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Beneath thy Wings	By : gothkoneko Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beneath thy Wings

Chapter five

            “What can old Vol’jin do for you War chief?” The Troll leader asked, stepping into Thrall’s private quarters.

            “Lok’tar friend.” Thrall greeted with a smile, gesturing for him to come sit with him among the furs. Vol’jin sat down gratefully though perplexed as to why Thrall had called him late in evening. “Seems our ‘son,” he said lightly, “Has gone against my direct order again.”

            The Troll leader nodded wisely. “He’s in that stage again is he?” He sighed. “Northrend must have frozen his memories.”

            “Indeed.” Thrall agreed. “I would have let it slip however, I did not detect him at all neither did Eitrigg.” A smirk grew on the War chiefs face. “He startled Eitrigg pretty good. Though why he gave away his position is beyond me.”

            Vol’jin leaned forward slightly amused. “Guilt must have gotten to him.”He mused. “Otherwise I know he would have stayed put. But this proves his skills as a rogue have grown quite significantly.”

            Thrall nodded agreeing with the Troll. Clearing his throat he stood up addressing the original reason as to why he called the troll here. “Now this brings me to the reason why I called you here.”

            “Kaijin needs a reminder of the rules hmmm?”

            Thrall nodded. “Yes he does.” He turned towards the door, opening the one side. “Kaijin!” He yelled. “In my chambers now!”

            The War chief left the door open, returning to his seat among the scattered leather pelts and waited with Vol’jin. The human meekly entered the room, his eyes slightly downcast, shutting the door behind him with a gently thud. He stood in front of his two ‘fathers’, bowing his head slightly.

            “You wished to see me War chief?” He asked formally already well knowing what was in store for him.

            Thrall and Vol’jin sat there stoic, their faces showing no emotion. “You know why I called you here.” Thrall replied.

            Kaijin nodded sullenly, looking like a scolded child.

            “Den say what you’ve done boy!” Vol’jin snapped suddenly. “And look us in da eye when we be speaking to ya!”

            The humans face felt warm and flushed, his eyes snapping to look at the both of them. “I, Kaijin, broke one of the fundamental rules,” He said loud but formally. “That if the War chief was ever incognito that I was not permitted to follow under any circumstances.”

            “Why do we have this rule Kaijin?” Thrall asked, reminding the youth of his place.

            “I could compromise a delicate situation if I were detected.” He said from memory. “That and the privacy of such situations are absolute.”

            Thrall nodded. “In which case why did you deem is necessary to follow myself and Eitrigg?”

            Kaijin stood there silently for a moment. “Curiosity?” He replied feebly.

            The War chief sighed at the human’s response. In a way it was in his nature to be curious however, rules are placed not because he enjoyed them but for his safety as well as the safety of himself and those that he meets under secrecy.

            “Since you have broken the rules, the punishment will commence.” Thrall looked Kaijin in the eyes. “And the punishment will be the same as it was before you left.”

            Kaijin gaped at Thrall as if the War chief was mad. “But that was when I was a whelp!” He cried out in disdain. “You can’t possible mean to keep that as a form of punishment?”

            Thrall grinned. “From where you stand now, you are still a whelp.” There was not insult behind his statement. “Pants off now!”

            The human sighed. His hands reaching down to his belt buckle, slowly he unclasped the metal binding, slipping the belt out of his pants and dropping it to the floor with a heavy thud. He began to undo the leather bindings of his pants while kicking his boots off so he could shimmy out of them easily. His face burned as his pants dropped to the floor, standing there in his dark leather jerkin.

            He slowly walked over to the two Horde leaders, kneeling down and laying across Thrall’s lap. “I hardly see why we must do ‘this’ punishment.” He muttered under his breath.

            A swift stinging pain flared up on his right cheek, enticing a small barely audible whimper from the human. “Twenty spankings,” Thrall growled. “Ten from me and ten from Vol’jin. No back talk is allowed.”

            Kaijin bit his lip to keep himself quiet as the War chief slapped his ass with a heavy hand on the other cheek so that both of them were stinging and quite red. Thrall didn’t relent on the impact of his spankings, making sure each one was just as heavy as the last one.

The human’s eyes were shut tight, trying his best no to make a single whimpering noise. The humiliation reverberated his entire being. It was a very effective reminder that he couldn’t do what he pleased, for he was just a mere member of the Horde as well as everyone else. However, this punishment was the one he hated with a passion even now as a man, it was utterly humiliating.

Kaijin sighed mentally as the tenth slap from Thrall was issued. There was a brief pause as he felt the War chief lightly running his fingers over the abused flesh making Kaijin shiver from the sheer sensitivity of the mere touch.

“Off to Vol’jin.” Thrall ordered.

