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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Gravitation
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
� "Pain" � Three Days Grace

"I am the Hand of Justice, Illidan.
Long ago, I swore an oath to keep you chained... and by all the Gods - I
shall!" - Maiev

And thank you guys, for the reviews!

Kharo
- Well, here you go hun. ;3

DMTucker
- Yes, it's Warhammer. But not quite the one I'm
looking for. xD Almost got
it.

Aranazul
- (bows) Congratulations. You got it. I'll admit that I completely forgot about
the cameo bit so it'll have to be worked into the next chapter. But you'll get
it. Promise. ;D

moon_muse
- Plenty of problems. X3 Here ya go. Get to see
exactly WHAT she's doing.

Less
Than Three - Well, here ya
go! :D Continued, as per request! Yay!

Author Notes
- Oh, one other thing. Words like this are in Darnassian and words like this
are in the language of Sindassi, which is the language of the
Sin'Dorei, who are the blood elves. And then stuff like � this �
is memories. We all clear? Good. :3

Warning! Brief smut in the chapter. Don't read if you don't like it.
Illidan/Maiev

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Now, on with the show! :D

Be warned. Maiev/Illidan
smut ahead.

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Like a beast in a cage, Maiev Shadowsong
paced the cell she had been placed in.

Bare feet carried the former Warden along
the walls of the ten foot by ten foot jail cell she'd been given, a barred
window leaving her free to taste the fresh air while a reinforced door was
guarded on the outside by two massive naga warriors. Silver eyes narrowed in
slender features before she'd give an impatient swipe of her hand at the dark
purple strands, feeling quite naked without her armor and weapons.

As soon as she had been grabbed, or almost
as soon, the nagas and blood elves had held her and stripped her down to
nothing more then the simple clothing she wore beneath all the trappings that
proclaimed her status as a Warden. Gleaming eyes of silver flitted to the
window and Maiev stepped over to it, resting a hand against the bars as she
felt the warm, stagnant air of Draenor whispering into the room and then back
out of it again, as if Draenor itself was rejecting the taste of her. Lips
would pull back from her teeth in a silent growl of rage, the Warden giving her
head a quick, simple shake of motion.

Then, the sound of hooves coming down the
hall pulled her attention from the window and Maiev turned to face the door,
silhouetting herself against the evening dusk, staring intently at the
steel-bound slab of oak that was the door. Then, the sound of the bar being
lifted sounded loudly in her ears, wood scraping harshly across the rough steel
holders that were set up to keep that beam of wood in place and the door began
to swing inwards. It opened only from that side, Maiev found out, and her lips would
pull back even further from her teeth as she saw Illidan's massive form ducking
its head as he stepped through the door, slipping in before standing upright,
forcing her to crane her neck upwards in order to keep his face in view.

"Ah, Warden Shadowsong," Illidan
murmured half to himself. "You're looking quite well. And here I thought
you had died out in the sands of Draenor. A pity that such a thing failed to
occur; otherwise I'd be occupying myself with other things that are much more
pleasurable then speaking to such a psychotic bitch as yourself."

His only warning was a hissing indrawn
shriek of breath before Maiev launched herself at the large man, not caring at
the moment that he was half of a demon or one of the most powerful sorcerers
alive or even that he was as thickly muscled as ever. Her shoulder drove into
his midriff, the bone almost seeming to shatter while Maiev would simply bounce
back from his hard abdomen with a cry of pain before that cry was doubly
increased as she found herself grabbed by the throat, Illidan slamming her into
the wall nearby, his head drawing closer to hers.

"What were you hoping to accomplish
with that foolhardy maneuver, Maiev? An attempt to hurt me?
Foolish woman. You've never been able to hurt me with
such puny tricks like that. Why are you even here, hmm? Hoping to succeed in
killing me at last? Such a foolish woman, Maiev."

His breath washed across her features,
Maiev being surprised by the pleasantly minty smell
of it. Before, it had been simply his breath, colored by whatever food he'd
consumed or sometimes it was tinted with the smell of water. But mints? Mints and Illidan? That was quite unusual indeed. The
Watcher simply glared up at him before she finally parted her lips, finely
formed mouth twisting to spew venom, white teeth flashing in her mouth as her
own hands rose, sharp nails digging into his throat as she snarled out a reply
in turn, growing more aroused by the moment as she felt his own erection
pressing into her body in a familiar manner.

"I'm here because this is all your fault! Without you, I am nothing! All I have left
in my life is you, you bastard. I exist only because I must kill you, Illidan!"
Maiev hissed at him, fingers tightening on their hold.

