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Culture Clash	By : Makkoska Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: My so far dormant soap-opera writer side took over when making this chapter, so this is longer than previous ones and not quite cured of love drama. I hope you will still enjoy. There is also sex in this part, so heed the rating.

5.

‘I’d say it’s two or three days ‘till we reach Tanaris, then Gadgetzan is another … four maybe if we keep up a good pace.’
Ardel nodded. Two days after that unfortunate scene in the pool, things were back to normal if a bit tense between them. On the “morning after” as he came to call it in his mind, he apologized to the troll if his ‘friendly behavior could be taken in another way it was intended…’ He hadn’t wanted to suggest, he explained, that he was interested. Really, he should have been much clearer. He tried his best not to sound insulting, but still project “Trolls not allowed” unequivocally. He thought he managed it pretty well. He almost succeeded to convince himself after all…
If he expected the troll to apologize as well, for making a pass at him when she shouldn’t have, he was disappointed. Still, she stopped the flirting, which was what he wanted, wasn’t it? There was absolutely no reason for him to feel let down. Nor had he any reason to wonder what could have happened if he would have let the kiss continue.
Even if the trip was less pleasant then before, it was no issue – he wasn’t here for fun, but to fulfill the quest that bloody goblin set him on, then to report back his findings to Master Pyreanor in Orgrimmar. Within a week they will reach Gadgetzan. Chances were good that he could buy a mount there or maybe even get a wyvern flight arranged to Orgrimmar. He would then say goodbye to the troll, thank her for her help and forget the whole episode as fast as he could.
Ardel sighed – this could have been an enjoyable journey only if she hadn’t kissed him. Or if he wouldn’t have stopped it… He quickly cut this train of thought – he kept coming back to this, and it was leading nowhere.
Without the usual storytelling though, there was nothing to keep him from thinking. He was almost happy when close to nightfall they spotted a small smoke coming from the near distance. This very well could mean trouble he knew, but really – a fight would have been preferred to this tense silence.
‘Dat is about where I wanted us to make our camp,’ Zangah whispered. ‘What’ya say elf, do we find another place or go and look what’s goin on der?’
‘Let’s check it,’ he answered, unsheathing his sword and was revered with a toothy smile. It warmed his heart a bit, despite himself.
Weapons ready, they sneaked closer until they could distinguish two deep voices. Ardel didn’t understand the language they were speaking in, so he looked at the troll questioningly.
‘Taurens,’ she whispered and seemed to relax, although she didn’t put her bow away. Through the thick undergrowths they could now see the cheery fire that caused the smoke. Close to it sat two bulky figures, dimly visible in the dusk. A wolf lay at their feet, snoring slightly. Ardel didn’t know much about taurens but they were Horde, so supposed to be their allies. He turned to his companion for her advice, just to see a pink dash – that bloody Silthid, obviously bored with their hesitancy - rushing to the little clearing.
‘Vengeance,’ hissed the troll at it, but they had been already seen and heard. At the campfire the wolf was already at its feet, as it growled at Zangah’s pet. They stepped out from their hiding place into the circle of the light.
The two taurens now stood facing them. Both were huge males, one with a gnarled staff in his hand, the other with a massive battle axe.
Zangah called back the Silthid now loudly, and it returned, clattering happily. Ardel sent it a scornful glare, which was ignored both by beast and its master. The tauren with the staff took a step forward and gave a short bow. ‘Welcome, travelers,’ he greeted them ‘what brings you to the depth of Un’Goro?’
‘Hey dere,’ Zangah flashed them a smile. ‘Me is Zangah, and dis fine elf here is Ardel,’ she made a wild gesture at him, like she was a goblin trying to sell her good at the black market of Booty Bay. Irritated, he swatted her hand away, to give a greeting on his own.
‘I’m Azok,’ said the tauren, ‘and he is my brother Turok. That beast over there is Ibzora.’
The wolf came forward and sniffled Zangah’s hand and gave her a canine grin when she scratched it behind its ears. Pulling back it shock himself from head to toe. Tremors run through its body as it swiftly transformed into a bare chested, leather skirted troll.
‘Lo, mon,’ he welcomed them, or at least Zangah, as he was not looking at the elf at all. He gave her a wink and what Ardel supposed was a smile. It was hard to tell with his massive tusks. Really, he was practically standing in Zangah’s face. Ardel could feel his antipathy rising.
Zangah didn’t seem to be much impressed either as she gave him a snort. ‘Hah, my pet knew right away der was something wrong with ya!’
