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Culture Clash	By : Makkoska Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 7770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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9.
Ardel eyed the troll peevishly as she bent over the battered map. They had been following a wrong road for days, she just didn’t want to admit it. Gnarled, ancient, purple-leafed trees and lush undergrowth surrounded them. Ardel didn’t spend much time in Orgrimmar, but this place certainly didn’t resembled it at all. Wherever they were – they were at the wrong place, certainly not on the Barrens or in Durotar. The elf felt uneasy – he couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched. The forest seemed really unfriendly.
‘Well?’ he asked the troll impatiently, as she was clearly just buying time, not admitting she made a mistake.
‘All right,’ she said slowly ‘we seem to come a bit to North. Just goin’ to find the road and follow it – der be a lumber camp along da way soon.’
‘What road?’ Ardel looked around, but there didn’t seem any path between the trees. ‘And where are we?’
‘In Ashenvale o’couse. Told ya, we came a bit to North. Shouldn’t ‘ave taken dat last left turn…’
‘Well fine,’ he said, forcing himself to remain calm. He very well knew by now that Zangah didn’t really care where she was going. She obviously didn’t think much of turning up at the kaldorei’s territory. ‘Let’s get out of here as soon as we can. These trees give me the creeps.’
‘What’s wrong with the trees?’ she asked, rolling up the map, looking around in mild surprise.
‘Too threatening… too ancient… too… purple.’
She snorted at that.
‘Me will get us to da camp really fast. Da orcs share your dislike and do der best to thin da wood.’
Slowly they fought their way through the forest and reached a stony road. Seeing his gloomy mood, Zangah tried to cheer him up with telling him stories of battles she had fought in the area. Ardel wished she would keep her voice down – bad enough that they were on hostile territory; they wouldn’t need some night elf overhearing how she helped the orcs to chop down their precious trees.
Against all odds they reached the lumber camp without any confrontations. Zangah received a friendly greeting from some of the orcs – a bit too friendly in some cases in Ardel’s opinion.

A particularly big an muscled specimen - Overseer Gorthak as he introduced himself with a stiff nod to Ardel – continued to pet the troll’s arm well after that was still appropriate for a friendly hug.
Stepping in between them, so the orc had to let her go, Ardel asked curtly where they can spend the night. Unfortunately this only got Gorthak off the troll for a short while – he had shown them their hut for the night and followed them in.
He then had the cheek to ignore the elf’s presence completely and made anything but subtle remarks of how Zangah should spend the night at his own shack. The troll didn’t encourage him at all – but she didn’t tell him an outright no either, which urged the green skinned bastard to bolder and bolder comments.
Ardel had to remind himself severely that cutting the orcs’ leader’s head off would cause the whole camp to attack them. He cleared his throat loudly and said on his most haughty tone,
‘That would be quite enough orc. Thank you for your assistance here – we will now manage on our own,’ and as the brute just stared at him dumbly he added, ‘You may go.’
Anger clouded the reddish eyes at that as Gorthak turned to face Ardel.
‘What are you speaking of elf? Don’t you see you are the one unwanted here? Go out and… brush your hair, polish your nails or whatever…’
Ardel bared his teeth. Bad enough that he had to compete with an orc – to be insulted by one well was really just too much. He might have been twice as wild in the chest as the elf, but Ardel had no doubt he would win a fight against him.
Before it could come to bloodshed though, Zangah spoke up.
‘Gorthak,’ she said, touching lightly the orc’s shoulder ‘it be a pleasure meeting ya again – and will speak ta ya in da morning right?’
He looked from her to Ardel then back to her and actually laughed.
‘Oh you don’t say –with an elf really?’
She narrowed her eyes. ‘Out.’ She said simply.
Still chuckling to himself, the orc clapped Ardel so hard on the back that his knees buckled.
‘Well, congratulation for you there mate, you got yourself quite a handful,’ and wondered off.
‘What in the seven hells was that about troll?’
‘Orcs are funny about some things,’ she shrugged. She started to remove her armor, but stopped in mid-motion. ‘Ya know elf, probably it’s time we talk. Before we reach Orgrimmar and all.’
Ardel studied her – she wasn’t quite looking him in the eye. Stifling a sigh, he nodded.
‘Probably due time.’

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“Talk”, reflected Zangah, was easier said than done. She really was out of practice when it came to heart to heart conversation. Think of it – she had never been in practice, really.
Spending most of her adult life on the road, travelling, fighting, exploring, lovers were for a night, or a few nights maximum. She never considered having a permanent mate – although on lonely nights spent in the wilderness she sometimes wished for company to share her adventures with.
Well the elf fulfilled that role – much as he boasted about his homeland, he certainly wasn’t in a hurry to get back. He got the taste of freedom and he liked it, as far as Zangah could see.
Still the question was how to go on once they reach Orgrimmar? The orc capital was now undeniably close, even with their unplanned trip to Ashenvale. Not that Zangah minded it – if she was honest, she was binding time.
She glanced at the elf, standing close to her, flushed with anger and impatience (and probably jealousy as well) looking sexy as fuck. Truth was – she still wasn’t ready to part with him. It was a strange feeling – Zangah had never quite bonded to anyone. She had friends, she had lovers, she had a beloved brother, but she never felt the lightest bit of resentment when she parted with them. On the contrary, she always felt relieved to be without attachments. What had the elf, what the others didn’t? Zangah didn’t had the foggiest idea.
Fed up with her hesitation, the elf tapped his booted food impatiently.
‘So troll, are we going to talk or not?’
‘Sure we are,’ she replied lightly, taking down her chest armor. From experience she knew that she stood a much better chance of winning an argument with the elf if he was busy checking out her cleavage.
