parent
over their child and take advantage of generosity unheeded.

Not in their own home at least.

�But I don� know anytin� �bout fightin�,� Enoki
finally admitted sheepishly, �I know how tah control
de elements, but I can�t fight.� An� I
don� got nowhere tah go tah
learn, dis village be all I evah
known!�

A sudden bolt of inspiration born
of such a simple remark struck him, and Jyota�s ears pricked up with interest
and an unholy smirk of glee spread across his lips.� Enoki�s heart skipped a beat at the mere
sight.

�Well dere
be ways tah fix dat,
kiddo,� the Hunter cackled with a purr as he slipped his fingers elegantly away
from the younger Troll�s chin and traced them along the curve of his tusks.

Had Enoki not immediately flushed
and nearly swooned, he might have been able to conjure a more charming response
than the garbled, �huh?� that he managed to croak.

�Heh,
well you got a military trained Troll sittin� right heah beside yah mon!� Jyota
elaborated with a gallant gesture, �And we gonna stay
heah a few days tah rest up
before we get goin� back tah
Thundahbluff tah be
reassigned, I tink dat be
enough time tah teach you de basics!�

Realization spread over Enoki�s
face with the radiant illumination of dawn breaking over the horizon and his
eyes shone brighter than the sun as he looked over to Jyota in worship.

�Y-You serious?� You�d realleh teach
me?� he whispered.

�A�course mon!� Jyota
crooned with a crooked, mock salute, �It be mah duty
as an honorable Darkspear tah show you de ways of our
people an� train you fah battle like yah papa woulda!�

Effervescent euphoria rose quickly
within the red-headed Shaman and he made not even the slightest attempt to
contain it.� It exploded throughout every
fiber of his being as a noisy whoop of delight with a fist punched firmly to
the sky.� Afterward, he leapt to his feet
and eagerly clutched at Jyota�s shoulder, eyes meeting his once again.

�Dis be incredible!� I
can�t t�ank you enough Jyota!� We gonna start
first ting tomorrow?�

Jyota pursed his lips amusedly over
his gold and silver banded tusks and nodded.

�At first light mon, be outside dis hut
ready an� rarin� tah
go.� I expect you tah
be in top form too, so you best get some rest eh?� he replied.

Enoki nodded as well, but his grip
on the hunter�s shoulder only tightened.�
He supposed it was an indirect suggestion for them both to get to bed,
but he could hardly sleep with Jyota�s face in his head, his heart pounding so
fast and his stomach fluttering so violently.

�I��
Dunno if I can wait dat
long,� he finally told him with a pointed, shy smile.

It was clear what the other was
craving, at least to the experienced Hunter, but Jyota hesitated.

�Heh, I
know yeh be eager kiddo, but I gonna
run you ragged fah sure, if you tired you ain� gonna be no good tah me,� he countered to fend him off.� Not without regret however.� The Shaman really was entirely too cute for
his own good, Jyota thought.

�I know dat,�
Enoki answered quickly, his thin veil of confidence already shattered.

He paused and ducked his head to
hide the light red spreading over his cheeks.

�I jes�� D-Don� wanna
stop talkin� tah you jes� yet��

Jyota dared not admit to himself he
was surprised but he fell silent and stunned nevertheless.� It was abundantly obvious, at least to him,
the young Shaman was suffering from infatuation.� The problem was, he
couldn�t say he didn�t feel the same way.�
The violet haired Troll found himself leaning in close to Enoki again,
half-lidded and smiling softly as he felt the other�s warm, nervous breath over
his lips.

�Yanno�� I kinda feel de
same way,� Jyota whispered.

His hand swooped gracefully to cup
Enoki�s cheek, his eyes closed, his lips parted, but the sound of a door
opening and hooves on the earthen floor shattered the moment before it was
consummated.� Enoki jerked back in
terror, cheeks scarlet with mortified flame, and shrunk in the towering shadow
of his drowsy grandfather standing in the doorway.� The old bull only squinted at the scene,
momentarily confused and Jyota casually cleared his throat and stood as if he
had already been on his way to bed, cool and collected as ever.