‘I assure you ma’dear, der’s absolutely nothing wrong with me,’ he was definitely grinning at her now, as he straightened his back to show his full, considerable height. His unclothed chest was quite wide and muscled, the black tattoos on it simmering in the firelight. Ardel wondered petulantly if flashing nipples was some sort of bizarre troll courting ritual. By the Sunwell, but they have just met – no matter how barbarian the Darkspear were, he shouldn’t pose for her so obviously after such a short time.
The taurens invited them to their fire, and Ardel irritably pushed his way between the two trolls.
As they settled down, Ardel gave them a brief description how they come to be in Un’Goro. In exchange Azok – who seemed to be the more talkative or the two taurens – told him a long and boring tale about them searching for the source of the Golakka Springs for some druid ritual. The elf kept nodding at the appropriate places but his attention was rather on the two trolls. They sat a bit farer away from the fire and kept talking in their own language. The male – whatwashisname – obviously told something funny, as Zangah laughed softly. Ardel knew it was stupid, but he felt cheated. Just two days ago she seemed all taken with him – was he now replaced by the first troll that come in their way?
He forcefully turned his attention back to the chatty tauren, and did his best to find the finer parts of druidian faith amazing. Failing that, he concentrated on not yawning obviously. After a while the Silthid came over to him, and he petted the smooth, pink chitin absently. What a repulsive thing really to keep as a pet. He looked over to its owner, only to find the place she should have been empty. The other troll was also absent.
‘Where is my troll gone to?’ he interrupted Azok rudely then frowned at his own unfortunate wording. The so far silent Turok gave him a long, serene glance.
‘I think they just went to somewhere private,’ he soothed ‘you know - to talk about Darkspear issues.’
‘In this bloody dark?!’ Ardel stood up, not eased at all. He could imagine very well the things they wanted to talk about. ‘Un’Goro is dangerous! She even left this damn beast here,’ he pointed an accusing finger at the Silthid, which didn’t appear the slightest bit put off by its master’s disappearance. He looked around but it was now completely dark and he could see nothing outside the circle of light of the campfire casted.
‘Don’t worry Ardel,’ Turok came up to him and put a reassuring hand to his shoulder. His legs buckled a bit under the weight. ‘I’m sure no harm comes to your companion,’ he chuckled and the elf had to fight the sudden urge to punch the bovine face ‘she looked like a girl who can take care of herself.’
‘And isn’t it a lucky situation,’ Azok who come to stood next to his brother added ‘Ibzora is a fine troll, but he is still young – we have a long journey behind us with only the two of us keeping him entertained – and it is really not the kind of entertainment he needs,’ both of them laughed good naturedly.
Ardel stared at them, at loss for words. Were they really suggesting… no not suggesting, but openly admitting that Zangah had went off with that tattooed idiot to…were these two furry buffoons talking so much that the trolls could had the chance to sneak away?
Overcoming with anger he reached up, grasped the clasp of Turok’s cloak and forcefully pulled the tauren’s head down to his own level.
‘Where-have-they-gone-to?’ he forced out between clenched teeth. The taurens stared at him as if he had gone mad – which he probably did – then shared a meaningful glance with each other.
‘There is a path right there,’ Turok said, as he gently freed himself from Ardel’s grasp ‘leading to a small cave not far from here. Ibzora probably took your…partner there.’
‘Thank you,’ the elf said, letting out a slow breath as he tried to get rid of his fury, and yes, he could admit now, his jealousy. He was really making a fool of himself ‘I…I mean…’
‘I’d hurry if I were you,’ interrupted Azok ‘that way.’
Not wasting another word, Ardel spun on his heels and dashed down on the path they had shown. His elfish eyes easily adjusted to the dark, so he kept on running, almost soundless in his enchanted armor, jumping through easily the lush undergrowth.
He soon spotted the cave – a flickering light of a torch was coming from it. His mind conjured up images of naked trolls – naked trolls kissing, naked trolls touching and naked trolls rutting – and he doubled his speed.
He charged into the den, just to come to a sudden stop. Zangah (who was, thank the Sunwell, fully clothed, and so was the other troll who stood behind her) had her bow drawn, and an arrow pointing right at his heart.
She cast him a surprised look when she realized who he was and lowered her weapon.
‘What happened elf? What’ya doing here?’
‘I came to…’ he faltered. What was he doing here? What could he say? ‘Well… I came to tell you I changed my mind.’
Anger flashed through her face as she understood. ‘Did you, now?’ she asked in a dangerous voice. The elf wasn’t sure he won’t get shot after all, but there was no backing down now.