Kaijin crawled on shaky hands and knees to the Troll, settling himself across his lap, his butt laying bare for him. He lightly hissed as he felt the Troll’s cool hand lay on top of his ever stinging and burning cheeks. He felt him kneading the flesh lightly between his hands.

            “I’m always so amazed how red his skin gets.” Vol’jin chuckled, not letting up the kneading.

            Thrall gave a light chuckle, clearing his throat to regain his stoic figure.

            The human yelped as Vol’jin’s hand came down on his bruised ass hard and fast. The rhythm between the two was very different. While Thrall decided to be hard and fast, the Troll was taking his time however; his slaps were hard and quite stingy where he landed them.

The human was a whimpering mess by the time Vol’jin finished off his ten slaps. All he could do was lay there his ass practically vibrating from the pain from the whelps. There was no doubt he was going to be sore for a few days however, the lesson was leaned, don’t break the rules or you get your ass handed to you.

The human hissed feeling a cold compressed was laid on his butt, it was both torturous but welcoming at the same time. He felt the Troll’s hand in his hair, gently caressing the ink black dreads. He sighed to the touch, his eyes feeling heavy as he drifted off in the company of his two ‘fathers’.

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            A loud, bellowing horn jolted Kaijin out of his slumber. Out of instinct he was already fastening his pants and re-buckling his belt before he even realized that Thrall was doing the same. Thrall opened the doors with a loud, echoing bang as he rushed down the corridors; Kaijin was right on his heels bewildered to what was happening.

            Smoke. Big plumes of smoke were to be seen across the city of Orgrimmar. Children were crying and screaming, citizens trapped in their own homes were crying out for help. By the ancestors what was going on?

            Kaijin lost Thrall in the wave of frenzied citizens as they rushed by. He heard a scream of terror near his right and saw a smoking, fiery building and through the flames he could see a family trapped. Lifting his mask over his face, he dashed off towards the building. He picked up a nearby discarded battleaxe that was lying in a heap of scrap metal, possibly being prep to be melted down.

            The flames heat licked at his flesh making him break out into a sweat already, standing in front of the house. “Move to the far right side!” He yelled, hoping the family could hear him. Through the fiery veil he saw the shadowed figured started to shuffle towards to right side as we requested.

            He went to the left side of the building where the flames were not so intense and he hefted the battle axe high in the air and brought it down with a mighty heave. The wood splintered and shattered as the bladed edge cut through the wood. He hacked away at the wooden wall like a madman, until a small passage way was formed. He kicked the weakened wood inwards making it bigger, he ducked into the building.

            “Let’s go!” He shouted, reaching out to take one of the small Orc children in his arms while the mother and an elderly Orc climber out of the freshly made exited. The building became to creak as Kaijin swiftly slide out of the room, holding the crying child close. No a moment later did the building cave in, groaning loudly as its wooden frames cracked and clatter to the earth.

            The Orc mother took her child, hugging him close to her chest while uttering hysterical gratitude. He gave her a reassuring smile – though completely unseen by her because of his mask. “Seek shelter in Grommash Hold.” He instructed kindly but hurryingly.

He watched the small family hurry down the road before he sprinted off into the smoky haze of the city. It was just endless chaos, building burning, people screaming and running around frantically to put out the fires and salvage whatever they could.

Most of the night was rescuing trapped people and trying to calm the blaze. The shaman’s finally managed to call upon the rain as it dampened the city in torrents. Kaijin welcomed the fresh, cold rain soaking his clothes soothing his burnt flesh lightly.

Making sure there were no more trapped people or even a single smoldering ember as he journeyed back to Grommash Hold. He did not spot Thrall among the huge crowds of people as he entered the great hall. He spotted a few healers, healing minor burns and binding broken bones from those unfortunate to get trapped under burning buildings.

            A Taruen druid made his way to Kaijin, a kind smile on his muzzle. “Are you injured at all young man?” He asked softly.

            “Just a few burns and cuts that will heal on their own time, druid. There are many that need your assistance more than me.” He replied honestly.

            The Taruen druid gently took the humans arm, directing him to a not so crowded area. “They are being attended too do not worry.” He smiled kindly, gesturing for him to sit on the fur skins. “Please show me your wounds.”

            Kaijin shook his head in defeat, peeling away his drenched jerkin off to reveal the many burns he had received while rescuing people, they were minor ones and a few angry looking ones. He felt the druid soothe some ointment on the minor ones on his back and arms; it felt refreshing in a way as the burning sensation was slowly disappearing. Now he could feel the druids healing powers gently embrace him like a warm blanket on a chilly night. He felt the major wounds ease and fade.

            The human gave a nod of thanks to the druid. “Is there anything I can help with around here?” He asked.

            The druid hummed thinking. “We could use some more medical supplies.” He said suddenly. “We’ve been running low on linen bandages and ointment.”