�Enoki, I went to bed ages ago,
what are you still doing up?� Inali grunted as calmly as he could manage.

Enoki spluttered nonsense for an
explanation and gestured wildly about with his hands.� Convinced utterly his grandfather had seen
him about to knowingly and desirously kiss someone, and another male at that,
his mind and tongue had become violently severed from one another.� Luckily for him Inali was still half asleep,
and Jyota was in composed, slick control of his facilities.

With a snap of his fingers Sharvari was up, on her feet and by his side as he
sauntered over to the Tauren and laid a hand on his shoulder.

�Ah, please tah
be forgivin� ol� Jyota mon, I tend tah
be a windbag an� prattle on� fah hours if I get de
chance!� he cut in, allowing Enoki to quickly scuttle away to clear the table
and compose himself.

Inali raised a thick, furred brow and
a bovine ear flicked curiously.

�Oooh�?�
came the bleary half-yawn.

�A�course!� Enoki got so many questions an� I jes got tah talkin�
we totally forgot de time!� But I be off
now, t�anks again fah de
food an� de room!� Jyota continued, piped an airy whistle through his teeth at
his cat, and just as quickly as the moment was broken, vanished into the back
reaches of the cabin and into the guest room.

Inali was left watching his
decidedly guilty looking grandson tidy up, cheeks still as red as his hair over
his teal skin and usually nimble hands unsure and clumsy as he stacked dishes
and carried them off.� The Tauren closed
his eyes and sighed.� He could barely get
Enoki to focus for an afternoon.� There
was something more to the seemingly simple story offered by his hospitable and
honored guest and Inali knew instinctively what it was.� Even if it made him feel suddenly old and
useless, he supposed that was the pain a true parent went through when they saw
their beloved child suddenly not needing them any longer.

�I uh�� Enoki�s timid voice finally
broke his stupor and he looked down into the ashamed emerald eyes turned
pitifully up at him, �I sorreh�� Grandda, I didn� mean tah wake yeh up, or stay up so late!�
I-I jes�-!�

Inali shook his great head and
wrapped a loving arm around the Troll�s broad shoulders to lead him back to his
room.

�It�s alright Enoki.� I understand, it�s new and exciting for you,
and you�re connecting back to your roots.�
Anyone would have trouble ending that to go to sleep. Why, you can sleep
anytime, right?� he said with a throaty chuckle.

Enoki�s ears pricked back up from
being flattened to his skull and he snickered as well, even as Inali trailed
off into coughing.

�Yeh!� Dat true!� An� sleepin� borin� anyway!� he
agreed, �Mon, he so smart, an� he been everywhere an� seen everytin�!� Dragons an� Elf cities an� volcanoes an�- Yeesh I could still be askin� �im stuff!�

�I�m sure, but you still need your
rest, we still have to keep up with our training, guest or no,� Inali reminded
him and ushered him toward his room.

The red-haired Troll stopped with a
hand on the door as Jyota�s words suddenly echoed against his
grandfather�s.� As much as he wanted to
be a great Shaman, to be disciplined and learn the ways of the spirits to walk
the path of his ancestors, somehow, he felt then like he was reciting words he
had read from a book and not from his heart.

�O-Oh yeh,
alrigh�� Uh,
first ting, yeh�� Night, Grandda��

Inali opened his door for him and
Enoki shuffled in obediently and headed straight for his bed.

As the door closed and he
undressed, Inali lingered with a longing hand on the knob.� It seemed like it had been only the previous
year he had carried the trembling little whelp home, given him a home and hope
again, and too soon he was fully grown, with a mind of his own and an awakening
wildness he knew could not stay tamed for long.

The bull turned and walked back to
his own room, but not without one last mournful glance over his shoulder toward
Enoki�s door.� The chilling, foreboding
wind stirred through the village and his old bones once more and as he finally
gathered the will to go back to bed, he knew in his heart the morning sun would
bring change, whether he was prepared or not.
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