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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
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. x3 Anyways! On with the
story!
Suggested BGM
� "Animal I Have Become � Three Days Grace

�...I'll show him my true power!" - Illidan

Author Notes
- Oh, one other thing. Words like this are in Darnassian and words like this
are in the language of Sindassi. The language of the
Quel'Dorei. And then stuff like � this � is memories. We
all clear? Good. :3

Now, on with the show!
Illidan- (munching on popcorn) About time. (snort)
Oh, shut up, you.

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It was a rude shove of motion that awoke
Shayl as she found herself tumbling quite close to the fire pit within the
center of the hut. Groaning from confusion and the violent awakening motion
from her slumber, the druid slowly sat upright, shaking her green-crowned head
back and forth in slow shakes of motion before a wide yawn caused her mouth to
open greatly, showing off those bright white teeth of hers. Within that cage of
ivories, a dark purple tongue curled and her silent, mute observer watched the
curling with more then a little interest.

From the furs, Illidan sank back weakly,
glaring in the woman's general direction. Feelings churned like a maelstrom
within the hybrid man, feelings of self-loathing and anger and a deep, sudden
hunger that would drive him somewhat insane before they would be sated at last.
Ignoring the growling sounds that came from Shayl, the hybrid just sank into
memories of events that had occurred not very long ago at all. His hand
twitched as he laid there, breathing heavily as he did so.

If Illidan was still possessed of eyes,
instead of the gold-colored smoke that now filled the empty sockets they would
have been shut tightly as he wondered how things had come to such a scene. The
scene he'd woken up to. Swallowing deeply as he turned his head away, Illidan
closed his mouth from its open, silent snarl and allowed his mind to drift back
to moments that occurred only a short while ago...

- .. It was pain that had Illidan's
hand lifting to cup his aching skull, hand resting just above the bases of his
horns. Oh, by the moon goddess, his head ached abysmally! The pain was much
worse then any he truly remembered in a long time, comparable to the wound that
still lay open beneath the bandages that roamed across his chest. Oh, true, the
druidess that Kael had brought to him was healing his wounds, not that Illidan
could really distinguish if they were healing or not from the pain. She was...
worthless. Utterly, entirely worthless; she couldn't just heal him once and
have vanished. No, she was an incompetent, useless little druidic bitch.

He began to move then, his arms twitching
before Illidan noticed, at last, that there was a weight upon his left side.
Slowly, with an irritated snarl, he turned his head... and
stopped short, as if someone had just cold-cocked him.

There, lying peacefully as if she were in
her own bed, snuggled intimately up against him was Shayl. The open trust and
innocence on those finely boned features of hers was what stunned him at first,
the knowledge that she was pressed so intimately against him without fear
coming in moments later. Her ribs expanded and fell in slow, steady breaths,
causing her breasts to press against his side quite firmly in a cycle of
motion. One slender arm had been thrown across his chest, laid carefully over
the wound and even then, it couldn't quite completely wrap around him. Her head
was pillowed on the man's shoulder and the greatest bafflement above all else
was the simple smile on the woman's features. There was something that was
dangerously beguiling about the smile, or so her impromptu bed partner thought.

�Yet, Illidan couldn't help but stare, the
gold-colored smoke that served as his eyes glowing brightly from shock. How
long he did gawk quietly down at her face, Illidan didn't know, frozen still by
surprise and wonderment at this occurrence. The remade man who was no longer
pure kaldorei, for once, wasn't sure of what to do. How was it that this
stripling of a girl could so easily rest at his side, unafraid of him? His
right hand lifted and gently, he drew his index finger along her jaw line,
staring hard at the girl. Shayl's face was refined in his eyes, thanks to the
lack of markings. This allowed her skin to gleam without distraction, the
smooth unblemished surface aesthetically pleasing in his mind's eye.