How unusually attractive his new form was
to her, even after the fact that Maiev had gotten plenty of time to study it.
At first, she had been repulsed by the horns and the hooves. The wings,
however, had fascinated her and when she and her sisters had captured him, Maiev
had turned her attention upon those first, finding out how sensitive they were
with open ease as she had taken an opportunity to clamber into his cage,
interrogating him and how delightful that had been, tormenting the man. And how
Illidan had loathed her for bringing that weakness into painfully obvious light
for he had felt her touches on his wings more then once until Kael and Vashj
had freed him, which had been both a relief and a torment for the half-breed.

But then had come Northrend and Shayl and
it had all changed. Illidan's throat flexed as Maiev's hands removed themselves
from his neck, her arms creeping beneath his before he hissed and bucked wildly
against her when he felt her nails running between two of the elongated lines
of bones that formed the vague image of a spidery hand upon those powerful
wings. The Warden moaned in pleasure as Illidan's bucking pushed his aroused
body into her own repeatedly and she kept repeating the motion. How deliciously
twisted this was, they both felt, how twisted and how horrible. His jaw set,
the half-breed spoke through gritted teeth, voice harsh.

"Woman.. you drive me to distraction, as always. This will gain you
nothing from me? Do you hear me, understand me, Maiev? Nothing!"

This was an all too familiar scene for
them both, Illidan thought to himself. The Warden twisted against him, the pair
finding an insane attraction to one another in their hatred. No feelings of
affectionate softness had ever twisted their way through the half-breed's heart
for the woman before him. No. Too many times she had lured him into a false
sense of acceptance, only to throw things back into his face over the hundred
centuries in which he'd been imprisoned beneath the earth. But they had found
an attraction to each other, an attraction that was dangerous and alluring to
both of them.

Glare met glare, silver eyes blazing into
pools of amber smoke before his head plunged down, teeth clamping upon her
mouth gently as the two kissed, clawing and hissing at one another. Illidan
stumbled backwards, supporting her weight as Maiev rode his hips, clutching at
him with arms and legs. True, Illidan was growing fond of Shayl; there was no
mistake about that. But he was a strong man with passions that ran deep and a
relationship of violence and hate such as the one he and Maiev shared was not
something that could be thrown away at a whim. It would take years for such a
thing to fade. Yes, Illidan wanted Shayl, but Maiev was here and now and she
was conveniently placed upon him.

He would never know if it was her hands or
his that tore at the laces of his pants, the string coming free and allowing
his thick arousal to press against her body. Maiev rocked against her former
captive, reveling in the snarl that he threw her way, a moan underneath the
angered sound. Her clothing was easy to pull open and she hissed loudly, nails
digging into his back as Illidan thrust a large hand between her thighs,
roughened fingertips stroking over the soft folds of her body's netherlips, the demonically-inclined male dragging his
sharp nails across her, careful not to draw blood. Parting the slick, swollen
lines of flesh, he allowed his finger to stroke upwards between them, causing
the woman pinned to the wall to moan and shudder, a shriek of pleasure escaping
her as Illidan found the swollen nub set at the apex of her folds and he gave
it a firm pinch.

Then, he was being drawn between her legs,
feeling them go around his waist and his hands were on her hips as he plunged
into her, a moan escaping both lovers as pleasure rattled them both. Desire
rose Illidan, digging its spurs in deeply; his nostrils flaring like a
stallion's, the large man began to move his hips, Maiev rocking against him as
he pulled back and returned in surging thrusts into her body. While this was
full of pleasure for him, yes, Illidan found it.. lacking, for want of a better word. That didn't mean he
wasn't enjoying it. Oh, far from it. His thrusting grew wilder and rougher at
Maiev's urging and the man growled viciously, feeling her body tighten upon him as she shifted her legs to draw him even
closer.

They knew each other well, knew how to
read the signs and both knew that release was approaching. Maiev raked her
nails across his back, feeling the raised lines of skin where her touches had
left welts. A frown touched her face before her head dipped back and she moaned
again before suddenly slashing her now curving fingers across the back of her
lover, drawing blood now. Illidan gasped slightly before he threw his head back
with a snarled moan, his fingers digging into the skin upon her hips, drawing blood
in return. Tension grew in them both, Maiev clinging to him now while he rocked
hard, panting escaping them both like animals. Then, the tension which had
wound up so tight in the pair suddenly broke apart and they bellowed their
release to the entire temple, Maiev's shriek of pleasure mingling with
Illidan's roar.

