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Wrecked	By : Wildfaerie Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 6016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Based of Blizzard's World of Warcraft. All refrences belong to Blizzard though the characters are my creation. I do not make a profit on this at all.

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Kreeva quickened her pace along the shoreline hoping to catch up with Taylin. After a few minutes, Kreeva realized she had lost Taylin's trail. She started to softly call out for the girl. Kreeva wanted to find Taylin, but she also didn't want to draw the attention of the nocturnal predators that were starting their evening hunts.
Several moments later, Kreeva finally heard a faint, "Go away." Looking towards the sound, Kreeva noticed a very faint trail through the trees heading away from the shore. Even in daylight Kreeva doubted she would of found the trail without Taylin's help. Pushing her way through the dense underbrush, Kreeva finally stumbled into the clearing containing the grotto and was about to head to the distraught Night Elf, but the view stopped her in her tracks.
Taylin heard Kreeva enter the grotto, but when she didn't say anything, she lifted her eyes from her palms just enough to glance at the troll. Taylin almost couldn't help but smile when she saw Kreeva standing there with her mouth hanging open as she took in the view.
When Taylin heard Kreeva mutter a soft curse in Trollish, she did smile, in fact she giggled slightly. Remembering what she was here for, Kreeva composed herself and waded out to where Taylin sat curled up on the rocks.
"It really is a beautiful place isn't it?" Taylin asked, wiping her eyes. "I be livin' 'ere fo' years 'n I neva found dis place. It be wondrous mon," Kreeva replied still in awe but also full of concern for the girl.
"I just kind of stumbled upon it a while back. Please don't tell Sen. I'd like to keep this place to myself if possible. "Ya secret be safe wit' me, mon," Kreeva promised happily. "Speakin' of mah idjit bruddah, wha' 'appen'd?" Sighing, Taylin scooted over to allow Kreeva to sit before answering. "I know I overreacted, but having him insult me just seemed to cut deep. I know I'm not his favorite person, but it really seemed like we were growing close..." Taylin trailed off, her thoughts running away from her. She just realized why the insult had hurt so much. To her dismay she realized that she had developed feelings for the annoying, mean, dumb, sexy troll. 'Sexy?' She thought. 'Now I know something's wrong with me.' Kreeva noticed the stream of emotions crossing Taylin's face and carefully wrapped an arm around the Elf's shoulders. "I'm sorry Kreeva, I'm just so confused."
With a grin, Kreeva responded, "I be undastandin' more den ya, I tink. Ya be fallin' 'n love, mon." Kreeva smiled and rubbed Taylin's back. Taylin was slightly shocked and embarrassed that her feelings were that obvious. Suddenly her face turned bright red as a mortifying thought hit her, 'What if Sen knew? If Kreeva could see it so easily, then maybe Sen had too. Maybe that's why he had started treating me so nicely, and why the sudden insult. He didn't want to hurt my feelings, but at the same time wanted me to know he didn't feel the same way.'
Panic started to well up inside her, but for which she wasn't sure. She was afraid of both acceptance and rejection. Taylin could almost already feel her heart breaking and the overwhelming emptiness at the thought of his rejection, but at the same time the massive fear in the unknown on how they would make it work if he did care for her.
Taylin realized she was getting way ahead of herself and took a deep calming breath, and with some help from Kreeva's gentle strokes up and down her back, she managed to calm herself and get herself back under control.
Sensing some of the tension leave Taylin's stiff form, Kreeva asked if she was alright. Taylin simply nodded, "Yeah, but I don't know what to do or how to face Sen again." "Ev'ryting gonna be alrigh' mon. Jus' wait 'n see. 'N jus leave mah dim wit bruddah ta dis ol' troll." Kreeva said reassuringly.
Panic flared again in Taylin's eyes as she shook her head rapidly and help up her hands pleadingly, "No! You can't tell him! If he doesn't feel the same, he can't know. I finally feel like we could be friends. If he knew I liked him it could jeopardize everything we've built between us. I couldn't bear to lose him."
