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 Eight Blood smeared his face, hands stained deep crimson they trembled while clutching a heavy two handed hax. His breath came out in short pants, the blood haze fading back to the reality that was glaring before him. The dust from the areana flooded his nostril making them itchy and dry and his ears deafended by the roar of the crowd surrounding him but he could feel tension and a great sadness that was almost sickening. His eyes travelled down the blade of the axe to the crumpled body before him. Why couldn't he remember whom he was fighting and now laying dead before his feet? Confused he leaned down to touched the dead Tauren before him, his fur still pliable to the touch and the skin beneath still warm. He noticed scattered wood around them as he crouched further down, using his strength he pushed the body over. The blood drained from his face as the blank, souless eyes of Cairne came into view as the body rolled over. Bile rose from his stomach and it took all of his will power he had left to not throw up. The roar of the crowed made him ill and dizzy as questions flooded his mind of why? What have I done? He remembered nothing of fighting the old Chieftan, just the haze of battle. His gaze shifted to the axe that had no distinguishable features a moment ago seem to materialize into Gorehowl. Garrosh Hellscream's reclaimed axe from his late father. Shock and disgust raced through out his body, discarding the axe on the dirt floor of the arena, standing up stunned and in despair. As he stood the outlines from the braziers caught flicking shadows of his shadows and it was not of a man that but of an Orc and it was in conclusion Garrosh Hellscream had killed Cairne Bloodhoof of the Horde. His vision was transfixed on the shadows and they flickered again with another shadow behind Garrosh's. From what he could make out it was a female Tauren, standing proud yet he could here her the malice laughter mixing in with the cheering crowd as the arena faded away to darkness... ****************************** Kaijin woke up in a cold sweat, jolting awake, his vision fuzzy and could still almost feel the blood caking his face from his dream. He wiped the sweat with trembling hands, gulping in the morning air that drifted from the small window of this grand room. It didn't ease the sickness he felt in the pit of his stomach as he stood on wobbly legs, his hands clutching the bars of his cage. The cage he was in was only barely big enough to stand and sleep. It was bolt to the steel floor in the room the same with his shackles that enclosed around his ankles, wrists and neck in a vice grip and chafed at his skin. He gazed around the room, noting how big this mere sleeping quarter was for a single person. The most prominent feature of the room was the steel bed which was draped in furs and linen sheets. It screamed primal in every way the more he gazed at it. His eyes shifted to the large metal table in the centre of the room where various parchment scrolls were scattered about, the large metal chair was askew from its potion from the table with a smaller table beside it that held fresh meat and fruit. But the main occupant that owned this room was no where to be seen. Sighing the human decided to make use of his pent up frustration and gripped the bars, repositioning his feet so his body was at an angle and pushed away from the bars, doing push ups against the metal bars. It was better then being idle he thought. The images of Cairne's death kept playing out in his mind though and would not weaver. His delimma was should he advise Garrosh to not make any rash decisions concerning the Chieftain or warn Cairne of his dream? Perhaps both? Kaijin grunted as he finished another rep. It was easier to inform Thrall of such things, he still couldn't trust Garrosh since he was blackmailing him to be his ever loyal slave. He stopped mid push as he heard the door creak open. From the corner of his eye he saw Garrosh storming in with another Orc, a warlord he presumed judging by his armour and battle scars. Garrosh sat behind his table still only wearing his evening garb of leather pants, guess he was called down while he was still sleeping Kaijin assumed. The Warchief filled his goblet with water from the pitcher. “Report!” He snapped, clearly agitated. The warlord stood to attention. “Warchief, Northwatch has been recruiting en mass more allies.” He unrolled a scroll scanning it quickly. “Their last ship had over 50 odd soldiers and that was from last night, sir.” “How many in total have been transported to Northwatch?” “Well over 400 sir. They have been recruiting since the beginning of the week.” The warlord looked at Garrosh grimly. “I think they mean to attack.” The Warchief sat back in his chair, absorbing the information the warlord had presented him with. Garrosh wasn't particularly worried since he was confident that his army could take them down in one encounter. Though the problem laid with if they were going to attack where would they strike first? “Thank you for your report Warlord Durnk.” Garrosh said. “Keep watch over this situation, if anymore suspicious