And far above the dungeons, in a room
where unseeing hands worked, their owner grew still, recognizing the deeper
baritone that ripped through the air. The priest watched as Shayl's face seemed
to grow pale before a frown would slowly crease its way over her pretty
features and she abruptly turned and left with a curt farewell.

True, she had not been down to the
dungeons before, but something pulled Shayl downwards. The druid moved with her
typical silent grace, one hand upon the wall as she walked along, guiding her
until the girl came to a halt, smelling the brine scent of the naga guards
stationed outside of the door. A frown grew on her face as she listened to
their hissing chuckles of sound, the comments making her jaw tighten and then
the door swung open and Illidan stepped into the hallway, silencing them both
with a glare. Shayl drew back, pressing herself against the wall, feeling his
presence pull near. He was distracted enough that he passed by her, coming to a
halt only after he'd stepped away and had one foot set on a stair a few feet
above her. Then, Illidan swung about, facing her intently.

It had been her scent that had given her
away and Illidan could only wonder at how distracted he'd been that he hadn't
noticed the druid standing there before hand. The daemon in him stirred,
awakening now in her presence when Maiev had not even bothered the beast that
dwelt deep within his soul. Standing there before her, feeling the unusual
embers of her rage heating the air, Illidan suddenly and inexplicably felt
guilty for what he had just done. The daemon put off feelings of disgust, well
aware of the physical act he had performed with Maiev, its distaste for the
Warden clear while the desire it had for Shayl was overpowering to the point
where he found himself standing before her, awaiting whatever fate had in store
for her in terms of her wrath. The silence grew and then she turned and walked
away, her anger clear as it simmered in the air. Illidan didn't bother trying
to go after her for he simply would shake his head, swallowing before going to
bathe.

Shayl came to a halt in front of the
guards, their barbed jaws twitching as teeth would flash in their mouths, the
one positioned upon the right finally speaking. Their tridents gleamed, and
this close to the nagas, the druid could smell their salty sea aromas with
ease, mingling with a subtle taste of blood, speaking of their preference for
meats.

"What do you want, woman?"

"Let me in to see the prisoner."

The two glanced between each other before
the one who spoke shrugged and opened the door for her. Shayl moved forward,
chin lifted and her nose wrinkled as the druid smelled the aroma of spent
passion upon the air, the musk that had been created between Maiev and
Illidan's mating rubbing the druid the entirely wrong way. Why she was so
incensed about this, Shayl was unsure. She knew she was developing some kind of
feelings for Illidan and while he infuriated her, drove her nuts with his
demands and believed he could order her about, he had always treated her with
gruff respect. The druid kept telling herself that she was angry because of his
earlier actions in seeming interested in her before he had simply dumped her on
Kael and Vashj, taking off down to the dungeons.

Maiev was cleaning up the best she could,
washing her thighs and groin, when she heard the door open. Straightening up,
the Warden turned to survey the entry into the small chamber and her eyes
widened in surprise to find a youthful kaldorei face there. The gold eyes
intrigued her for she remembered Illidan's eyes being that deep, soul-seeing
gold before he'd given them up for his power. But their gaze was fixed on the
corner, the stare unnerving and unblinking and Maiev realized now that the girl
was blind. Then, a smirk crossed her lips as she thought of why the girl would
be here.

"What
do you want, woman?" Maiev asked, speaking in kaldorei, just to see if
this girl hadn't been so corrupted that she could not answer back in that
beautifully mournful tongue.

"I
came to meet the one whom Illidan occupied himself
with. And from what he has told me about you, along with what I've heard from
Kael, I seek now to understand why he would even bother mating with you, warden."

Oh, yes, as soon as Illidan had slammed
the door shut, Shayl had leapt upon Kael and Vashj, interrogating them
relentlessly for information. And what she'd learned hadn't been much, but it
had been enough. This was the woman who had kept Illidan imprisoned for ten
thousand years. This was the woman who had captured him again in Outland. This
was the woman who wanted to kill him.

Shayl loathed her.

And the feeling was mutual.

In Shayl, Maiev saw that there was
something about her that she would never have. She had hold of Illidan's
attentions in a manner that would never occur for the Warden and she continued
to look the druid over before her eyes widened and the older woman stepped
forward, ignoring the wrinkled grimace that spread over the druid's delicate
features. Strong hands would grab Shayl, ignoring her struggles, and Shayl's
head was wrenched to the side, exposing the healing bite wound upon Shayl's
slender neck. It still had not healed, thanks to the druid's habit of picking
at it, but it was already scarring upon her neck, a clear mark from Illidan
standing out white against her soft lavender skin, claiming the woman as his
own.

