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The Path to Heroism	By : cyberdemon107 Category: +S through Z > WAKFU MMORPG Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Days dragged by slowly. The caravan was pulling through a loose forest. Rangers and Sentinels must have worked their share, because the land reeked of serenity. Sunlight danced across clover fields, dotted by red poppies and blue amakna flowers. The horizon stretched for miles, disappearing behind the tree line. The whole place felt so alien to Zell. The cape made it too hot in the sunlight, the mask was stifling. And his skin easily burned. He spent days under the shade of the wagons, mixing alchemicals and sharpening tools for his hosts. At night he would dash through the moonlit fields, to keep his strength up. But every free minute he was at her side. This was both everything and nothing like with his father. There was nothing noble that almost got his best friend killed. Thank Sram's lucky stars there was an Eniripsa of great skill aboard the caravan. He could still remember the sweat pour down the man's gaunt face, as his dexterous hands pained arcane glyphs on the girl's pale skin for what seemed like hours. He could feel the agonizing crunch of setting bone. He could hear the painful gasp as she woke briefly, as they struggled to force a potion into her mouth. The painful memory would not leave him. Day after day he spent clutching her hand. He prayed to the god of shadow, ready to pay any price to see her smile again. But only silence came. The words of Goultard mocked him without rest. Even in the travelers compassionate smiles he could feel unease. But he had to admit, they were what kept him sane. After years alone, he was so unprepared for the pain of separation�
The day was slightly overcast, making it just tolerable enough to go outside. Zell's keen senses traced the perimeter in all directions. A path through the grass lead to an isolated grove. Animal trail to water. A quick jog to the first wagon and the caravan came to a halt. The Emelkans untied their animals, setting them to graze. Kids ran around picking flowers. Zell grabbed some water skins and made a dash to the grove. He was absolutely right; a spring was nestled among the trees. The gentle sound or rolling water and the shade were intensely relaxing. He filled the bags, and then took a look at the sun. There was plenty of time. His shirt came off, to enjoy the cool moisture. Reminded him of the forest, and the rain. Reminded him of his growing laxity in training. He yanked a rope dart off his belt and took a stance on the stones. The shimmering steel blade came to life with a buzz. It cut the air with violent force, changing direction and range. From ten paces to one. Suddenly it rapidly recoiled in his hands. The Sram turned towards an unseen intruder.
"I heard you. What do you want?"
A girl with patchy clothes and dirty hair briskly strolled from behind the trees. Zell's mind raced� Rian, from the second wagon. Stowaway from two days ago. Never spoke with her. Trying to sound as casual as possible he spoke :
"So, what brings you here?"
"Going off alone in an unfamiliar place was a mistake" A grin crept across her face, grey eyes glittering with unseen thoughts. Zell twitched and dropped to a stance. What did she mean? A stalker? No, a sleeper!
"I'll make you a deal. My friends are coming soon, they take what they can and you don't get in the way, cutie."
"You know I can't let you do that. My friend is aboard"
"I can make you forget about her."
"I'll pass. Loyalty is a virtue"
"Lying to me is fine. Don't lie to yourself." Zell was surprised, but didn't move. She kept going around the clearing, dropping her tattered coat, exposing her tattooed back with a tightly wound sari. A heart adorned her left breast.
"You can't be serious. You think that girl is something special? You think you have some future together? The airhead is dragging you into a pointless quest of empty heroics that will lead to even greater pain. Stick with her and she will die in your arms in a year, tops." Zell grit his teeth.
"You should leave"
"And what is this quest you're on, exactly? Oh, it seems I struck a nerve. She never told you. She is just looking for a creative way to die, and probably get a statue built after her. Look inside yourself. You're sick of the meaningless heroics, and you aren't prepared for the pain of losing her a second time. And the thought that you won't grow old together, won't marry or have kids must hurt more than anything you've ever felt in battle" The thought was agonizing. She was absolutely right. But the pain of betrayal would never compare to this suffering. He would endure.
"Shut up, right this second"
"Come on, I bet she was just your first and you cling like a leaf to her backside. Want to have a little fun?" One hand untied a knot and the sari dropped to the ground. "If you beat me, you get to have me." She giggled "And if not, well� then you won't enjoy it."
"Come on, admit it. You're tired of the pain. A part of you just wants her� gone"
With the sound of a guitar string the rope dart jerked forward, right at the grinning face. She stopped it with an open palm, knife sending splashes of blood in her eyes. Unprepared, he found the rope pulled from his hands, towards her. He was caught flat-footed, and a kick to the stomach sent him rolling in pain. Getting up he could see the girl was in to hurry. She pulled out the knife and seductively began to trace a spiraling glyph on her stomach. Her bloodied fingers followed her perky breasts, across the tan abs, in an intricate tribal pattern. Her grin widened, baring sharp teeth. Why didn't he bring more daggers? No, no more composure. He would protect the villagers and Eliandra Tedenkim. With a "Fade" he was gone, and like a specter came down on her. An unseen force kicked her in the ribs. Then a right hook to the jaw.
