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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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Sen'krii awoke to a loud screech. Quickly jumping to his feet, he stared at the wide eyed girl in his bed. She was clutching at her arm that looked as though it was bleeding again. When his eyes met hers, she looked him with fear and scooted further back on the bed. Her back pressed to the wall, and her body curled in on itself.
'She looks petrified of me,' Sen thought. The thought itself stun a bit and he was surprised by that. Then he realized just how bad he must look. He hadn't changed or washed the blood off from last night. He hadn't wanted to leave her side. She had lost so much blood and her breathing had been so shallow that he had feared she would quit breathing all together.
He noticed that her eyes seemed focused on one thing, his blood stained tusk. She knew it had been his tusk that had hurt her. Once again, Sen felt something he couldn't explain. He almost felt ashamed or guilty at what he had done though it had been an accident. 'Sure. That may have been an accident, but you were planning on hurting her anyways,' a cold voice in his head reminded him.
With one last quick glance at the girl, he turned his guilt filled face and slipped out the door. He had no idea how he was going to face her again. The thought that a scared Night Elf made him feel guilty and nervous did nothing but upset him further.
Once outside, he told Kreeva that Taylin was up and then he disappeared into the jungle. Tanga followed quickly after her master's heels.
Kreeva glanced at her brother before hurrying to the girl's side. When she saw the terrified elf, she quickly switched into her mothering mode. Carefully, she approached the shaking girl and sat next to her on the bed and slowly reached out to take her injured arm.
"Shush, it be alright, mon. Ol' Kreeva not gonna hurt ya. Just need ta see dose bandages. Look like mebbe ya opened a stitch," she cooed as softly as she could, trying to comfort and reassure the girl at the same time.
Extremely slowly and nervously, Taylin held out her injured arm. The older troll had a calming effect on her and Taylin knew she was safe with her.
Softly placing her hands on over the injury, Kreeva slowed the bleeding down and unwound the bloody bandages. Thankfully, no stitches had been ripped, just tugged a bit too harshly. With her powers, Kreeva mended the small rip and started to wrap fresh bandages around the arm.
Taylin winced at the slight sting from the bandages. She knew she would never get used to them and hoped she would heal quickly so she wouldn't have to endure them any longer.
Once she was finished, Kreeva turned her attention to the elf. "Why ya look so scared? My brudda hurt ya?"
Slightly confused, Taylin replied with a yes. "Of course he hurt me. He's the one that did this," she said while gesturing towards her bandaged arm. "He gouged me with his tusks. But I think the worst were those empty cold eyes of his... I'll never forget that look. I didn't know anyone could look so devoid of emotion," she said as she hugged herself.
Tilting her saddened eyes down toward her lap, Kreeva cringed inwardly at what the girl had said. "Sen's been fightin' fo' da Horde since he be a whelp. When ya see as much war an' death as dat, ya gotta go cold. Oderwise it eat ya up inside. It be instinct ta go empty while fightin'. Dun hold dat 'gainst 'im. I know he didna' want ta hurt ya. Dat why he stay by ya all night. He worried." Kreeva kept her head down, worried she had said too much. Sen wouldn't appreciate his emotions being so openly spoken about.
Taylin blinked at Kreeva, her words sinking in. 'He stayed all night? No wonder he was still covered in blood. But those cold eyes,' she shuddered. 'It was my fault. He was being careful with me, but I was thrashing about like a child and his tusk. Come to think of it....'
"Kreeva, what exactly was that broth you gave me last night?" Taylin asked as her mind raced over last night's events.
"It was a mind...," she paused trying to think of the right common word. "I dunno da word. It make ya brain drunk, best I can tink. It hep people 'member tings, but it also make ya fuzzy in da head. Can describe it no bedda den dat in common," Kreeva finished with a bit of frustration at not being able to fully answer. The herbs had a way of emptying the mind, which ended headaches, but it also lowered inhibitions much like alcohol. The drug sometimes allowed forgotten memories or repressed thoughts to the forefront, allowing the drinker to remember.