"I undastan' mon. But don worreh, I won' say a ting. But ya should tell da boy," Kreeva cut herself off. She knew Sen had developed some feelings for the girl, but she wasn't sure how deep they ran and she didn't want to give the girl false hope. Plus it really wasn't her place to say anything anyways. They had to discover their true feelings on their own or there would always be the taint of doubt.
Sighing, Kreeva got to her feet as a small shudder ran through her. The wind was picking up and bringing the cold night ocean air with it. She hadn't realized just how dark it had already gotten. It was time to move any further conversations into the warmth and safety of her, no, their home. Kreeva stretched out her hand to help Taylin to her feet, "Come mon. It be time ta go home. It be gettin' late an I sure Sen be worried 'bout da both of us."
Taylin took Kreeva's out stretched hand and stood up. Instantly she felt the chill of the wind. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed how dark or chilly it had gotten. Wrapping her arms around herself, she led Kreeva back to the beach. 'Kreeva and Sen may have superior noses, but my eyesight is nothing to scoff at, especially in the dark,' Taylin thought, which made her remember why she was out here in the first place. Sen had insulted her. Then a little light bulb went off as she connected her thoughts to what he said.
"When Sen said I didn't smell good, he meant my sense of smell was weak, didn't he?" Taylin asked half to herself and half to Kreeva. "Ya, mon. But he a idjit. He speak Common beddah den me, but he still no speak good. Not when he be tinkin' 'bout uddah tings," Kreeva replied with a hidden smirk.
"What do you mean, 'other things'?" asked Taylin. "Hush mon, day be dangerous tings dat night hunt. We need ta 'urry home," Kreeva whispered in that motherly 'we're done' tone. Both quickened their pace and headed for the hut without another word.
After Kreeva had left, Sen had immediately sent Tanga to follow after them, but she was to keep to the trees so the girls wouldn't know they were being watched. When Kreeva had entered the grotto, Tanga had quickly returned to Sen.
Sen had tried to leave the girl to their privacy, but eventually his protective instincts kicked in, not to mention his curiosity when they had been gone a while. Carefully he climbed the branches he usually used when he would keep an eye on Taylin at her secret spot.
It still slightly amazed him that she had found such a breathtaking secluded space basically in his own back yard before him. Since that first day that he had followed her here, he had continued to watch over her whenever she'd return. He tried to convince himself that it was for her safety and well being, but if he was truly honest with himself, it was because he enjoyed watching her. She really was beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off her while she swam in the crystalline water. Sen knew it was wrong to spy on the girl, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop.
Her hair seemed to take on a life of its own as it swayed in the ripples. Her skin shone like moonlit lavender crystals when she rose from the water. She was possibly the most beautiful creature Sen'krii had ever seen. And so after a very short internal battle, he had arranged a few branches so he could comfortably relax while watching Taylin as well as keep himself hidden.
It was this canopy hideaway that Sen perched in now as he listened to Taylin and his sister. Sen had arrived just in time to hear his sister say, "I won't say a ting, but ya should tell da boy." 'Tell me what?' he wondered. What could they be keeping from him. More importantly, what was Taylin hiding from him. Putting that thought aside for now, Sen refocused on their conversation. He heard Taylin ask about what he had said. It finally dawned on him what she had thought he meant when he had told her she didn't smell good. She couldn't be further from the truth in his way of thinking. To him, Taylin smelled like a field of wild flowers after a midnight rainstorm. There was that slight tang of electricity with the clean fresh scent of untamed flowers.
Sen'krii hadn't meant to upset her and was glad when Taylin figured out what he had actually meant. He had finally come to terms with himself regarding the beautiful elf: he was falling for her. However, he had made up his mind that he was going to keep it to himself until he was absolutely sure she felt the same. He had some suspicions that she may care for him but he was unsure just how deep those feelings may go.