            Kaijin gave him a salute and headed off into the sullen, wet city. It was better than being idle he reckoned.

*******

            Kaijin didn’t get any sleep. He had busied himself with helping out bandaging the wounded and relocating the movable survivors into tents down in the Valley of Strength. The panic and fatigue were very evident on the civilian’s faces. They were confused as to why the elements would cause them harm. It was indeed a nightmare.

            More to his astonishment, even more survivors had come hailing from Grom’Gol outpost in Stranglethorn and Booty Bay. From what he had gathered a tsunami had violently hit the coast that same night the fires had broken out here in Orgrimmar. It seemed the very elements were in a chaotic state but no one seemed to know why…

            The rest of the day more and more survivors poured in. A daze expression on their face telling everyone what had happened. Earthquakes, floods, droughts … Now not only were homes destroyed the prospect of going hungry was becoming more of a reality. Kaijin’s premonition was coming true. The end of the world was indeed imminent.

            He worked the rest of the day in a hazy daze. Back flashes of his dreams were coming back to haunt him. He finally allowed himself some rest when the sun was hidden way behind the rocky terrain. Kaijin sat heavily down on the earth, a wrapped bundle of cheese and bread lying on his lap. He rested against the rock wall gazing up at the clear, darkening sky.

            He had always wondered where his destiny lied within the Horde. He worked hard to contribute whatever he could towards it yet he felt like he was accomplishing nothing. Thrall would say that he was just being too hard on himself and that his destiny would appear to him when ready. However, his dreams, these predictions were all he had in his time of reflecting. If only he knew a way to stop it from coming true like he did in Northrend that could be called a destiny, a purpose?

            Destiny was always funny when it came to his own. He was washed up on enemy shores, taken in by a kind, blind Troll and practically raised by the leaders of the Horde – mainly Thrall and Vol’jin. It was –is—a tough road to prove his worth not only to himself but to everyone else. But what was his role in the grand scheme of things?

            Kaijin sighed taking a swig of the ale from his canteen. He really needed to stop over thinking things. He was here, he would provide the Horde with his services and that was it.

*****

            “You can’t be serious?!” Yelled Kaijin .his voicing echoing through Thrall’s chambers. “You are not seriously leaving that, that buffoon in charge?!”

            Thrall didn’t look please one bit. From the previous night’s activities to today’s meetings the War chief was more than worn out. He rubbed his temples, “That buffoon is a war hero Kaijin.” He said matter of factly. “Plus I don’t remember having to appease you about my decision.”

            Kaijin was fuming. “What about Vol’jin?” He suggested. “He’s more trust worthy then Garrosh.”

            “Vol’jin is busy getting his people resituated in Darkspear Isle.” He sighed again. “Garrosh is the most pratical choice. The people love him and he is a strong Orc to lead them through these troubling times.”

            Kaijin snorted. “The people only see glory from him.” He retorted hotly. “I don’t think we need a hot head like him ruining the Horde.”

            A tiny smile graced Thrall’s face. “Vol’jin said the same thing,” He said. “About his glory. However, my mind is made up Kaijin. He will be War chief in my place so please honor my decision. I wouldn’t have made this decision lightly and you know it. However, the Mag’har might be able to teach me more to help the situation here in Azeroth.”

            Kaijin crossed his arms in front of him, gazing out into the night. “Fine, I’ll honor your decision.” He muttered. “However, if the brute does anything to jeopardize for all you had worked for, I’m breaking his goddamn legs.”

            Thrall roared with laughter, patting Kaijin heartily on the side of his arm. “Very well but don’t be provoking anything.”

            “Ya ya.”

            The War chief gently lifted Kaijin’s chin up so they could see eye to eye, his fingers gently brushed the side of the youth’s face. “Kaijin,” He said softly “I am proud of all your successes, you have become a fine rogue…”

            A flash back of Thrall’s lifeless body from his dreams made him almost tear up. “Come on don’t make this sound like goodbye forever.” He jested, blinking away the moisture in his eyes.

            “I hope that it won’t be however, the future is very uncertain now...”

            “If you die on me Thrall I’ll drag your spirit back to give you a huge ass kicking.” He grinned.

            Thrall just laughed. “Very well, I’ll keep you to your word.”

            A knock on the door startled the two men, their heads whipping towards the door. They heard a muffled voice. “Sir, the Kor’kron have escorted Garrosh and Vol’jin to the Throne room as you ordered.”

            “Thank you Kuul.” Thrall said loudly so the messenger could hear him. He turned to Kaijin. “I leave at first light tomorrow.” He informed the youth.

            Kaijin nodded, bowing slightly. “By your leave War chief.”

            Thrall nodded as they both exited the room. Kaijin would not be taking part in the initiation of Garrosh, he could barely stomach to be in that Orcs presence. Instead he spent the remainder of the night in a realm of despair and agony.
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