"Can those herbs also affect emotions?" Taylin asked curiously. "Sometimes, but rarely," responded Kreeva.
"No wonder I was so quick to anger!" Taylin exclaimed. "I was acting like an insolent child. Even now I want to blame Sen'krii when it was my own fault." She was still scared of those cold eyes of his, but she had to apologize to him. She should never have attacked him and she needed to make sure he didn't blame himself for what had happened.
At her admittance of blame, Kreeva jerked her head up to stare at the elf. It wasn't every day you heard a Night Elf take responsibility, but for one to take blame off a troll was unheard of to her. She still couldn't believe what she had heard, and what the elf said next about made her fall off the bed.
"Can you help me get dressed? I want to go find Sen'krii and apologize to him." Taylin asked softly but with resolve. She wasn't going to disgrace herself by letting the person who had saved her life take blame for something that wasn't entirely his fault. Besides, he had saved her life and she wasn't even sure if she had thanked him for that. Now he had stayed with her when her life was in danger, and she had repaid him by screaming and moving away from him.
Carefully, Kreeva helped Taylin into her freshly washed clothes. Taylin had thanked Kreeva over and over again for saving her life by healing and bandaging her arm, as well as for her hospitality. Kreeva only nodded and waved her hand dismissively, "No worries, mon," was all she had said.
Smiling at the turn of events, Kreeva gathered up the slightly bloodied furs and old bandages and headed to the beach to clean them. 'Mebbe there's hope yet,' she thought as she grinned inwardly.
After snacking on some fruit that Kreeva had left for her, Taylin slowly made her way out the hut, intending to look for Sen'krii. A few yards from the hut, Taylin nearly collapsed as her legs started to give out. 'I really must of lost a lot of blood last night to still be this weak,' she thought as she made her way to the log Sen had sat against.
She let her mind replay the previous night's events as she looked over the smoldering fire. She couldn't believe how childishly she had acted. Again, images of his cold eyes came unbidden to her mind. What Kreeva had said made sense, but they still sent chills down her spine, not to mention it hurt her in a way she was unfamiliar with. For him to think of her as an enemy made something inside her tighten with sadness as absurd as that sounds. 'Of course he thinks of me as an enemy you idiot. I'm a member of the Alliance and he's of the Horde. Nothing can change that. But Kreeva doesn't see me as an enemy,' that last thought made her feel hopeful, but for what she had no clue.
From his hiding spot a top a nearby tree, Sen watched the play of emotions slide across Taylin's face. First panic, then fear and sadness, ending on hope. He was positive he was the cause of the first three and cringed. He also figured that she was hoping he would stay away from her when she realized he wasn't around. He couldn't blame her after what he had done and after seeing the fear in her eyes this morning. Fear that he had caused. No idea how to face her and not wanting to see that fear again, Sen atop the tree and continued to watch.
Stretching and absolutely hating how weak she was feeling, Taylin closed her eyes. The warmth from the late morning sun seeping into her muscles. Her sensitive ears could pick up the faint birdsongs in the trees, the crash of the waves along the shore, and even the occasional critter running along the underbrush. It was so peaceful here. Even the wild yet fresh scent of the jungle put her at ease. 'I could really get used to a place like this,' she thought. She lightly thumped her forehead. 'No you can't. You've got to remember who you are and where you're from. You've probably got family and friends that are worried sick about you and are probably trying to find you right now and you're sunbathing,' she scolded herself.
Sen'krii kept an eye on Taylin until it looked as though she had fallen asleep. 'She's probably still weak and tired from last night,' he figured, and with that he silently climbed down the tree and headed to the shoreline.
Slipping out of his blood caked clothes, Sen dropped them on the shore and waded into the water. Once he was waist deep, he started to scrub at the dried blood coating his skin. Seeing that much of Taylin's blood made him cringe. The thought that she may have been near death made him nauseous.