As soon as Taylin and Kreeva left the grotto, Sen quickly climbed down and headed for home. He kept hidden within the tree line where he could keep an eye on them without being noticed. Once they were fairly close to the hut, he quickened his pace so he could beat them back.
Taylin and Kreeva came upon the hut and saw Sen stirring the large pot of Jungle Stew. Kreeva glanced up at Sen knowing full well that he hadn't been there the whole time like he would want them to believe. Kreeva knew he would never of let either her or Taylin out of his sight for long, especially this late at night.
Taylin, feeling ashamed of how she acted earlier, kept her eyes downcast as she sat on the log near the campfire. Kreeva took over babysitting the stew after a slight shove to Sen towards Taylin. With a small glare directed towards his sister, Sen sat on the ground next to Taylin. Feeling his presence, Taylin barely lifted her head to look at Sen'krii.
Softly, Taylin started to say she was sorry at the same time Sen started to apologize to her. With a slight smirk, Sen'krii told Taylin to go first. Still feeling a bit ashamed and silly really, Taylin started to apologize, "I'm really sorry. I never should have slapped you. I completely overreacted to a complete misunderstanding. When you said I didn't smell good I didn't realize you meant my sense of smell. I thought you were saying I stink, and it hurt, a bit more then I would like to admit," she muttered that last bit under her breath, forgetting momentarily about his acute hearing.
Smiling internally at Taylin's muttered words, Sen'krii responded, "No mon. It be mah fault. Need ta tink fo' I talk. Still not da best at Common." "And I know that," Taylin quickly interrupted. "Which is why I can't believe both how quickly I took it the worst way, as well as how badly I overreacted. Once again, I'm sorry." "'Pology accepted, as long as ya 'cept mine," Sen replied offering his hand. "Deal," Taylin quickly agreed, taking Sen's hand.
The moment their hands touched, it was almost like a spark ran through them both, but they each hid the reaction from the other. Taylin allowed her hand to linger in Sen's a little longer then was probably appropriate, but Sen didn't seem to mine. In fact, unbeknownst to Taylin, Sen'krii was highly enjoying Taylin's warm touch.
Taylin finally pulled her hand away with a soft smile. They both relaxed into a comfortable silence, which was suddenly broken by Kreeva hollering, "Soup be done." Both Sen and Taylin had about jumped out of their skins, so lost in thought they both were. Kreeva just grinned at their reactions.
Dinner was eaten in relative silence as they each pondered the earlier events. Sen'krii couldn't stop wondering what Taylin was hiding from him and why his sister had promised not to tell him. A hidden part of him secretly hoped it was about her feelings towards him, but his larger more rational part had quickly and adamantly dismissed that small thought. 'She's Alliance, ya dumb troll,' his mind had taunted him. 'But she has no memories of being Alliance so it shouldn't count,' he tried to argue with himself. 'And she could always regain those memories,' he countered himself. 'And she may not.' Oh wonderful, he was now in a full argument with himself over unfounded possible feelings and even less unsure futures. Raking a hand down his face in an attempt to wipe away his thoughts, he tried to clear his head and just enjoy his dinner and the comfortable silence.
Kreeva had been watching her brother's inner turmoil with a smirk hidden behind her bowl as she sipped her stew. She could easily see that he was fighting a losing battle against himself, and while she may not know the exact argument within his head, she could make a pretty good guess as to the subject of said argument. Shifting her eyes to Taylin, Kreeva watched almost the exact same shift of emotions play out across the elf's face as her brother's. Kreeva had to forcibly gulp down a swallow of stew to keep from downright laughing at the two.
