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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
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
� "The Perfect Drug" � Nine Inch Nails

"Arise, in the name of the Lich King"
- Arthas

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

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The hissing of the waves filled the sound
of the air as the prow of the ship cut through the water, the rocking motion
more pronounced to those who possessed eyes then those who didn�t. Thick ropes
were lashed to the bow of the ship, trailing beneath the surface of the water,
their lengths more often taut then not. Perched on the bow, one hand wrapped
about a ratline of the ship, was Shayl, her blind face turned towards the sun
that had emerged from behind the perpetual cover of clouds that had been left
far behind at Northrend.

Shayl turned then, bare feet finding the
wood of the railing she was perched upon, the kaldorei's swaying body moving
elegantly over the lacquered and narrow strip of wood. She did keep one hand
upon the ropes, however, just for the sake of knowing which side the ship was
on. But there was a sense of weightlessness to her left side, one hand extended
out over the rolling, hissing spray of sea water. A naga siren lifted her head,
peering up at the woman who was standing upon the railing, grinning like a
fool, so to speak and shook her head. Such foolhardiness in the blind women
baffled more people far more often then not.

At last, however, Shayl heard her name
spoken and twisted about, leaping down upon the rolling deck, rising to her
feet before turning to face Kael, blind eyes focusing upon his face. She felt
his surprise as he peered at her before she turned her head upwards, staring
directly into the sun she had never seen, just as she had never seen the moon
either, both of them bathing her in beauty that was never to visit her sight.
An inhale, eyes closing slowly before she dipped her head downwards, peering
down at the shorter man who merely watched her now.

�Yes, Kael? Does Illidan require something
of me?�

Again, she felt the man�s surprise, the
prince drawing both long golden brows together over his glittering green eyes.
How this blind woman could so easily say such things, he wasn�t sure. It was
quite uncanny to say the least, having her words ring in those tapering
appendages only further serving to convince him that there was far more to this
woman then had been seen. True, she radiated a power that had his mouth water
with the temptation to feed on her, but she was so.. different. At last,
however, he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

�As always, he rants for you to come and
heal him so he can be free of you.�

Kael watched as a dark frown touched
Shayl�s face, the kaldorei pressing her lips together before tossing her head
like a mare he�d known. The horse had been wild as a filly, full of spirit and
defiance. The mare had been quite distrustful of people as a small filly and
Kael had his hands full when his brother, disgusted about his own inability to
tame the beautiful creature, had dumped the horse on him. So, the young prince
had been made to work at taming the mare. He had worked on gaining her trust,
had worked on gently harnessing her spirit to work with his own. Eventually,
the mare came to trust him. Kael's eyes narrowed as he suddenly surveyed how
his master was treating the girl, a mixture of sweetness and rancor mixing for
a certainly odd combination. But he said nothing, deciding to simply watch and
see how things were to turn out and if his suspicions were to be proven
correct. An involuntary shudder ran over Kael's flesh when Shayl smiled, the
gesture full of a syrupy sweetness that made his skin crawl for there was
nothing but trouble in that smile.

"Then I suppose that I shouldn't keep
him waiting, then," the young druid replied, turning to walk across the
planks of the ship.

Bending down to accommodate her tall frame
for a door height that had been built for beings a foot shorter then she was,
Shayl ducked out of the heated sunlight into the relatively cool cabin that
Illidan had commandeered for his own use. Shayl herself had agreed with his
thinking (for once) and had set up a small area for her own use against the
wall across from the bed he was now confined to. And there were good reasons
for that as the young druid had argued with him over more then once. It seemed
that they were to argue it again and she was going to have to make things clear
to him that as long as she was around, Illidan was to follow her orders
concerning his health. Everything else however.. Well, that was a different
story between the pair. Easily making her way over to the bed where the slow,
rasping breathing of air indicated that Illidan was asleep, or close to it,
Shayl knelt beside the bed, the motions of the ship lulling her into a calm
state of mind. Then she heard the softly growling whisper of his voice, the
gravelly baritone of it drawing the kaldorei in to his presence as it always
did, a process she would not admit to herself.

"You're slow, girl. Incredibly so. I
thought that you would have been here sooner to tend to your duties. You *do*
remember your duties, do you not?" came Illidan's scathing tones, one hand
reaching out to yank the girl closer by the shirt Shayl wore, nearly hauling
her atop him as a result.

"Oh, I don't know, my lord. You
*always* keep me so busy tending to other things that sometimes, you're just
last on my list of priorities. And you've been doing so well too with your healing,"
Shayl said calmly. She was trying not to pay mind to the fact that she was
sprawled indecently alongside him upon the bed. Mockingly almost, she laid a
hand upon his forehead in a gesture pretending to take his temperature.. and
then she stopped before her hand moved down to his cheek, feeling the same
thing there too. Illidan's skin.. She bent down, pressing her cheek to his now,
ignoring the growl of protest that emerged from the man's throat. Yes.. She was
feeling things right. His skin was cold.. so very cold indeed and clammy too
with sweat. "Illidan.. What's wrong with you?"