'Why should I care if she lives or dies? I've killed hundreds of Alliance and dozens of Night Elves specifically. Why does one little defenseless female make me feel afraid?' His thoughts froze on that last word, 'That's exactly how she makes me feel, afraid.' He felt afraid of harm coming to her, of other Horde members finding her, and especially afraid of the thought of her dying. This girl made him feel genuine fear, something he hadn't felt in years. Sure, when he went into battle he felt some fear, but his pride in the Horde and his skills had buried the fear to the point he didn't even notice. With this girl, he had no experience, no skills to handle her, no backup for support, and there was no easy kill to end the fear. He was completely at a loss.
While his mind had drifted, Sen had finished cleaning himself, including scrubbing the offending blood off his tusk. He now sat waist deep in the crystal blue water scrubbing his filthy clothes. He grimaced once again as the water became tinged with pink from Taylin's blood. He continued methodically cleaning his crafted garments and even slipped his skulled talisman over his head and carefully cleaned the skull and beads. Once satisfied, he replaced the necklace around his neck, mindful of catching it on either his braids or his tusks. He then noticed a dark shape in the water heading towards him and picking up speed. When it reached the shallows, Sen saw the sharp teeth glinting in the refracted sunlight and realized all the blood in the water had attracted a frenzytooth.
Just before Sen'krii could turn to retrieve his dagger still on the dry shore, a black bolt shot out of the jungle and headed straight for the toothy fish. After a loud splash and a faint hiss, Sen couldn't help but chuckle at a drenched Tanga who was dragging the large fish to shore. Gathering his dagger from the beach, Sen quickly cut a large fillet from the fish, much to the annoyance of the dripping cat. "Oh dun worry dere girl, ya can have da rest, but dis be fo' suppah," he reassured the cat who was now happily ripping away at the carcass.
After wrapping the filet in some banana leaves and stowing it in his pack, Sen returned to the water to retrieve his clothes. Satisfied they were clean, he stretched them over a group of sun drenched rocks to dry. Leaning back against a larger stone, Sen'krii settled himself in the sand and allowed the sun to dry his damp skin while his fingers worked at the braids in his hair. Once they were undone and his mohawk was laying flat along his back, he began working out the snarls.
That's exactly how Taylin found him moments later, completely naked on the beach and wincing with each tangle his fingers found. She had awoken from her nap to the loud splashing coming from the not too distant shore. She had scolded herself for falling asleep and then had carefully and slowly made her way to investigate. Now she stood wide eyed and mouth agape at the sight before her.
Taylin couldn't take her eyes off his body. He was just so lean and well muscled. She couldn't help the bright crimson blush that stained her cheeks as she continued to stare. She probably would of kept staring if Tanga hadn't decided to let out a loud mew, getting her master's attention.
When Sen turned towards the cat, he nearly jumped when he saw Taylin standing there staring at him. He blushed as well when he realized just why she was blushing. Steeling his jaw, he quickly rolled to his feet and pulled on his loincloth and pants before tossing her a completely fake grin and returning to his seat on the sand. Idly he went back to fighting with his tousled hair, almost ignoring the elf. Inwardly he was scolding himself for not noticing her earlier and allowing her to get that close while he was vulnerable.
Snapping her jaw shut and tamping down her embarrassment, Taylin finally got up her nerve to say something. "I've been looking for you," at this, the troll raised an eyebrow towards her. "I wanted to say I was sorry for how I acted last night and to let you know it wasn't your fault for what happened to me."
Slightly shocked, Sen'krii turned to look at the blushing elf. Did he just hear her right? 'She came to apologize? She doesn't hate or fear me?' Confused he continued to silently stare at the girl.
"I also wanted to properly thank you for saving me on the beach and for staying with me last night. I have a feeling that if it weren't for you, I would be dead twice over by now. So thank you," Taylin finished with a weak but genuine smile towards the silent troll.