Taylin was losing an inner argument and she didn't even know if it was possible to lose since she was arguing against herself. 'He's a proud member of the Horde. There is no way we could ever have a future. And that's assuming he even has feelings for me, which I highly doubt,' she continued in her head. 'You can't deny that he care for you with all that he's done.' Sigh. 'Caring for and actually loving someone are two completely different things.' 'True, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you.' 'It doesn't mean he does either.' Huffing to herself, 'Besides, even if, and that's a strong if, I couldn't ask him to turn his back on the Horde, or put Kreeva in danger when he gets branded a traitor.' 'But Kreeva had a human husband, they've been down this road and seem fine.' Taylin almost threw up her hands in defeat of herself, but instead just jammed her spoon into her stew a little too forcibly and released a frustrated sigh.
Sen'krii's ears twitched at Taylin's overly dramatic sigh, causing him to wonder what was going through the elf's head, but instead of getting into another internal debate, he decided to just ask her. "Ya be alright mon?" he asked as he looked up at Taylin. Slightly startled out of her thoughts, she managed to stutter out a yes. "Yeah, sorry. Was just lost in an argument with myself and not sure if I'm winning or losing," she finished with a slightly awkward giggle.
"I know how dat feels, mon," he replied with a slight chuckle of his own. Neither aware of how close each other's thoughts really were.
The rest of that night and the next couple of days saw things get back to normal, though neither seemed inclined to push their relationship as they had that night on the beach. The third night however found the two trolls and the long Night Elf enjoying dinner around the table instead of the fire outside. Taylin had found just enough flour and sugar in the pantry to bake a pie with some of the wild fruits that Sen had brought home earlier that day. Cooking was about the only thing that came absolutely natural to her.
Sen was leaning against the wall on a small stool he had made from a tree stump. He figured that since there were three, they needed another chair for the table. The stool was temporary till he made his next trip to Booty Bay.
Feeling completely at ease, Taylin asked Sen to tell her more about him and his adventures with the Horde. Now feeling like he could trust her to at least not betray him and Kreeva, he decided he could tell her of a few adventures without revealing any major secret or tactical advantages of the Horde. Taking the last bite of his pie, Sen settled into tell her a story.
"It was not long afta' the loss of mah nephew," he began. Both Taylin and Kreeva were settling in with their full attention on Sen'krii. "I left 'ere ta get away from da pain. There be a new war goin' on in Northren' and I took da firs' zeppelin I could. Da Scourge be a nasty enemy, but ol' Sen be a crafty hunta. Me 'n Tanga ripped through dose walkin' corpses wit' ease," at hearing her name, Tanga slipped through the door to curl up around Taylin's feet. With a surprised look, Taylin looked from Tanga to Sen. Sen merely shrugged and continued with his story.
"Da Lich King's Scourge seemed ta have no end 'n sight. Was so bad dat da Horde joined up wit' da Alliance fo' da assault on da Citadel." As Sen continued, shadows of familiarity started to shift across Taylin's memories. This tale was knocking something lose, but it was still out of reach so she returned her attention to Sen.
"Dere was a 'orrible fight at ta Wrathgate. Some o' Sylvanas's people turned on both da Horde 'n da Alliance alike. I was dere 'n barely made it out alive. Meh 'ealin' abilities probly da only ting dat saved meh. Dere weren' many survivahs on eida side dat day. Wha' I be seein' dat day had meh wantin' ta head home da next day. We been fightin' one undead army. I did'na wan' ta fight one dat we had called ally.
Sen'krii allowed his eyes to drift close as he continued, "Me 'n 'bout twenty 'o so of ta Horde headed back to Warsong Hold afta we 'ad rested up. We needed ta get away at least fo' a few days. Ain't none a us prepared fo' da tings we seen. We traveled west along da shore of Dragonblight den da Borean Tundra. Jus' afta we had crossed inta da Borean Tundra, we came across a small Alliance camp. Looked like dere ship had run aground. Dere looked to be least thirty 'o forty of 'em. Wha' we guessed was da captain was a loud Night Elf. He spotted us 'n started shouting tings in both Common an' Darnassian at 'is crew. From wha' I could hear, he be tellin' 'em ta attack us. We were still recoverin' from da Wrathgate, so he probly thought he could make a name fo' 'imself outta our hides. Even a few of 'is crew tried ta get him ta leave us alone, sayin' it be dishonorable, seein' as we were wounded an' hurt, not ta mention da current truce. Weak as dat truce be, it still be dere. But dat captain jus' ignored everyting 'n ordered 'is men ta attack us. Now we may 'ave been hurt, but we be Horde an' we don' back down from no Alliance challenge, 'specially not some dishonorable Night Elf." With that last statement, Sen'krii glanced up at Taylin with an almost apologetic look. Taylin however, didn't notice for her eyes had been closed.
