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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirty-Six – Nahoan Suntouched, Age 20
A nightingale call sung through the treetops. It was the signal Nahoan was waiting for; he pulled back his bowstring and aimed his arrow at his target. The troll he had his sights on was a female, she too carried a bow but it was swung up on her shoulder. A large wolf walked at her side. Nahoan took a moment to congratulate himself on hiding his scent from the beast. However, he knew praise wouldn't be what he heard from Captain Brightwing after this exercise. As the others launched their arrows with deadly accuracy, Nahoan's shot hit his target as he had planned as well. In her right shoulder cutting the bowstring in half, rendering it useless, but not killing the troll like the others had. He closed his eyes and whispered a prayer as one of his other comrades finished her off. There was another birdcall, Nahoan shouldered his bow and slipped down from the tree he was perched in. Moving silently he fell in step alongside his five man squad. There was no talking as they moved like shadows through the forest. It gave Nahoan a chance to think of an excuse when the Captain ripped him a new one, as well as recollect on the time that had passed since he joined the Farstrider ranks.
Living with the Farstriders was a world of difference from his first months with the High Elves. Gone were the childish toys, the coddling …the nanny. His youth wasn't denied though, often called baby by the other rangers. His first days at Farstrider Retreat had been a fresh introduction to the world of the Elves. His superiors worried about him hurting himself had assigned him to Lor'themar Theron squad. Though Halduron Brightwing was the one he reported to now and days. His bracer had been attuned differently by a mage; he now had most of Eversong to roam freely. Crossing Elrendar River to the south would still get him a quick trip to Silvermoon fountain, so his squad was obliged to keep the forest trolls near Tor'Watha from straying too far from their huts. If the Farstriders had the capability they would eradicate the whole tribe. Tor'Watha was fortified and as long as they kept to their stronghold the powers-to-be didn't seem too much in a rush to finish off what the generations beforehand started. That was okay with Nahoan, he just didn't have it in him to kill.
If it was a beast meant to feed himself or his family he had no qualms. But to take a life of another just because they were the wrong race, just felt wrong to him. He credited his parents for that, the ones that raised him. He and his elfin father, Brix Suntouched got along better, when he was granted leave to return to Silvermoon. It had been a difficult transition for his sire, there had been moments where he'd slip back into his old ways but he would catch himself and apologize. Nahoan asked to be treated as an equal and last weekend enjoyed an afternoon with Master Suntouched in his winery. His room back at the estate had been rid of all the toys, except for the giant rocking horse at his request because that humored him to no end. It was now a comfortable, private sleeping area.
Private … that was a luxury he did not have as Farstrider. His squad worked, ate and slept together. They really slept together ... in an oversized bed, five bodies tangled in harmonious slumber. Two of the rangers were female, there were no sexual undertones directed toward him, but his ma would be fit to be tied. Well it was comfortable now; the first few days had been tough for him. He hadn't shared a bed with anyone since Foster had shielded him from thunderstorms as children. Halduron … Captain Brightwing refused to let him sleep on the floor nearby but had let him sleep on the edge of the bed the first few days. An honor usually reserved for the most experienced. Eventually he had to trade places and get moved further in the middle. Now he slept dead center, though most mornings didn't wake up there. Everyone traveled across the mattress as they slept. He'd wake up with his head on someone's chest and his legs on another's back. Then there was bathing, he still blushed like an idiot. The others loved to tease him restlessly.
The Retreat came into view and the squad relaxed. "Rangers Swiftwind, Helios, and Solanna dismissed, go hit the showers" Captain Brightwing said, "good job out there, Ranger Suntouched with me."
Following Halduron to the archery range, his commander gestured at one of the distant targets. "Empty your quiver into the mark," he said.
"Empty, sir, shouldn't I go get my practice arrows?" he asked with a frown. Like most Rangers he carried a dozen well-made arrows once they were fired into a target they were useless. He would have to acquire more.
"Is your hearing as bad as your shot?" Halduron asked coolly.
Slipping the bow and an arrow from his back in one fluid motion Nahoan fired. It hit dead center. Before it struck he had a second one out of his quiver, this one landed slightly up and to the left of the first. The third was above and to the right. The remaining arrows he placed in an arch below the first, ending up with a smiley face on the target.