It was Sen's turn to stare with his mouth wide before finally clenching it shut and composing himself. All he could manage out was a, "Ya welcome mon," before he let out a yelp. His fingers had found an exceptionally bad knot.
Sighing, Taylin walked to the troll and settled herself on the rock behind him. She quickly gathered up his coarse hair and began working her smaller fingers deftly through the snarls. When she got closer to his scalp, she lightly tugged on his hair. Getting the hint, Sen'krii scooted further back and leaned his head back, resting it on her folded legs.
Sen'krii couldn't believe just how relaxing and comforting her hands felt as they slid through his hair, and when she ran her nails over his scalp he almost shivered. He was suddenly very thankful he had pulled on his pants or the two of them would of had a completely new reason to blush. As it was he had to shift to keep the offending arousal hidden from her gaze.
Taylin was both pleased and surprised as he completely relaxed beneath her fingers. She had secretly wanted to feel his beautiful rich red hair. It looked so coarse and yet so soft and shiny she just wanted to run her fingers through it. The deep hue was so incredible and it felt like the silkiest horse's mane she had ever felt. She was amazed at how naturally his hair seemed to want to frame up to a mohawk. Nimbly she recreated several of the tiny braids that she remembered as Sen handed her the beads that had been in them. Grinning to herself, Taylin quickly picked up a nearby beautiful white seashell and using the rock she sat on, ground down a small hole in the center of it. Before he could protest, she expertly wove the shell into a braid that ran along his scalp at the base of his mohawk. The white shell contrasted highly with his deep red hair and she couldn't help but smile.
Reaching up, Sen'krii ran his fingers through his mohawk, surprised at how easily his fingers slipped through it. He was also surprised at how well Taylin had braided his beads into his hair. They felt almost identical as to how they were before, then his hand felt the new braid running parallel with the base of his mohawk. His hand stilled on the shell as he fingered it gently. He turned his gaze sharply towards the elf, who had a soft content smile across her features. He knew she had no idea the significance of what she had done. In his culture, females often wove beads or other items into their mate's hair as a way of marking what was theirs. The fact that Taylin had done this and even seemed pleased about it had an odd affect on Sen'krii. Though he knew she had no idea, he felt oddly proud of what she had done. He was even happy to a certain extent.
Suddenly, Sen went still beneath her fingers and Taylin thought he might be upset at what she had done. He jumped up and spun around staring coldly at her, his jaw clenched so tightly, the tendons were strained. She shivered under his gaze, 'How could one braid get this kind of reaction out of him?' she wondered fearfully.
Seeing the fear cross her face made him feel even more ashamed and yet made him grow colder. He stared hard at the girl and in a cold empty voice said, "Ya need ta get yo mem'ries back so ya can get out o' 'ere. Ya dun belong 'ere girly. I dun wan' no mo' Alliance in mah family's home."
Taylin cringed, the way he had said 'Alliance' had sounded as though he had said a dirty word and the flat coldness in his voice was such a complete turnaround from his usual energetic self. "No more?" the way he had said that seemed to imply that there had been others...
Narrowing his eyes Sen'krii replied, "Kreeva's mate was a human. He died an' left 'er alone with a whelp. He was weak, an' dat weakness carried to mah nephew. Eran'ji looked like a troll but was weak like his fatha, he didna' have da regeneration like da trolls. Cause o' dat, da fevah took him. He woulda been da best hunta, but cause of 'is 'uman blood, he died."
A tear fell down Taylin's cheek as she saw the pain behind the coldness in Sen's eyes. She understood now why Kreeva never looked at her like an enemy and why she was so kind to her. Kreeva had loved a human and had even mated and had a child with him. The tears started to flow freely as she watched Sen'krii gather his stuff and leave her there on the beach. The only thing she could make out through the thick haze of her tears was the brilliant white seashell against his blood red mohawk as he disappeared into the jungle.
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