‘So,’ she started, dropping down to the hard bed ‘we’re to be in Orgrimmar in no time.’
‘Will wonders never cease,’ he muttered, and didn’t look inclined to help with the conversation.
‘We been travelling together for long, ain’t that right?’ she prompted, but got only a noncommittal ‘hmm-hmm.’ ‘So elf, the question is, will it be like dis in the city as well?’
He folded his arms over his chest like a petulant child. If he’s going to ask what she meant by “like this”, Zangah thought, she was going to throttle him.
‘That depends,’ he said at last ‘how many of your past lovers will we meet there? Will I need to stand by and tolerate all of them fondling you and insulting me?’
‘Well ya can’t expect me to promise dat we won’t meet no past lovers. But dat’s all dey are. Past lovers.’
‘This one wouldn’t have minded becoming a present one.’
‘Gorthak? Well - he didn’t.’
‘I don’t know troll, if I can stomach fighting off your previous paramours at every second corner.’
‘Hey, I did not have dat much!’ she laughed softly, but he looked deadly serious. ‘Ya don’t have nothing to be jealous of elf,’ she added softly.
‘Don’t I?’ he snapped. ‘Well, I don’t like others tinkering with what’s…’ he cut himself of, but Zangah had an inkling what he was going to say, and felt her blood boil with anger.
‘With what elf?’ she asked in a low voice.
‘With what is mine,’ he finished, nostrils flaring, looking at her defiantly.
She threw at him with all her might the first thing she could grab, lucky for him it was just a pillow, hard as it was stuffed with straw.
‘I’m most certainly not yers elf,’ she growled, standing up.
‘Than what are you for me troll?’
Tricky question, wasn’t it? Zangah, who was all prepared for a fight over ownership and must-do-s faltered, not having the answer for that.
The elf, not less pent us then her, pressed on.
‘It is time for you to decide what you want as well. Keep fooling around – or be with me.’
‘Be with you? Be with you, elf?!’ Zangah growled, disbelieving. ‘What ya think of yerself for wanting me to… when ya, yerself couldn’t make up yer mind for that long… Who you be for wanting to force decisions on me…’
‘Well, I have my decision, haven’t I? It’s now your turn. I’m not asking to you to bear my children and clean my house, damn it. Just want to know, at least for the next few weeks, WHAT.CAN.I.EXPECT.’
He was shouting now, practically standing in Zangah’s face. Both of them were breathing heavily, staring angrily, willing the other to back down first.
Zangah opened her mouth to retort, but the elf made an unfair move – reached up, pulled her head down roughly and kissed her hard. She couldn’t suppress a slight moan, so, furious at him for getting the upper hand, bit down hard, until she tasted blood.
Instead of letting her go though, Ardel tightened his hold and kissed her even more deeply. Capitulating, Zangah kissed him back. They stumbled to the bed, missing it just slightly, and ended up on the floor.
Zangah took a good look at the elf when they both gasped for breath. He was a mess. His lower lip was bleeding hard and his mouth and partly his face was smeared red. He was breathing hard and his hair clang to his temples. He looked wild, feral, not at all calm and sophisticated as usual. He made Zangah’s knees go weak, lucky thing they were lying down already.
She fumbled with his trousers – lot of bloody tricky elfish clasps and buckles that kept his armor together. At least she was more or less undressed, wearing only her shirt and leather trousers. Impatient, she just tried to yank it off, making the elf yelp with pain. He batted her hands away, cursing under his breath as he struggled to uncover his crotch at least. Zangah quickly rolled out of her own trousers.
Ardel managed to free his erection, but was wearing most of his armor still. Zangah licked her lips appreciatively.
Grasping her hip with one hand, he urged her to turn over. She complied, getting on her knees and laying her upper body on the bed. Kneeling behind her he lined himself up and pushed in with a forceful thrust.
She yelled her pleasure, arching her back, trying to take him as deeply as possible. Hard and fast he rutted away, grunting and cursing in his own language. He never got around to teach her those expressions, Zangah thought fleetingly, but the painful pleasure quickly vanished all thought from her mind.
Pushing back to meet his thrusts it soon become a frantic coupling. His plate covered legs slapped against her with every move, an aching but not unwelcome sensation. If all it took was to anger the elf for him to be this passionate - she was more than happy to do it more often.
Keyed up as she was, it didn’t take much for her to reach her peak. Fingers digging into the hard mattress, whole body shaking, she shouted in delight. The elf continued to pound her hard as she slumped, boneless, against the bed. A couple of deep thrusts and he found his release as well.
He lay on top of her panting, softening cock slipping out of her, but otherwise not inclined to move. Enchanted armor or not, he was a dead weight. With the aftershock of her pleasure ebbing away, Zangah felt her knees burning, scraped raw as they got on the rough floor. The edge of his breastplate cut onto her lower back and the back of her thighs felt like she was through a stiff beating.
‘Move elf,’ she croaked and nudged him with her elbow. He grunted as he rolled off, slumping against the bed. Zangah heaved herself up to the mattress. For a while they lay in silence, Ardel sitting on the floor, leaning his head against the bed, Zangah caressing the elf’s sweaty hair.
‘Ya could take yer armor off at least,’ she said after a while, ‘and come join me up here. After ya healed me knees.’
‘Hah,’ he snorted, ‘you deserve some suffering,’ but did as he was told nevertheless.
Laying snuggled close up a bit later, and listening to her companion’s breathing, Zangah reflected it really wasn’t time to move on just yet. She certainly wasn’t bored with him thus far.
TBC…
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