Illidan remained very still and silent
beneath the female, his breathing slowly growing heavier and harsher as he
flexed his hands against his sides, one hand still settled against her bosom.
How could he tell this girl that he was getting sick from.. from.. bloody hell,
he was going through withdrawal! Kael hadn't had an opportunity to come and
give Illidan his vials that held water from the Well of Eternity that he still
possessed. As a result, the hybrid was growing hungrier and hungrier for the
magic he so wanted and needed. But how could this girl understand that need?
She, who was so pure and untouched by the ravages of the arcane magics that he
so needed to live. She, who was brimming with magic.. and his desire to feed
upon her was growing with each passing moment. Abruptly, he shoved her off of
the bed onto the floor of the cabin. His mouth opened, snarled words emerging in
ragged tones as he curled his fingers tightly.

"Get me.. Kael! He'll bring me what I
need..! My.. magic!"

Shayl lifted herself upwards, peering at
him before she remembered what she had been told by her father. He had grown so
attached to the magics, he was like an addict. Without them, he would die.
Pressing her hand to her chest, Shayl stared down at his figure. Or what, to a
casual observer, would seem like staring. Her brow knitted in thought, Shayl
sat back down on the bed and took Illidan's larger hand into her own. Inhaling,
she spoke softly, eyes gleaming even sightless as they were.

"Then.. take what you need from me,
Illidan."

A brief snarl met her words before his
hand detached itself from hers, and reaching upwards was curled about the back
of her neck. Pulling her down, Illidan's mouth opened, a hiss of anticipation
emerging from his throat before his teeth sank into her throat, a gush of warm
blood filling his mouth. Shayl gasped, head tilting even further upwards,
exposing more of her neck to Illidan's hungry lips. Her arms wrapped
convulsively about his head as a low moan escaped the druid's throat. This
felt.. so wrong. This felt so very right! Her fingers clutched at his
hair, curling into it tightly. Pulling her down on top of him, Illidan rolled
over somewhat, pinning her to the bed beneath him as he kept his mouth to her
neck. This served two purposes.

One, it seemed to certainly subdue her and
the other.. it fed him her blood which was filled with the wild magics of
nature. While it wasn't arcane magic, the sheer power of it was more then
enough to tide the hybrid over. Yet even with the replenishment of the magic
that he so desperately needed, Illidan didn't stop feeding on her. The druid
beneath him writhed in pleasure, Shayl's mind flooded with thoughts on how
right and wrong this was. But she took her oaths as a healer seriously and if
he needed this.. Well, she wouldn't deny him. But then, how could she deny him
when this made her entire body throb with pleasure? For the first time in her
life, Shayl was suddenly aware of her own femininity, aware of Illidan's
strong, powerful form and how closely their bodies were nestled together. In
other words, it seemed that she was suddenly hitting puberty. Her hands were
clutching at his back now, nails raking along the thick muscles in his
shoulders and above his ribs, her body twisting to entwine with his.

Illidan held her close, crushing her to
his chest as he rested atop her nubile figure. This delicate creature of a
woman had begun to stir emotions deep within the stony depths of his heart,
emotions that had yet to truly touch the sorcerer. But they were there, along
with his darker nature that was awakening. The demon in him stirred, rousing
itself at the taste of the blood, the scent of the magic that was so delicious.
His nostrils flared, breathing in the sweet, pure scent of this woman and both
sides of him, demon and kaldorei, were in accord about one thing: she belonged
to them. Yes. The druid was theirs.

The demon purred in a deep rumble of
silent words that only Illidan understood emerging from it. �Ours. She belongs to us, this sweet
virginal being of power and life. We have marked her. We have claimed her.
She will always belong to us.

Yes, Illidan
replied, his arms crushing the willing body of Shayl to his own. She's.. Mine.

Shayl writhed beneath him, against him.
Pleasure throbbed through them both, her breathing coming in deeper, greater
gasps of sound as she pushed up against him. A warmth deep in her body spread
to caress the very tips of her toes and fingers, ecstasy building higher and
higher as the druid's hands clutched even more tightly at his back, fingers
curling over the bases of both broad, powerful wings that were swept up into
the air, Illidan's body curled over her own in a possessive manner. Both druid
and sorcerer rocked and at last, a pleasure burst in the druid's mind, a rush
of beautifully sublime emotions before she sank down, down, down into a bloody
warmth that rocked her to sleep. Above her, Illidan snarled, shuddering in
undeniable pleasure, fingers slowly shredding the thick mattress beneath
Shayl's body. Then, something made him lift his head. Shayl wasn't moving and
her pulse was weakening, fluttering faintly beneath her skin. Blood running
down his chin, blood that was a dark purple in color, the sorcerer inhaled
before he bellowed out a single word, screaming for one of his generals.

