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The Joys of Diplomacy	By : JayByrd0 Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5959 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Azran's reminiscing ceased as the current situation became more critical. The incident in Duskwallow had transpired a year ago. Gharni was now a permanent fixture in their bed. The trio had been on too many missions to count and their successes had led them to their current situation, trying to forge an alliance with the Blood Elves.
Standing before a massive pile of broken trees strewn across the entrance to Quel'Thalas. They had scouted the entire vicinity from the Temple at Zul'Mashar to Quel'Lithien Lodge. At the first they found only unfriendly Forest Trolls who had attacked them on site. At the second they found a small enclave of High Elves, possibly one of the last on Azeroth. Azran's skills with the Thalassian tongue had helped them enough that they were simply told they were not welcome. Despite his best efforts, none of the High Elves would give him any further directions on getting into Quel'Thalas. Though they tried not to show it the elves appeared to be unwell. Looking upon this monstrous pile of dead wood, Azran suspected that their unwillingness to help was partially a result of not being able themselves to enter their own homeland.
"I'm afraid that Xlandria is right," stated Azran. "This is insurmountable and any further travel at this point would only serve to force us to camp in a less safe area. I didn't see any signs that the road leading up to these gates is being used. The trolls and elves seem to regard this as a neutral border and the Scourge are nowhere in sight."
"Well then, I'm going to see if I can find us some decent supper." With that the Orc put her fingers to her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. From out of some nearby bushes a large black worg appeared, running towards the Orc. It stopped in front of her, then rolled on its back and made a mewling sound. Gharni knelt down and rubbed its belly. "Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy!? You're a good boy Frekaz! Yes you are, yes you are!" said the Hunter. She then stood and addressed her companions. "I'm tired of the dried meat in our packs. I'm getting something fresh."
Azran chuckled at this. "Just remember, 'fresh' can be a relative term in the Plaguelands. The meat in our pack is was more recently fresh and alive than some of the meat walking around out there. Just make sure it isn't diseased." Then, as an afterthought, he added, "and I'm not eating grub meat."
"Picky, picky," Gharni replied before heading off with Frekaz in tow.
As Azran and Xlandria assembled their tent (larger now that it was meant to sleep three) the couple reminisced. "Azran, do you realize that as of tonight, it will have been one year since Gharni became our lover?"
"Really? How the time flies," said the Warlock, nonchalance dripping from his voice.
His minion stopped her work and stared at him, her left eyebrow raised. After several moments Azran finally noticed that Xlandria had stopped moving. He looked up at her to see her incredulous expression.
"What?" said Azran, with a 'who, me?' expression on his face.
"How can you be so clueless?" chided Xlandria. "Gharni expects you to at least take note of the occasion and, if you know what is best for yourself, you should also say or do something to celebrate ... and I'm not just talking about doing it twice."
"And you know this how?" asked Azran.
"Duh! I'm a woman. Women like their men to make big deals of anniversaries, even if they say they don't. They like to be fussed over and, most importantly, they like to know that their men don't take them for granted."
"What about gifts?" asked Azran.
"Gifts?"
"A present that commemorates an occasion," he explained.
"That would be nice, but I doubt you'll be lucky enough to find anything out here in the next hour or so before the sun fades, and I doubt that she'll fail to notice if you spend the night running back to Light's Hope Chapel to buy something at the last minute. Not that they would have anything there." Xlandria laughed, then added, "If you leave right now though, you might be able to borrow a bat from Georgia and fly to the Undercity. I'm sure she'd lend you an extra fast bat, she was giving you bedroom eyes you when we landed."
Azran recalled the bat handler they'd met with at the Lights Hope Chapel. After summoning up the image from his memory, he was now the one with an incredulous look. "Now I know you're teasing me. She was wearing those pink goggles the whole time we were there. No bedroom eyes to be seen."
"She thinks her eyes can't be seen when she's wearing her goggles so she takes the opportunity to ogle her customers. They only hide her eyes from the visible spectrum though. They're totally transparent to the colors just below red. What I guess you could call the heat spectrum."
"I wasn't aware you could see that ... or that anyone could see heat for that matter."
"It's one of the ways Succubae perceive arousal."
Azran nodded filing the information away. "Well, whether the local flight master wishes to bed me or not, running back to the Undercity to fetch a present for one of my lovers seems like rather a lot of work when I could just give her this instead." As he said this he drew a small, black, velvet box from his robes. He opened the box and showed the contents to the Succubus.
Xlandria gasped and put both of her hands over her mouth as she stared, wide eyed. Inside the box was a ring formed of three strands of silver braded together. A large, deep-purple amethyst was set into the ring.
"Oh, Azran. Any woman would be thrilled to receive such a gift, particularly from a man of your character," said Xlandria with a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "She will love this gift."
"It's more than just a gift. By Orcish customs, it's a promise, much the same as human tradition."
"You mean..." began Xlandria, unable to complete her words.
"There probably isn't either a Shaman of the Earth Mother or a Priest of the Forgotten Shadow who would perform the ceremony for us, at least not one in good standing, but according to the tenants of both faiths, if we are one in our hearts then it is as good as any ceremony. Both faiths view marriage as a sacrament we grant to each other, not granted to us by a presiding religious."