His gaze took in her whole face at first
before idly stroking over it. Her cheekbones were high, even for an elf, giving
her face a naturally slim look that became her. Her nose was slender in size
and quite straight, cut in a commanding line. A strong, firm jaw line spoke of
the girl's stubborn nature, leading into a tapering chin that was just the
slightest bit wide. Yet, he found that was quite good as well. Slender enough
to be attractive in elfish terms, yet broad enough to ensure that when she
tucked her chin in, she took whatever came her way in stride.

Somehow, Illidan found that he somewhat
enjoyed having this girl pressed so close to him. He wasn't sure if that was a
result from her being a young, fresh thing or if it was something else. But he
had come to notice that her body was soft and pliant, warm and giving. And the
more he focused on her, the more he focused on how she was pressed against him.
Her arm across his chest was enjoyable..

But her legs..

It was the way she was holding her legs
that was truly driving him mad. Her left leg was thrown between his, the
slender thigh twitching occasionally in a manner that was quite pleasant to the
feeling. Slowly, his right hand lifted and he placed it against her cheek,
thumb stroking along her cheekbone.

Then, idly, one fingertip slowly came to
touch the outline of her mouth, stroking gently along her lower lip. That
expressive mouth, with the slender upper lip and the plumper lower one, giving
the girl quite an open expression that he had gained the displeasure of seeing
twist about more then once. Idly, the pad of his index finger gently swept
along her bottom lip, stroking its softness, marveling at the warmth there.

Unintentionally, his head dipped forward
slightly, nostrils flaring wide as he breathed in the rich earth scent of
freshness that surrounded the woman, her warm breath scented with the
mint-water she used every morning to freshen it. His breath mingled with hers
and it was only seconds later that he realized how close to her he was. With a
venom-filled oath, he nearly threw her away from him, watching as she tumbled
towards the fire pit in the hut.. -

Shayl finished brushing her hair, one of
the few morning rituals that she completed without fail. She finally glanced in
Illidan's direction, those blind amber pools glimmering with a liquid golden
sheen, head tilting to the side. How was it that the massive, horned figure of
a man was able to so distract her at times? Idly, her fingers wove deftly
through the thick strands of emerald coloring, forming a braid that hung
against her back. Using a flexible circle of string, she bound the end and
sighed deeply�

And roars went up through the camp,
shouting from blood elf throats as the screeching hisses of the naga had both
their heads jerking about. Beneath both sounds was a deeper, more guttural
sound that had ice water slithering through Shayl�s veins, a sound that was
gruesomely human and yet not all at once. Then, the feeling of a foul, utter corruption
hit her, a corruption so powerfully tainted, she gasped. Even as the malignant
feelings washed over her, the druid recognized the sensation, the same
impression that was lingering over Illidan�s wound a signature of a darkness
that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Shayl, with no regard to her own safety,
thinking only of the man who was defenseless (or so she thought) dashed out of
the hut. Her hands snapped up to her hair, removing several small spheres from
the mass of green. The kaldorei woman was a druid, after all; it only made
sense to see her keeping seeds in those long locks of emerald. Hearing a cry of
pained rage from nearby, the druid threw the seeds, feeling them split open
suddenly as they landed on the figure struggling with the priest, whip-like
tendrils wrapping about the ghoul. Quickly, the thing was immobilized and the
priest sent the undead being to the here-after with a quick blow from his
staff, along with a useful holy spell. Offering a grateful word to the kaldorei
for she was neither able to see his nod nor his smile, he ran to help his
brethren.

Shayl sighed and then smiled, her hands
lifting to her hair again, feeling for more of the seeds. She was honestly
surprised that they had remained for so long, but the small orbs were woven
deftly like seed pearls through the thick green locks. Then, hearing one of
those twisting, grotesque snarls behind her, the druid whirled. But not fast
enough. Something leapt upon her and a shriek escaped the druid, Shayl finding
her seven foot plus form so very easily pinned to the ground. Then, a different
kind of sound erupted through the air, the sound of a person full of an
infuriated rage.

"Get off of her!"