"Last warning. Come near us again and�" A hard punch flattened her nose, sending blood all over the face. She stepped back, but continued grinning. He really hated that smile, those pearly sharp teeth covered in blood. A high kick flew at her face, but with both hands she stopped it. He felt himself propelled through the air, smashing into the trees
"Wahahahaha that's the best you can whip up? Invisibility?" And Zell could not believe his eyes. She grabbed the tattoo like loose clothing and dragged it clean off her body. A crimson streak stayed in place, but the coils were free, and appeared to be alive. It spun in the air, longer and faster. Then with a wicked howl the whip cut through the surrounding foliage. Branches and flowers flew aside. A stone cut in half like with a magic blade. Zell dashed to a tree, but the tip grazed the trunk, sending splinters. The branch shook, and the Sram barely kept balance. Oh no, she must have seen. The whip coiled around his torso, burning like molten iron and slammed him into the stones below. Before he could react she was on top. A desperate punch wasn't even blocked, landing straight on her brow. She grabbed both of his wrists and pressed them behind his back. The burning, sticky mess seized all movement. The girl grabbed his hair and leaned in, biting both her lips. A nauseating taste of blood filled his mouth as she kissed him. He could feel it, being forced down his throat. He wanted to gag but couldn't. And something in the blood, some magic force. He could feel the Wakfu of the girl flow through his lips.
The warm coppery taste penetrated his senses. Something invaded his mind, made his vision blurry and his body feverish. The grey eyes stared unblinking at his helpless face in silent mockery, and then a chuckle came. Zell would not be beat. With every ounce of his strength he popped his shoulder, wrestling arms from beneath. In bitter agony his fingers grabbed her throat, but she just brushed them aside with one hand. He never felt so powerless.
"Save your strength, cutie" said the girl, as her sticky hands ripped off his trousers. He could only watch as her lips explored his penis, the sharp teeth teasing the skin. His will screamed to fight back, but no part of him could obey. And more of him was enjoying it. Her tongue went up and down the shaft, leaving streaks of her blood on it. The nipples of her breasts pressed into his thighs as she noisily slurped in enjoyment. Then she rose. The patchy skirt flew off. One hand on a breast another below, she guided him in. The tight muscles of her pussy gripped the young Sram like a vice. The tattoo flowed all over her body, coiling up her torso and across her breasts in a hypnotic rhythm. Each slow, soft push he went deeper into the moist depths. She grabbed his hands and guided them towards her breasts. The binding broke. He could feel the tan skin, slick from blood and sweat. Without thinking he gripped the firm breasts as she arched her back and let out a moan. The tattoo burned right beneath the skin, but his hands could not let go. He switched grip, without accord, and pinched the hard bumps of her nipples, sending her cooing in pleasure. She leaned again, kissing his lips and biting the lower one, pulling it coyly. Unable to resist, all he could do was kiss back, as she pushed his penis deeper.
Then she rose, pulling him out with a "splat". A bloodied hand crept towards her pubes, redirecting his penis further back. He could feel the throb of her anus, pressing firmly on the head of his dick. She chuckled:
"I heard Srams prefer to do it from behind, right?" The sphincter pulsed in anticipation, and with a sudden push, she forced him inside with all her weight. With all his strength his fingernails dug into the ground. A voiceless scream split his lips while Rian howled in ecstasy. As her hips moved up and down he could hardly breathe. The muscles seized his girth like a jungle python, but all her weight forced him deep inside. Her moans were hypnotic, driving him crazy. She thrust harder, and her tender breasts shook with the force of each impact. Zell wanted to come, but couldn't. Something inside him held tight. All of his muscles burned, and each shock felt like a punch. His penis burned as it pierced the tightness of her flesh, with the determination of a dagger. He could no longer move at all, save for labored breathing. Her fingers crept towards her pubes, slipping inside. Like a jungle cat she arched back, the glyphs aglow with crimson. He could feel her muscles tense, gripping him harder than ever before. Then she came down hard, gripping his back with sharp fingernails. A foreign tongue whispered something in his ear and Zell let go. His exhausted body pushed a jet of come into the burning depths of the girl's tight ass. Barely breathing he could feel her dirty bloodied hair on his face, and then a knife on his chin. With a chuckle the voice whispered malevolently.
"Not too bad huh? At least you stayed conscious. So how about it?" she stood up, streams of red across her body and a white one down her thigh. Breasts heaved with heavy breaths. A cold slippery hand gripped his throat, while the other twirled what was left of the rope dart "Last chance. Forget the Iop, come with me. You never have to see her again" Zell looked into her eyes. His vision blurred and body ached as the unseen magic continued to ravage him from inside. This had to be some sick joke. Eliandra Tedenkim was badly sick, waiting back at the caravan. And he let himself get� tangled in this mess? Fear turned to contempt as he stared into the smiling grey eyes, into the tan face adorned with sharp tattoos on the cheeks. He spit blood right in her face and coughed out:
"No thanks, I think I'd rather die"
The grin left momentarily, as she prepared to speak. She opened her mouth but something interrupted her. Something flew in from behind. A tree branch caught her midsection with terrifying force, and sent her flying into the stream. The club disintegrated into a cloud of splinters and the water took to the sky from the violent impact. Zell dropped to the ground, powerless. A white tunic fluttered, adorned with a crimson sword. Milky white eyes and a flash of orange hair, flowing in the turbulence. His salvation had arrived.
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