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‘…so Turok agreed to train me further to become shaman and I came with him and his brotha’ to see the word and learn,’ hardly drawing a breath, Ibzora kept going on ‘and it’s nice and all, but all I saw for months is two taurens, so I can’t tell ya how happy I am to meet ya.’ He gave Zangah a seductive glance, which she ignored, as they settled on a rock in the small cave. They came here, as the male put it, to ‘to have a private place where they can talk.’ Zangah was not as naïve to take that - she just didn’t have any reason why she shouldn’t go along the other troll.
She gave Ibzora a look, openly sizing him up and he preened under the attention. He was a good looking chap with his wild, dark blue hair, and his tattooed, muscled chest. A shaman-to-be. Zangah chuckled – even her uncle would approve.
Taking her mirth as a good sign, the young male put one his long arms around her shoulders. She didn’t pull away but didn’t lean in to the embrace either. From the way he looked at her it was obvious he was just waiting for a sign from her to go ahead. Zangah decided it was really due time to make up her mind if she wanted this to continue.
Hadn’t she known all along why Ibzora took her to this quasi private place? Of course she did, and under normal circumstances she probably wouldn’t have said no to this troll. However she wasn’t really in the mood now. ‘Bloody elf,’ she thought ‘messing with my fun even when not here.’
She stood up, shrugging off Ibzora’s embrace. ‘Time to go back I think, before the others worry where we be.’ She smiled at him gently; hoping he will understand this meant ‘No.’
He rose as well, obviously confused. ‘Don’t ya worry pretty, I’m sure dey will know you’re in good hands,’ then tried more desperately when it was obvious she was about to go. ‘Ah come on, you can’t just leave. You come with me here, thought you wanted it too.’
‘I did,’ she admitted ‘I changed my mind.’
‘What? Why? You cannot do dat! You’re da first woman I saw in months…’ he fell silent as Zangah raised her hand. Someone or something was coming towards the cave in high speed. She picked up her bow quickly, grateful for the interruption, whatever it was, if it meant that it saved her from this conversation. She had just got an arrow pointed at the entrance when Ardel burst through it.
‘What happened elf? What’ya doing here?’ she asked as worry gripped her.
‘I’m come to…Well… I come to tell you I changed my mind,’ he was flushed and out of breath. Zangah stared at him blankly for a long moment before his words sank in. Elation and fury rushed through her veins.
‘Did you, now? Changed yer mind on what exactly?’
‘Well, you know,’ he scratched his long ears in discomfort. When it become obvious that Zangah won’t help him out he added ‘on us.’
‘Why now, elf?’ she folded her arms before her chest.
‘Well I didn’t want…couldn’t let…’ he pointed at Ibzora, who let out an indignant ‘Hey,’ catching up on what was happening.
‘What’s dat, elf,’ Zangah poked Ardel in the chest, ignoring the other troll ‘daz all kind of troll sex make you queasy, not just da one you could take part in?’
‘Hey, hang on,’ Ibzora cut in again despite her angry look ‘did ya turn me down ‘cause of a scrawny elf?’ Zangah could have kicked him – she was in a winning position, if he would just not interfere. The despair and anger was already ebbing from the elf’s face and giving place to his usual arrogant self-assuredness. He turned to Ibzora instead of reacting to what Zangah had said and gave him a contemptuous smile.
‘Well blue boy, next time you will know better than to…’
‘I’ll show ya sissy…’
Zangah was amazed. Darkspears loved drama, but from the signs of it blood elves were no better. Ardel had his sword drawn and Ibzora was murmuring a spell under his breath. Really, she could have found it exiting to have men fight for her, if it wouldn’t have been insulting that they really seemed to think they can decide this with leaving her out.
‘Stop that,’ she stepped between them. ‘I told ya no,’ she pointed at Ibzoa ‘so accept that. And ya elf,’ she turned to Ardel ‘ya really, really need to do better then dis, after offending me so.’
‘What do you want me to do?’ he gave her a confident smile.
‘Prove dat you think this seriously,’ it was funny how his glance jumped from her eyes to her mouth, down to her breast, then sideways to Ibzora. ‘What… exactly are you suggesting?’
‘Well prove you ain’t that horrified of others finding out what ya’ will do with me. And I mean,’ she added when he was still hesitating ‘right now.’
She stood still when Ardel closed the distance separating them and reached up to pull her head down. They both ignored Ibzora’s taken aback snort as their lips met. The kiss was awkward in their full armors and having an audience didn’t help either, but it was still enough to make her blood boil with excitement.
‘I’ll go back then to my taurens,’ the shaman muttered, and she raised her head to give him an apologetic smile. He turned into the wolf she scratched when they had met, and run down the path to the camp, leaving the halfway burnt torch for them.