"I hope you do have some kind of ceremony, even if only between us. I'd love to see it," said Xlandria, her eyes getting misty.
"Here I am getting dinner for all of us and you two don't even have the tent up, much less a fire going!" exclaimed the returning Orc, dragging a pair of dead bats behind her. A third bat was carried in the mouth of her worg.
Gharni's sudden return surprised both Azran and Xlandria. Luckily Xlandria's wings blocked most of her view of Azran. He quickly closed up the little box and tucked it back into his robes. Xlandria wiped the forming tears from her eyes before turning to face Gharni.
"It's my fault," she lied. "I've been distracting Azran again."
"Well let's get to it. I've got an appetite for some Crispy Bat Wing." With this Gharni lay her kills on the ground and began laying out stones for a fire pit.
Azran and Xlandria completed the tent, though Xlandria kept her eyes downcast, not trusting her emotions not to get the better of her again. The tent was soon up and Azran went to begin the job of cleaning the bats to be cooked. Xlandria went inside the tent and busied herself with the bedding the trio shared.
Xlandria came back out about the time Azran began to cook the bat meat over the fire. She sat down opposite from her companions, next to Gharni's worg Frekaz which was enjoying the heat of the fire and slobbering at the sight of the sizzling bat meat. She stared off into the growing darkness, distracted by her thoughts. Now that the meat was cooking Azran set about skinning the remnants of the bats in silence, considering again what words he should use to propose, words he had gone over and changed more times than he could count.
"Is something wrong?" asked Gharni, perceiving an odd mood in her companions.
"No, everything is fine," replied Xlandria.
Gharni looked at Xlandria. "I don't believe that for a second. Everything in your voice and your demeanor says something is off."
Azran, realizing that Gharni wouldn't let up when she knew she was right decided now would be as good a time as any. "I'll let you in on the big secret, on one condition."
Gharni, who had thought she would have to grill the two of them for the rest of the evening, looked at Azran with more than a little surprise. "All right," said the Orc. "What's the condition?"
"Strip," said Azran immediately.
Gharni stared at him blankly for a moment. "I'm sorry?"
"You heard what I said. Take off everything, right out here in the open. That's the condition."
Gharni's need to know what was going on between her companions struggled with her innate modesty for a few moments.
"Xlandria will strip as well," Azran added.
Knowing that she would at least have company in her nudity, despite the fact that Xlandria didn't share in her sense of modesty, Gharni decided the momentary embarrassment would be worth it.
"Deal," said Gharni. She quickly stood and began to rapidly strip off her armor before she lost her nerve and changed her mind.
"I didn't agree to that," interrupted Xlandria.
"But you'll do it because I ask you to, won't you?" said Azran.
"You know I will master," replied his minion as she demurely slid out of her corset and underwear.
Gharni was nude only a moment after the much more lightly clad Succubus had taken off her last item of covering. She stood before her Warlock companion and stared down at him as Xlandria moved next to her and put her arm around Gharni's shoulders. "Now will you tell me what is going on?"
Azran stood before his Orcish lover looking her in the eyes for a moment. In one smooth movement he drew the box from his robes and knelt before his nude lovers. He opened the box revealing the braided silver band with its deep purple jewel. "Gharni, will you accept this ring as the symbol of my eternal love and devotion? Will you allow me to pledge my soul to you?"
Gharni's annoyance melted into stunned surprise in an instant. She clasped her hand over her mouth and tears began to stream down her face. Xlandria held onto her tightly as she swayed with the emotional impact.
"Will you marry me Gharni?" Azran finished.
Gharni nodded rapidly, unable to find her voice at first. "Yes! Yes Azran! Yes, I'll marry you!" she finally cried out.
Azran plucked the ring from the box and took a hold of Gharni's left hand. He gently slipped the band onto her ring finger, kissing her finger tips playfully as he did so. "With this ring I claim you as my bride and offer unto you all that I have, and all that I am."
"And I accept all that you offer and offer you all that I am," replied Gharni.
"I'm so happy for the both of you," said Xlandria, her voice not revealing the sorrow in her heart.
Still kneeling, he wrapped his arms around Gharni's waist, pulling her to himself, and planted several kisses around her belly button causing Gharni to giggle at the tickling sensation.
"Is this why you wanted me nude? So you would be defenseless to your tickling tongue?" asked Gharni.
"No, that's just a pleasant benefit," he replied. "I wanted you nude so Xlandria wouldn't feel out of place."
"I was pretty sure you asked her to undress my sake," said Gharni.
"No, I said that she would strip as well. Nothing about making you feel less exposed." He then looked over to Xlandria. "I needed YOU to be nude for the gift I'm about to offer you."
Reaching into his robes again, he drew a slightly larger box of the same black velvet material. Opening it he revealed two smaller, solid, silver rings with the same design of purple amethyst stone set in them, only proportionately smaller than the one in Gharni's ring.
Suddenly it was Gharni who had to put her arms around Xlandria as the Succubus went wide eyed and began to lose her balance. Despite her usually cool demeanor, Xlandria began to breathe rapidly.
Gharni looked at the rings and back at Xlandria. "I don't understand. Why are you so unsettled by a pair of earrings? Is this a good thing or bad thing?"
"They aren't earrings," explained Xlandria, once she had caught her breath. "They're nipple rings."
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