Powerful, clawed hands grabbed the ghoul
who looked surprised before massive arms flung it through the air into a group
of blood elf spell breakers. With wild cries, the triad of males fell with
insane vengeful glee upon the undead being. Shayl herself was surprised to find
she was being grabbed and hoisted easily into the air by the same person who'd
saved her life. It was the smell that gave the presence away and she opened her
mouth, at first with the intent to thank her savior. But then that selfsame
person began to shake her; not gently at that. As that happened, Illidan railed
at her.

"What the
hell do you think you were doing, leaping out of the tent like that?!
You are not trained in the ways of a warrior! You don't know how to fight these
things! You are too valuable and useful to me to simply do something so foolhardy as that! I cannot risk losing you! You are the
only person- the only healer- who has actually been able to aid me! That
mea-"

And then he crumpled.

There was no other word for it. One
moment, he was holding onto Shayl, shaking her as he found that he was
trembling slightly, infuriated at how the girl had thrown herself into the path
of danger with no regard to herself and filled with self-loathing as he
realized that this simple, innocent druid was starting to become important to
him other then being simply his healer. The next, he simply swayed before
crumpling on the spot. The kaldorei woman was dragged down with him, finding
that he was pinning her down by being sprawled across her lap.

"Illidan?!
Illidan! Are you alright?"

Stupid question, her mind screamed at her.
Of course he's not alright! He's wounded and hurt.. and he just saved your life.

Shayl's voice betrayed a worry that had
Illidan wondering if she knew what she sounded like; a woman worried about her
lover. That thought had his blood boil and he planted one hand and then the
other on the ground, encasing her body between his arms and lifted his head to
snarl at her, lips already peeling back in a rather feral manner from his
teeth, baring the large canines that gleamed in his mouth-

Then one wing snapped out, back-lashing a
ghoul that had tried to leap upon them. Gathering the foolish druid up into one
arm, he dug his other one into the ground before bellowing words of power,
spikes of earth suddenly erupting from the ground as he used the nexus of
powers about him from all the priests and mages about himself as he had done
long ago in the last war he'd been in. The ghouls screamed, as did the few
abominations that had come with them, the shambling masses of horrific flesh
stitched together bursting at the seams with black ichor,
each and every bloated piece of their body held on through thick lines of black
thread. The action in the camp froze for a moment before the naga and blood
elves all leapt onto the writhing undead, obliterating them from the face of
the camp.

Turning, Illidan gave a contemptuous snort
of air before he returned to the tent that he occupied and simply collapsed
onto a fur, hearing Kael rush in moments later, followed by the
"lovely" lady Vashj. He did recognize her, if only barely. Two of her
four arms were crossed beneath her chest and the other two held onto her bow,
the feline-slanted eyes of gold she held within her now reptilian features
narrowed sharply. The pair of lieutenants watched as Shayl worked on repairing
the damage that Illidan had just wrought upon himself, the healer berating her
patient as she did so.

"What were you thinking, jumping
around like that?! I could have handled things, without you being so foolish as
to get out of bed and make your condition worse! Now I have to worry about your
wound being worse then it already is!"

Even as the harsh words escaped the
kaldorei woman, her hands were gentle upon Illidan's chest, carefully removing
the bandages there as she shook her head more then once, muttering to herself
about male foolishness, wondering why he had even bothered with leaping out of
bed to save her. Oh, sure, he had ranted at her briefly earlier, but Shayl
couldn't help but feel that there was more to it then that. Then, Illidan's
hand caught her wrist and he yanked her across his chest, growling at her as he
did so, speaking between slightly clenched teeth.

"Foolish
woman! You are, as I said earlier, far too
valuable for you to risk your life in such a manner! If and when we are
attacked again, you are to stay here in the hut and remain out of sight! If you
are lost, then I am as well. You alone have the power to heal me. That in
itself makes you extremely valuable to me. I will not argue over this and about
it with you, woman!" His lips curled into a slight teasing smirk.
"Foolish woman.. You simply just can't leave well
enough alone, can you?"