‘Was this what you had in mind’ the elf whispered, his breath hot and moist on her ear. She shook her head.
‘I’m sure ya can do better than that, elf.’
He kissed her again in reply and it was indeed even better. She moaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth and circled hers, drawing out the moment until they both needed to gasp for air. Ardel then started to kiss her neck, all soft, hot lips and sharp teeth, while trying to unhitch the clasps on her armor. Zangah knew from experience how impossible it was to take off an unfamiliar armor from someone else, so she stepped back to unbuckle it herself. She was down to her undergarments in record time. For the look the elf gave him she forgave him for all the previous insults.
‘So are ya going to stay in that?’ she knocked gently on his plate with her fingers, playing to keep her cool. The elf just grinned in answer and started to undress as well, much more slowly than her. Show off.
Not that she didn’t appreciate the sight – the elf had fascinated her since she had set her eyes on him. Now her whole body thrummed with anticipation. He seemed absolutely unashamed even when he stood completely naked before Zangah. He was nothing like the men she had slept with before – mostly trolls, a few orcs and there was that drunken night with that tauren she didn’t really liked to think about - bulging muscles, hairy chests, scarred bodies and brutish faces. Instead he was sleek, smooth and pale. She took in his board shoulders, the slim hips, the long, muscled thighs and the stirring manhood nestled between then, and licked her lips. He looked good enough to eat.
Obviously enjoying the attention, he slowly turned around. ‘Do you like what you see, troll?’
She grinned and she started to unbutton her shirt to get rid of her remaining clothing. ‘Very much so, elf. Shame ya kept that body hiding under dat armor for so long.’
He come closer to unbutton her remaining few buttons and smiled up at her from under his blond fringe. He caressed her arms as he pushed down her shirt – his hands were calloused from years of weapon-yielding. He made a delightful contradiction - battle worn but still delicate.
They lay down on their pool of cloaks. Zangah just reached up to pull the elf’s hair free of the usual pony tail when the torch burnt down with a soft thump. ‘Damn,’ she muttered as she blinked against the sudden darkness, then shivered when the elf whispered right into her ear huskily ‘Actually I can see quite well in the dark.’
‘I manage as well,’ she replied, although she saw Ardel only as a darker shadow next to her. Still, even if she couldn’t really see, she felt her other senses heightening. The elf’s body was hot - if he were a troll, she would have thought he had fever. He lay partly on top of her, and everywhere they bodies touched she felt like catching fire. It was an exotic but pleasant feeling. His hand slid down on her stomach to her thighs then in between them to touch her moist curls there. She groaned in anticipation and opened her legs wilder and his finger slid in. He moved his hand gently and placed soft kisses and hard little bites on her neck and breasts. It was heaven and torture at the same time – she had wanted him since an eternity. She didn’t want to wait any longer.
‘Ah elf, come on, and just do it,’ she sounded much more of out of breath then she intended to be. Ardel stopped his motions and chuckled.
‘It is really due time you stopped ordering me around, troll,’ he sounded husky but smug. Self-satisfied little…
She bit down hard on his shoulder and he cried out, bucking against her legs. She could feel he was hard and ready for her and this fueled her need further. She dug her fingers against his lower back to keep him close as she sucked and licked at where she had bit down. ‘Nah, when I do it so good…’
Half cursing, half laughing he rose up to position himself. He slid into her in one smooth stroke and they both moaned. She locked her legs around his waist and he started to thrust. Zangah met all delightful moves with her own. She bit down on his neck again, more gently this time, and was rewarded with a rough kiss and deeper and harder thrusts. From so close up she could see the outlines of his face and his smoldering eyes, but wished desperately for more light. She so wanted to see his expression – was that smug, self-assured look replaced by ecstasy yet? The moans and grunts suggested it was, but she wanted to be sure.
Reaching up she caressed his face and stroked his hair. She found his mouth partly open and she circled his lips with her finger. He sucked the digit into his mouth, nibbling on the tender skin at its base.
All too soon she felt herself reaching her peak and her whole body shuddered into it. He yelled as she constricted around him, then spent himself after a few more deep strokes.
They lay entwined and panting for long minutes. When Ardel tried to move, she tightened her legs around him. Sighing happily he put his head down on her breasts and licked them gently.
Zangah smiled into the dark. Despite already feeling the hard rock of the cavern floor biting into her back, she couldn’t have felt better. ‘Next time elf,’ she thought ‘will be in daylight so I can see your face.’ And there would be several next times. She would make sure of it.

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