Sen's story sounded so familiar but she couldn't figure out why. 'Had she been in Northrend,' she wondered. She had closed her eyes while Sen talked to try and picture his story, but no memory had surfaced. Just the feeling that knew this story. Wrinkling her brow, Taylin waited for Sen to finish, hoping it would finally shed some light on this familiarity.
Sen'krii couldn't help but think that Taylin looked to either be worried or in pain. But he just chalked it up to the fact that he was about to describe him killing Alliance. She was the one who wanted to hear 'bout his adventures with the Horde, so she had to of known what that could of entailed. 'It be her own fault,' he thought and decided he wouldn't feel sorry for the girl even though he already did.
"Hurt though we were, we showed dem Alliance why dey shouldn'a mess wit' da Horde. Truth be told, it be a pretty even fight, 'cept we started ta gain ground when part of dem started ta retreat. They were sayin' dat dis fight be wrong an dat da captain had lost it. Only ones puttin' up a real fight were da ones 'round da captain 'n da captain 'imself. I told em ta leave da Alliance dat left alone, 'n dey be listenin' ta meh cause ol' Sen'krii be well known in da Horde. So we started focusin' on dat noisy Night Elf captain 'n his followers." Once again Sen saw worry etch Taylin's brow and that small hidden part of him secretly hoped it was worry over what might happen to him in his story, but he knew it was more than likely worry for her fellow Alliance and especially fellow Night Elf.
"Now dat Night Elf turned out ta be one helluva warrior. He took out five'a us by 'imself, 'n mebbe he'd a killed more if he didn'a cross Sen's path. He 'ad been chargin' at someone with dis huge blade, but I managed ta catch him off guard wit' a concussion shot which disoriented 'im jus' long enough for Tanga ta knock 'im ta da ground. She managed to wrench 'is sword away too, but not 'fore he sliced a deep cut ta her shoulder. Goin' completely beastial on him, Tanga held 'im ta da ground, her claws diggin' inta 'is chest. Realizin' he was beat, da dishonorable elf started ta beg for his life. Talkin' bout how he had a fiancé an' a child dat were waitin' on 'im. 'N even though I had jus' watched 'im kill mah friends, I couldn'a help but tink of Kreeva 'n Eran'jii. So I told 'im if he called off his men, we be leavin' and they could live. He quickly agreed 'n I told Tanga ta release 'im." Sen's eyes were now locked on Taylin's face trying to gauge her reactions. She still seemed worried and in a bit of pain. Her eyes were clenched shut and a few droplets of sweat were beaded on her brow. Even Kreeva had seemed to notice Taylin's distress. "Mebbe we be finishin' dis t'marrow night," Kreeva said glancing between Taylin and her brother.
Taylin's eyes snapped open, "Wait, let him finish. I need to know what happened," she pleaded. "Ya sure mon? Ya don be lookin' ta good," replied Sen. Taylin felt like she was so close to remembering something. "I'll be fine. Did you learn that Night Elf's name by chance?" she asked. "Well if ya say so. 'N ya, I did mon," and with that Sen picked up where he left off.
"I had jus' started ta walk away from 'im when I heard him say, "No filthy Horde and especially no disgusting Troll ever turns their back on Captain Leidan Mistrage and lives..."" Before Sen could finish, Taylin let out a loud shriek then seemed to simply vanish.
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