Shayl's lips worked once and then twice
before she simply nodded harshly, gritting her teeth before yanking herself upright,
pulling away from his chest. Finishing her mission of checking the bandages,
the woman pulled herself free of his presence and turned, leaving the hut.
Behind her, Kael and Vashj exchanged glances. Both of them had heard the
malicious affection in Illidan's words when he had called Shayl a 'foolish
woman' the second time around. It couldn't have been that their master was
growing fond of the kaldorei. All in the camp knew of Illidan's contempt for
his former people and knew of their loathing for him. But Shayl was...
different; that much had been obvious from the start. She had never once turned
on their master, save for when he frustrated her. But even then, she acted like
a woman being annoyed instead of with a racial hatred that had been taught to her
from when she could walk. Kael and Vashj looked at each other again, their
thoughts connecting briefly through the glance. At last, Shayl's mute
sputtering came to an end, the girl likely having been biting her tongue to
keep the invectives that she likely would have more then happily used to flay
Illidan with stopping, and the druid spoke.

"Well, since you don't need me, I
shall go aid the priests then in healing the wounded!"

Drawing herself up to her feet, the druid
whirled and stomped out of the hut, her stance full of bristling anger. Illidan
watched her go, gaze briefly dipping to her hips, admiring them as he did so.
He would only just grudgingly admit that she had an attractive body. Shayl's
personality, however, left something to be greatly desired. Illidan had to
admit, however, that it was great fun to rile the woman up, to watch her
features twist into a stubborn, scowling pout. It was during those times that
he greatly enjoyed watching her brilliant, passionate nature come into play and
her sharp mind whip up ridiculously funny retorts to his insults. At last,
however, he turned his attention to Kael and Vashj and gestured impatiently for
them to speak their minds. Kael, after exchanging another glance with Vashj,
stepped forward.

"Master.. We
cannot stay here for much longer. We are running a greater and greater risk of
being discovered by the Lich King. True, we move as often as possible with you
being in your condition, but we need to leave these lands for good if we are to
shake the undead off of our trail for now."

Vashj moved forward as well, her arms all
crossed over her torso now, the upper pair causing her buxom bosom to be
pressed upwards in a rather attractive manner- if a fish-snake could ever be
considered attractive. She spoke as well, her watery voice low and purring in a
slow and thoughtful manner, her feline-slanted eyes peering at the familiar
figure of the man before herself. Oh, yes, Vashj did remember this being as a
rather impetuous young sorceror who'd been graced by
the queen's approval. Her words, however, were quite different then what her
thoughts were.

"The young prince has a point, Master
Illidan. If our people continue to dally here, we are more likely then not
going to end up being wiped out. We must leave and we must leave soon."

Illidan was silent, his mind churning
before he propped himself up on his elbow, staring through the wrinkled
blindfold of black cloth he wore, the twin wisps of gold-colored smoke
increasing in size and intensity as the half-breed stared at both of his
minions now, thin lips pressing together as he finally started to speak, harsh
voice rising through the air. Even as the words spilled out, the sorceror was pulling his bandaged and aching figure upright
into a sitting position, aware that clean pants were close by. One large hand
reached out, clasping hold of the pants, taking them closer.

"Then we shall leave. Start gathering
everyone in the camp up and inform them that we are taking our leave of this
place at last." A grim smile. "But leave me
the pleasure of informing my healer and ensuring that she cooperates with
us."

Vashj and Kael exchanged looks and then
nodded, looking up when Illidan hoisted himself upright and then quickly
vanished through the flap of the hut, the lieutenants following suit moments
later, both splitting up to go speak with their various factions. But when a
shrill, indignant shriek split the air, more then one head turned and sudden,
amused smiles split the faces of both naga and blood elves as they witnessed
Shayl, yelling her pretty head off, thumping her fists against Illidan's back
as he weaved almost drunkenly back towards his hut, a sardonic smirk on the sorcerer's
lips.

Oh boy.
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