"Let
go of me!"

Shayl's hands rose as she clawed at the
Warden's grip, her nails scratching at Maiev's skin, drawing blood. The Warden,
in return, slapped her.

That was the last straw as far as Shayl
was concerned. With shrieks of anger, the pair fell upon one another, fighting
with their bare hands. Or, at least Shayl fought with her bare hands. But Maiev
was older and craftier and she had spent time in the cell, long enough to break
off a shank from the bed and she had sharpened it over several long hours. It
was kept in her sleeve and now she slipped it out. Let Illidan bring his wrath
down upon her! Maiev hated Shayl for having that mark, for being so goodly pure and innocent. As she punched
the girl in the face, the Warden dove at her, the shank in her hand as she
tried to plunge it into the druid's heart, seeking to end the fight. But
Shayl felt something was off and she dove to the side, her battered form
speaking a mute testament to Maiev's skill.

Shayl let out a shrill cry of pain as the
shank plunged into her body, convulsing and dropping onto the floor. Maiev bent
down and yanked the weapon free, glaring down at her before the Warden
wordlessly raised her hand, preparing to drive it into Shayl's neck when the
girl's body warped and convulsed again. Then, Shayl's form rippled and it changed. Clothes became fur, a long tail
sprouted and her stance went from two legs to four. A deep snarl escaped the
throat of the panther before her and Maiev let out a curse before diving at the
transformed druid.

A large paw met her dive, slapping her
across the room. Maiev was too stunned by the powerful blow to twist about and
her head connected painfully hard with the wall, knocking her out. The panther
padded over to her and nudged the Warden, making sure she wasn't dead; no
matter how much hate the druid felt about this woman for her past deeds, she
was a preserver of life to the end. Shayl felt blood running down her side and
the transformation had taken a lot out of her. Slowly, painfully, she forced
herself back into her elf shape and collapsed upon her hands and knees. Then,
forcing herself upright, concealing her wound with her arm, she left the cell
and hurried up the stairs. But she didn't head to Illidan's bedchambers.

No, instead of the typical route of up and
right, she went forward, slipping out of the Temple through the front gates,
letting out a glib answer that Illidan was sending her to look for some kind of
plant he had heard might help to heal the wound upon his chest. The guards
merely wished her good fortune and Shayl smiled a trembling smile before loping
out of sight. But, as soon as she knew she could escape, the girl's form
changed again and she was once more the panther. The druid ran and ran until
she could run no more. Rustles from nearby told her of bushes and the girl
spoke to the earth in silent tones, asking if there was a safe place she could
sleep. Rumbling in answer, the land provided her with a shallow cave, perfect
for her. Crawling into it, muscles shaking with exhaustion, Shayl curled up and
fell into a deep sleep.

Back at the temple, however, things
weren't going very well. The hours passed and Illidan finally began to wonder
what was going on, the daemon in him and the man himself growing mildly worried
about the druid's absence. At last, he dispatched Kael into going to find her.
The lord of Outland sat in a chair, leaning against the plush cushions as he
held onto a goblet of wine. Why had he not bothered to confront Shayl about
what he'd done..? The answer was simple. Illidan was afraid. Afraid of losing
her if he told her what he'd done. The why of it was unimportant at the moment;
he only knew that if he told her and she turned away
from him that something inside of him would break and be gone forever. Lifting
the goblet of wine to his lips, he drank deeply, Illidan's thoughts his only
company when he heard the door open and Kael approach. The master of the temple
remained silent, waiting for his lieutenant to speak.

He didn't have long to wait.

"Shayl.. The
druid, my lord.. She's.. gone."

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And that, folks, wraps up the latest chapter.
Oh my. Illidan, you naughty, naughty man. Hurting poor
Shayl like that when you know that she obviously has a crush on you and letting
your ex stab her. Bad Illidan. Bad,
BAD Illidan.

Illidan-
(growling)
Shayl-
(ignoring him, scowling viciously)

Well, folks, what do you think is gonna happen in the next chapter? Don't worry, Shayl will
be fine. And she'll be back with Illidan before the chapter's
over. I'll just leave you all to gnaw on this one.

Illidan-
THIS IS HER FAULT! (trying, unsuccessfully, to
convince Shayl that his sleeping with Maiev is Arc's fault)
Shayl-
Hmf! Yeah, right!

� Uhm, anyways! Review,
people! I wanna see fifteen of them for this latest
chapter. >=) Mwahahahaha.
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