"Farstriders are quick, expert and ruthless," Captain Brightwing said. "You, Ranger Suntouched, have the first one down, working on the second … and failing completely at the third point." Nahoan didn't bother to reply and waited as his superior continued. "The Shadowpine trolls have killed countless Quel'dorei. The scouts we picked off today wouldn't have hesitated to return the favor; we have been waging this war for generations."
"The Quel'dorei came into their lands, slaughtered their people, stole their ancestral lands … I think their anger towards us is justified." Nahoan replied.
"And humans did the same thing to the south, in the forest you cling to as your birthplace. That too was home to the forest trolls how many tribes do you see there now? All throughout history there are conquests! Fate and circumstances made Quel'Thalas the High Elves home and as a Farstrider you are sworn to protect that home. If your destiny had been to remain with your human family and they were attacked by bandits wouldn't you use deadly force to protect them?"
Thinking of his family hurt just as bad today as it did six months ago. It must have shown on his face, Halduron's stance softened. The chastisement was over. Reaching out the elder put his hand on the back of Nahoan's neck and leaned forward kissing him on his forehead. "Collect your arrows and let's go join the others at the showers."
Feeling his cheeks grow warm he mumbled something about having to buy new arrows first from the fletcher. Halduron laughed. "I'll tell Paelarin to drop some off in our room, get a move on it Ranger."
"Yes, sir," Nahoan said as he jogged over to the target and pulled out the arrows. He dropped them into a bucket where a skilled fletcher would salvage the arrowhead and any other parts that were still useable. Afterwards he headed toward the communal bathing area. He had grown to appreciate the elfin philosophy toward the naked body, but had yet to overcome the modesty he was taught as a child. He found Halduron sitting on one of the ornate benches lined outside, shirtless and working on his boots. There were piles of discarded armor around him, along with bows and quivers from the other three already in the showers. They were not the only Ranger squad at Farstrider Retreat; however each unit pretty much kept to themselves answering only to the Ranger-General. Halduron had recently been advance to the rank of Captain when Lor'themar Theron had been promoted out of their squadron. Most Farstrider units were three to five so theirs, being at six for a short time after his arrival, had made it a tad bit on the larger side for a month or so.
The others of his team had treated him fairly since day one, there was no adversity or resentment for his seemly replacement of their once leader. Though they did not coddle him, they were protective. He hadn't figured it out if it was because of youth in their eyes or if they would do the same to any new member.
He quickly stripped down; being naked in front of his Captain was of little concern, it was the females that awaited him that gave him the butterflies in his stomach. Following Halduron into the large outdoor bathing room, they found their squad under the showers in the back. Walking past the soaking pools they joined them. Nahoan enjoyed the warm water that cascaded down over him; the showers back home had been straight from the ground and chilly. Keeping his gaze on the wall in front of him, he startled to feel another set of hands in his hair. "Your hair feels like corn silk," Ranger Swiftwind said, one of the two females in their group. She used nearby shampoo and washed his hair for him. This wasn't the first time someone had washed his hair. It seemed like an elfin ritual, as he had seen the elves wash one another many times. So he didn't take offense to it as a form of childish treatment. He still couldn't help but blush at the thought of her standing so close to him, both of them naked. At her command he rinsed out his hair and she put conditioner in it. "My turn, while that rests," she said, offering him a bottle of scented shampoo. She turned around, and his blush deepened as his eyes traveled the length of her naked body.
Rangers Helios and Solanna snickered from where he was kneeling in front of her so she could reach the top of his head while she put soap into his long blond hair. Nahoan quickly worked Swiftwind's hair into a lather and then after she rinsed it off put some conditioner in it, working his fingers through her long blond locks. Afterwards he was allowed to retreat back under one of the showers to rinse his hair and cool his blush. There was a soft pat on his shoulder. "Tap," Halduron said.
This game he knew was for his benefit and he hated it. The rules were simple enough, the other team members would touch him somewhere on his body and say 'tap' he had ten seconds to tap them back in the same location on their own body. It was to get him comfortable with being uncovered in front of them. If after ten seconds he hadn't tapped them back, the person got another try and Nahoan noticed the pats got harder the longer he delayed. A shoulder touch was easy enough and he reached over and rapped his Captain on the shoulder. "Tap" he said.
Tender fingers touched the backside of his knee. "Tap," Solanna said.
Keeping his gaze averted he knelt down in front of her and reached behind her, returning the touch. He was sure she could feel the heat from his blush. "Tap," he replied.
As he stood fingers touched the middle of his back, "tap," Ranger Helios said.
