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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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A feeling of overwhelming joy filled the young Sram's mind, sending his spirit soaring. It's been an amazing week, and he experienced more than throughout most of his life. He gained a girlfriend, almost lost her, left his ancestral forest, got walloped and mounted by another girl... and now he was no longer alone in the world. To say he's never felt this way would be an understatement. Feeling his boney chest he could sense a beat, and a second, nearby. A transient pulse, reminding him that someone was there, with him, against all odds. But doubts lingered. Something tried to say he was unworthy- No, he will be. Out of the question. Other questions buzzed around his head like flies...
Didn't Iops normally marry their own kind? Were they jealous? Just what would happened if Borealis didn't approve, and how much would it hurt? What rituals did they miss? Something benign, like a dance, or... a headbutt contest with a brick wall? You know, a Iop challenge of-
Zell, I'm yours
All doubts gone, just like that. Disappeared, like intangible fog under a blazing sun. Any and all obstacles, he would overcome. No, they would overcome. All questions gone. Save one.
Zell got to his feet. What was left of his pants hung loosely around his waist secured with rope. He eyed his companion. Eliandra Tedenkim sat proudly on a cracked boulder. Her tunic loosely hugged her large cleavage as a narrowing red and white band went down her stomach and between her thighs. Two tassels pulled it tight against the waist, but exposed most of her hips. Arms rested on a raised knee, a large portion of her hair flowed in the slight breeze. Tight leather boots coloured bleached white hugged her long legs. A vacant but pleased expression hung on her kind face. Her deep brown eyes... oh, they were staring a hole right through him. His gaze shifted momentarily in embarrassment, but returned just as fast. He had to know.
Several steps brought them face to face. Zell sat beside her, one hand hugged her hips. His tired head came to rest on her shoulder.
"Ellie, I love you."
An arm wrapped around his naked shoulder, pulling him closer.
"And I will follow you to the gates of Brakmar"
Deep breath.
"But Rian was right. I don't know if I can lose you again. Please tell me, how do you deal with... Inevitability?"
Both hands grasped his shoulders. Their eyes met, and a hint of sadness passed through hers.
"You are going to die, Zell."
He swallowed. One hand pressed against the cross on her chest.
"And I am going to die, too."
Kind of a painful train of thought, thought Zell.
"And so will these trees. And everyone on the caravan. And every person who lives now"
Her hands cupped his cheeks.
"Does it make you sad knowing I will die?"
A soft, slow kiss on the lips silenced any answer he may have presented. Her breath tickled his face, as they exchanged affection for what seemed like an hour. Pulling back, he saw a warm smile on her lips.
"Not me. It just makes every second I spend with you on this world worth... So much more."
All he could do was stare back and nod. The reality was jarring, but comforting in the sense that he was no longer alone, waiting for the end. Someone was there to share the journey, good or bad. Grasping her wrists he nodded "I understand" and got up. They split the waterskins between the two of them (closer to 3-80 not 50-50, Iop math is different) and began the treck back. The sun was still fairly high, lighting up the tall grasslands. A soft breeze made the fields dance as waves passed across. The Iop's long hair trailed in the wind liek a cape, or a flag. It streamed and billowed, once catching the off-guard SRam in the face. A fragrance of alchemical shampoo filled his nostrils: a blend of wild roses, daisies and... carrots? "I don't suppose she colours-"
"Of course I don't. It's a natural red!" Two brown eyes shot open in beguilement.
"Oh, um... I wasn't supposed to say that out loud."
"You don't like the colour?"
"Of co-"
"Because it will turn grey when I get old..."
"Don't be silly, of course I do." And with a free hand he ran through the strands, before the conversation gets any weirder. "Did you actually hear what I was thinking?"
"I think so..." vacantly stated the Iop.
"In that case, I am sorry, up front. Some things you may hear will be... private" And the free hand descended across her back and down her firm bottom, caressing the curves. "Otherwise, I have nothing to hide" Ellie grinned as blood filled her cheeks and her ears began to droop coyly. She moved away from the grasp, but her free hand descended as well, lifting the tail portion and exposing her backside to his alluring gaze. He could only watch, dumbfounded, as her glutes shifted with each step forward, hiding orange hair in between.
"I'm counting on it. Save your strength!"
With renewed vigor, he followed. Side by side, they walked towards the caravan. He could even hear distant voices. Eyes drew towards the tall, proud Sentinel and the pale, bare-chested Sam in tattered trousers. Zell sighted. Even after saving someone's kid, they still didn't like him as much as her. Not a problem. Let them stare... His free hand snuck around the Iop's hips. From one wagon, a pair of grey eyes followed him. A pair of bruised lips blew a kiss and fingers wagged. He looked away. Some of the honor ties of the Sentinel were stifling. If it were up to him, Rian would... No! Contemplation is pointless. Putting down his meager share of the waterskins he separated from Ellie to find the old Eniripsa.