"Kael!"

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The blood elf rose to his feet, adjusting
the priest's robes that hung from his tall figure. A small breath was taken,
chest rising beneath the thick fabric of his robes before he turned to look at
the scowling face of his lord and master, trying not to squirm under Kael or
Vashj's piercing looks either. But it was the temperament of Illidan that had
all three in the room with him on pure edge. It seemed that he'd snap at any
moment and they were trying to avoid that for now. Taking a small glance over
his shoulder at the woman lying on the cot, the priest took in another breath
before speaking. But before any words could escape his mouth, Illidan spoke up
before them all, his voice full of a dire promise of pain if the priest didn't
answer the sorcerer correctly.

"Tell me the truth. Will that woman
be alright?!"

Thylos hesitated, his mouth opening before
he stole another glance over his shoulder. Shayl was lying beneath a thick
blanket, her already pale skin even more pale while a large bruise still
covered the side of her neck, the flesh raised upwards about the wound upon it.
The druid had also developed a high fever which was a result he surmised due to
the sudden loss of not only a good deal of blood but almost all of her magic as
well. Turning his green eyes forward again, he looked up into the face of the
man who had taken sudden control of his people with such ease.

"Yes, my lord. She will be, provided
that she is simply given time to rest. Her body has suffered a dreadful shock
and as a result will need time to recover everything that it lost today. That
is, unfortunately, all that I can really do for her at the moment. Perhaps if
she was taken into the moonlight tonight.. It is a full moon and it just might
help her."

Falling silent, the trio in the room
watched the expressions on Illidan's face change. Brooding anger turned to
thoughtful scowling which became stony resignation. But a black tongue ran
across what blood remained on those lips and a faint smile, almost lovingly
cruel, seemed to ghost the mouth of the half-demon. At last, one broad hand
lifted and Illidan flicked it at the door, silently ordering them to leave.
Kael exited first, followed by Vashj while the priest brought up the rear. A
single lingering glace was cast partially over the white adorned shoulder
before the door shut behind Thylos. Rising to what passed for his feet as he
had hooves now instead of a normal foot, the hybrid stepped over to the cot the
young druid was resting on and knelt beside her. Slowly, one powerful finger
reached out, trailing over that plump bottom lip. Powerful muscles upon his
chest flexed and hardened as a deep breath was taken in, lines of hard flesh
straining against the bandages that wrapped around them before the hiss of air
signified the exhale from his mouth, words coming with it, words that the woman
wouldn't hear, words that Illidan himself wasn't sure as to where they came
from.

"Why.. do I worry over you? Why did my
heart stop when you fell limp and still under me? I couldn't possibly be
growing to care for you. No, that would be a foolish thing to do for you are a
foolish woman. You're not even a woman but a mere stripling of a child!"

� And yet.. The memory of her body beneath
his had Illidan's throat rumbling in a deep growl of mild pleasure, the
sorcerer tilting his head downwards lightly to study the prone form of the
druid, her green-capped head visible while the blankets pulled up to her chin
concealed the rest of her body from his view. True, he could make out the shape
of it beneath the layers of thick, warm cloth, but the true curves and slopes
of that powerfully lean figure were concealed even from his odd way of viewing
the world. One hand touched the edge of the blankets, half tempted to remove
them from her body before Illidan forced himself to stand, moving away from the
source of the temptation. Imbued with her magic that burned and fueled his
body, giving him strength that he much needed, the half-breed left the cabin,
stepping out onto the deck.

Behind him, Shayl stirred briefly before
settling down, a soft sigh escaping her lips, carrying a word with it.

"Illidan�"

Out on the deck he stood, upon the planks
of the ship, mind dwelling on one other unusual fact. The fact that the girl
had given him her magic so freely

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Arc- Woo! And
that's the end of chapter six! (victory pose)
Illidan-
(snorts loudly and just grumbles about being compensated)

Shayl- (sighs and then touches her neck gingerly)
Arc- Alright, so
before anyone freaks out and goes "WTF?!" over how Illidan fed upon
Shayl, it's simple. I was watching Blade while writing this chapter and I was
wondering how would Illidan fed on Shayl in a manner that's different and
unique and totally hot and sexy all at once? XD And there was the answer in the
movie. So, I hope that you guys liked. Hehehehe. :3 I want at least five
reviews, people! Besides, he is addicted to the arcane magics and I was unsure
of how to have him feed on Shayl. So this worked quite well for me.
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