Another easy touch for him to return, he reached behind the man and tapped him back. Then he received a firm swat on his ass, "tap," Solanna said, her eyes sparkling. Nahoan looked over at his Captain silently pleading. Halduron smiled and nodded. He had paused too long and another smack landed on his other cheek, "tap" Solanna said, trying hard not to laugh. Sighing he blocked the third blow and reached behind her swatting her lightly on the bottom.
"Tap," he said, "please enough."
The Captain nodded. "Better, she only had to tap you twice this time. First time I don't think you sat down for a week." He motioned for his crew to move toward the soaking pools. As Nahoan slid into the borderline boiling water, Solanna sat down behind him. Her bottom on the pavers and her legs draped over his shoulders, feet floating in the water. She took out a comb and started working it through his wet locks. "Did you really not use conditioner until you came to Silvermoon?" she asked.
"We just used lye soap my mother made to scrub off the dirt from the fields with," he said.
"Weird," she replied.
The chatter was friendly banter and he found himself relaxing in the warm water and caressing touches from Solanna. There was no belittling of his shot taken, his companions left that to their Captain, the mission was a success and that was good enough for now. Nahoan wondered how long that would last; he knew there would come a time they would expect him to kill for the sake of the Quel'dorei.
"Sister," Helios said, "you’re putting the baby asleep with your touches."
"Give him a few more years, Brother, and see what my touches do to him." Solanna replied.
Shaking himself from his daze Nahoan stood and stretched; climbing out of the pool he went to the stack of warm robes nearby and pulled one on. His hair had been twisted down his back in a single braid, leaving it to him to style later. The rest of the squadron followed his lead, cheating him of the moment alone he had hoped for. Their clothing and weapons outside the bathing house had already been collected, it would be washed, repaired if needed and returned to their room by tomorrow. Walking barefoot along a stone pathway they reached the common house and filed up the twisting ramp to their room. Once there it was a matter of changing into casual clothes and then heading down to the dining hall for a late dinner.
Nahoan hung back trying to give the others a lead, his delay wasn't noticed and they disappeared down the hall chatting. Afterward he walked out onto the small balcony and sat down on the chair out there. Sitting back so he could rest his feet on the railing he looked over the golden bracer on his wrist. For all the respect, responsibility, companionship the Quel'dorei gave him they still didn't trust him enough to remove the invisible shackle. He smirked and rightfully so, first he would make sure his brother was safe and then his family. Though, the thought of coming back someday wasn't the horrible idea it once was.
He heard the soft footfalls of someone returning to the room, the chair he sat on was out of sight of those within but he knew he was no way hidden from another Farstrider. Solanna peeked around the corner. "Captain Brightwing kindly requests your presence for dinner, Ranger Suntouched."
"Don't you mean order?" Nahoan said standing.
"Well my way sounds nicer," she replied hooking her arm around his as he stood. "What are you doing out there? Not smoking bloodthistle are you? Captain will have your hide."
"If I was," Nahoan said, "you would know it by the stink. I just wanted a few minutes to myself been a busy day. Sorry to pull you away from your supper."
"A few private moments with a young sex Quel'dorei is never a bad thing in my book," she replied coyly. "Promise to look me up in a century or two, okay?"
"Sounds like a date," Nahoan said as they walked into the dining hall.
"Date?" Helios said rising a slender eyebrow.
Nahoan sat down next to Halduron as he nodded. "Yes, Ranger Solanna asked me out on date."
"Cradle robber!" Swiftwind gasped with a grin.
The table broke into easy laughter that was interrupted when a harried elf ran up to the table and saluted at Halduron. "Sorry to interrupt your dinner," he said. "Ranger-General Windrunner requests that your squad be ready to move out as soon as possible. There is an urgent reconnaissance needed to the south."
"How far south?" Nahoan interrupted getting him a disapproving look from his commander. "Sorry," he mumbled.
"Deep in Blackened Woods," the elf said. "She'll be here shortly with more orders."
"All right," Halduron said, "Nahoan finish your dinner, you're grounded. The rest of you gather up what you can eat on the run. You," he said pointing to the elf that delivered the message. "Go to the armory tell them Brightwing squad needs their armors and weapons returned immediately, and make sure the quivers are full."
As everyone hurried off Nahoan was alone like he had been hoping for, and miserable for being so. "Be careful what you wish for," he said softly as he stared at the food cooling on his plate.
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