Noiseless footsteps bring the Sram back into civilization. Emelkans look on, smiling, greeting, from their carts. Concern is voiced when they note his bruises, but he waved it off. He kept looking for the wagon with the pink gilded heart. Inside, from the shadow of the canopy, the grey-haired man stared back.. He put down an ambelmic, flexed his dark wings and walked to the edge of the cart.
"I would like some healing, Gavin. Nothing major, just bruises and sunburn." A disapproving glare passed over the skinny youth, as the old man sighted.
"First the Sacrieur girl, now you. What have you gotten yourself into?"
"Well for starters, it's who, not what. Second, you answered your own question." Zell smirked. "It wasn't by choice." The two chuckled quietly, while Gavin got a brush and scrawled something on his skinny chest. Breathing deep, he could feel a palpable energy fill his lungs and spread to his heart. It flowed, like liquid light. It absorbed into the blood and penetrated every fabric of his being, from the roots of his hair to his toes. Tiredness and pain washed off like rain. He exhaled, ending the enchantment. He wondered...
"Gavin, can you fight?"
"Of course not. I spent my whole life fixing bones and knitting flesh. Not breaking or tearing them. Why, you got beat up by the bloody girl and need practice? Just ask your sweethea-"
"No, not that. Let's suppose that we are in danger. Let's suppose the caravan can get attacked at any time by a clan of bandits and lives are on the line." The old man's face cracked with wrinkles, a deep frown on the normally pleasant, fatherly face. He touched the brush to Zell's chest again. The bristles felt like needles.
"You hide it well, but you have a good heart, little Sram. I know you wouldn't attract this evil on innocents. To answer your question..." He flicked his wrist and a tree far in the distance lit up like a candle "We can suppose that i am able to fight." The two exchanged silent glances and parted. It felt good, to find people you could count on. People who trusted you. People who wouldn't let you stand alone in the world. But one of those people needed his attention a little more.
Trailing along the caravan, the Sram picked up a fresh jumpsuit, a brush, some white ink and a pie of unknown origin or contents. His stomach rumbled and his attire was getting inappropriate, especially in the eyes of the great Sram. He had to wear the colours. The caravan started moving. Picking up pace, Zell made his way to the back, to the wagons of the smith. One of them was appropriated for their use. With a jump he cleared the gobballs pulling it and made his way towards the rear. Past a vitrine of weapons, noiselessly he drew back the curtain.

Eliandra was unlacing her tall white boots, which jenerously hugged her long, muscular legs. Half crouched, her buttocks stood pronounced, the soft curves of her glutes seamlessly ascending towards the small of her back. Her hair was tied up to one side in a stream of orange, permeated by Iop's signature red bands. Her ample breasts swayed from the effort. She gave the lacing a tug, making them bounce momentarily. She turned her attention to the other boot, turning away. Zell had seen enough. Putting down his shopping he lunged forward and planted five of his fingers across the firm behind, seizing her breasts with his free hand.
"No one is safe from the shadow of Sram!" he whispered mischievously into her pointed ear, then retreated a few steps for the inevitable counter-attack.
"I'm sorry, Ellie, I was just ki..." He couldn't finish. The beautiful Iop stood up straight and turned. She was blushing like a tomato, ears drooping . Her hands lifted her breasts and she took a step towards him.
"Again, please" she whispered, embarrassment coming off in waves. Without hesitation, Zell grasped again, fingers sinking like Cobrac talons, sinking into the warm, supple flesh. The Sentinel moaned, then lifted him off the ground and holding him firmly to her chest, kissed him on the lips. Zell felt like being crushed against a pillow. He wiggled out and kissed her cheek, her neck, her chest... pausing briefly to listen to her heart. It beat violently, ready to jump out. One hand lifting a breast he kissed the flesh, his lips finding the auveola and the raisin-like bump in the middle. He caressed it with his mouth as the Iop cooed in approval, one hand descending towards her groin. Naughty thoughts took over.
"Ellie, do you play with your breasts when you play with yourself?"
"W...What? n...no..." His hand lay flat over her beating heart, slightly over the right breast. It was skipping beats, in a frenzied hymn.
"Liar. I can tell. Do you do it like... this?" His mouth closed over the other nipple, sucking on it briefly, then releasing, smacking his lips. "I know they reach your mouth." She jerked and gasped.
"Or do you do it like... This?" His thumbs pinched her nipples with index fingers and rubbed hard, generating friction. "Haaiii" Came a rising moan from the trembling red lips. She grabbed hold again, her left hand feeling wet on his shoulder. Another passionate kiss, as Zell pushed her towards the table. One of his arms reached down, seizing her thigh. With a slight strain he picked her up, setting the girl unto the table when all of a sudden her eyes shot wide. Almost like a spider landed on her backside. She jumped off and pulled her hair forward. A white bottle lay horizontally on the wooden table. Something sticky, some tool working glue got into the orange mess, leaving a white tangled splat.
"Ellie I'm so sorry"
"It will wash out. But you..." She pointed her finger sternly "You're helping me brush it." Donning an old cloak she stormed out. All Zell could do was kick a nearby wall in frustration. And wait.
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