activity ensues report immediately.” Durnk pounded he chest with his fist, “For the Horde!” before letting himself out. Garrosh reached for an apple from the fruit plate and bit deeply into it, the juices ran down his fingers be he didn't care. He turned his attention the the encased human, walking up to him. “As you heard Northwatch is building up their army.” he seriously. “Already violating the treaty as soon as Thrall left, how human of them.” Kaijin didn't answer him. He knew that Northwatch was violating the treaty they had by massing more soldiers into their ranks. For a small foothold they were not to go over certain boundaries as stated in the treaty. If they were going to wage more battles with the Horde the whole of the Barrens could become a conflict zone, more so then it already is. “Nothing to say to that hmmm?” Garrosh reached in the cage and grabbed the human's hair, slamming his face into the bars. “Or are you hiding information from me?” Kaijin shook his head, grimacing as his hair pulled painfully from Garrosh's grip. “No, I know nothing of their current situation.” He replied truthfully. “You are acting accordingly and proper as Warchief, which is quite surprising.” He was going to regret those words. The grip tightened, pulling his face harder into the bars. “That insolent tongue of yours needs a lesson on when not to make such comments.” The Orc's other hand sneaked into the cage and gripped the chain that connected to the shackle around Kaijn's neck and yanked it down hard causing the human to stumble onto his knees forcibly. Kaijin was now eye level with Garrosh's swollen member, that hung heavily in front of him. He adverted his eyes away feeling sick from what he knew what we was about to be doing. The grip in his hair returned forcing his head towards the engorged cock. “Now I know this isn't unfamiliar with you.” Garrosh jeered. “Start sucking you whore!” The human took a deep calming breath, he knew fighting against Garrosh would just lead to more damage on his person then just submitting fully. He let Garrosh guide his mouth to his member, taking the hot flesh into his mouth. He heard the Orc sigh in bliss as his mouth wrapped around the length and started to suck it firmly. Garrosh seemed to let him make his own rhythm for now which he was content with. His tongue lapped at the swollen head, tasting the precum on this tongue, it was bitter then he was used too and he grimaced inwardly but continued to suck the length 'eagerly'. Garrosh was getting bored of this slow pace and girpped the human's hair and started thrusting faster into Kaijin's mouth. His grunts echoed in the room, as he slammed his member deeper into the rogue's throat, moaning at the wetness and tightness as it gripped his cock. He looked down at the dishevelled human, he knew he was having a hard time breathing as his cock forced its way deeper but he didn't care. The pleasure was intoxicating and seeing human's eyes well up with tears beyond his control pushed Garrosh further. Kaijin was practically choking on Garrosh's cock. The warchief kept pushing deeper and deeper down his throat, it was taking will power not to gag and vomit. He just kept his mouth and throat as lax as he could as it was violated. He knew Garrosh was getting off seeing him in this pathetic state, he was disgusted with himself for being used like this and having no control over anything that was happening. Garrosh let out a deep moan as he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of Kaijn's abused mouth till he came with a grunt. Hot, bitter strings of seman slid down Kaijin's throat, he tried to back away feeling close to gaging, but Garrosh didn't till he was spent. Only then did he release his grip and Kaijin gasped and coughed, cum and spittle splattered onto the floor. Garrosh grinned darkly as he watched the human wither on the ground pathetically. He crouched down, gripping his hair again and making him look at him. The human was indeed a pathetic sight with cum dripping down his jaw and his lips bruising slightly. “From now on you are going to service me night and morning.” He stated. “I expect you to be sucking my cock in the morning and you on your knees by my bed at night, understood?” “Yes.” The human choked out. “Yes, master.” Garrosh corrected while grinning. “Yes, master.” Kaijin bit out. ************************** Kaijin stared at the building, watching the guards posted out side of it. What may look like a regular compound was the hidden prison. It was so hidden that most of the civilians of Orgimmar didn't even know it existed. This is were the most notorious criminal were housed and interrogated. Most of the time they died a slow death from their own mental break downs. Kaijin knew this building well and the routine of the guards. It was only a matter of time before the two guards on duty were going to do their rounds of the upper keep. A few moments later the two guards set off while one other guard took their place at the entrance. Kaijin kept to the shadows as he moved silently and quickly before shadowstepping behind the guard. Still stealthed he crept down the winding stairs silently. He picked locked the cell door quickly and efficiently and stepped into the prison corridor. It was damp and dank. The smell of earth and decay seemed to permeate the steel walls and air. He walked down the corridor, passing by heavy metal doors with nothing more then a small rectangle opening at top that served as peep hole. Those rooms were meant for the more rumbustious criminals or to torture those for information. The further down he walked the cells became more normal however were lessed used now a days. The simple barred doors that enclosed a very small space were there to house criminals waiting judgement or transferred there on temporary basis. Kaijin looked through the cells trying to find the one person he needed to speak with. He found Gromjil near the end of the corridor, hunched over in a corner, his arms strung high above him, shackled into the steel wall behind him. The human noted the variety of bruises that were scattered across his exposed blue flesh. The troll didn't even stir when he approached the grate. He slipped off his hooded mask, eyes worried. “Gromjil!” He whispered harshly trying not to yell too loud. “Gromjil it's me Kaijin!” He saw the troll stir slightly and lift his head. His eyes were glazed over from obvious drugging. “Kaijin?” His voice cracked. “What ya doin' 'ere mon?” His lips were dry like his mouth from the constant drugging. He couldn't even drink the soiled water if he wanted because of his shackled arms. The human crouched down low becoming eye level to Gromjil. “Trying to figure out a way to get you out of here.” He replied. Gromjil laughed hoarsley. “Ya should be worrin' more about yourself.” He sat up a little straighter, groaning slightly. Kaijin smiled slightly at his partner's worry, leaning his head against the cold bars. He just wanted to free Gromjil out at this very moment however, a best plan is a well laid out plan. There was no real point of doing anything initially risky... though being here was risky. “Actually you may not like what I have to ask.” The human asked grimly. The other rogue scoffed. “I already don't like how you are putting yourself in danger because of me.” He said, looking Kaijin in the eyes seriously. Kaijin gave Gromjil one of his handsome grins. “I'm a rogue. Danger is my middle name. You of all people should know this.” He replied simply. The troll sighed. It was true, he was a rogue and he needed to treat him as such and not a dainty maiden. “What do ya want ta ask?” He asked, getting serious. The rogue grinned more seeing that Gromjil was now acting like he should, serious and like a rogue. “Bu'laka. I need his location.” Kaijin waved off Gromjil's protest he knew what was going to erupt. “I know you don't like him however, he's the only one I can trust for a break out.” He explained. “Last I heard he was doin' business Stranglethorn Vale.” Gromjil said thinking out loud. “He has a between man to deliver requests here in Orgimmar by da name of Clutch. A goblin I believe that hangs around the Cleft of Shadows.” Kaijin nodded. “But remember this,” the troll said warned. “Bu'laka does nothing for free. I mean nothing.” The human nodded in understanding, standing up and slipped his hooded mask back over his head preparing to make his retreat back out. “Stay alive you hear.” He winked at the troll. Kaijin noticed the trolls face went from amusement to shock in mere seconds. Gromjil couldn't even utter a word of warning as he saw a shadowy figure approach Kaijin from behind, body taunt for attack. Kaijin barely had time to duck as the Orc slammed his fist against the wall where he once stood. The human swore under his breath as the Orc swung this fists with almost deadly accuracy at him. He rolled to the side, noting that the Orc wasn't unarmed but bore spiked knuckles on his hands as they connected with the floor. The hanging braziers flickered and swayed at the impacts of the Orcs fierce strikes. Kaijin noticed the long jagged scar that crossed the Orc's face and his sharp eyes. “Well, well,” He sneered. “Been a long while since a rogue dared stuck his nose in here.” He clenched his hands into fists. “Little boys shouldn't be sneaking into such dangerous area's.” He cackled. Kaijin started at the warden, not rising to the bait. He was unarmed but wasn't going to go down without a fight. He balled his fists, putting up his guard, silently challenging the other Orc. With a guttural battle cry the warden came rushing in, his fists poised for action. He was deadly accurate going for vital points that Kaijin was barely able to dodge. His spiked knuckles grazed the human's cheek and all Kaijin could do was block and dodge his quick attacks. The warden smirked, as the blood dripped and dried on the cloth of his mask. His attacker stepped in close, making the human stagger back into the gate behind him, and that was when the warden's knee came up and landed with a heavy thud into the human's belly which Kaijin was too late to block. Kaijin's breath was literally knocked out from him and pain flared through out his midsection. He slumped against his assailant's upraised knee dazed and in pain. 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