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Hell Cavern	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3541 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine
A soft tap on the door awoke Falcon, the female at his side rolled over and stretched, the blanket moved down to reveal her full breasts. Carefully untangling his legs so not to wake her, Falcon covered her back up and then pulled on his pants and boots. Rain stirred in his bed but didn't seem to wake. Taking his shirt Falcon slipped outside the hut to find Sly standing nearby.
"Anything to report?" Falcon asked in a hushed voice as he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Nope, quiet night; hope your watch is the same." The rogue said as he headed over to the sleeping quarters he shared with the dwarves.
Transforming into a panther Falcon started patrolling the boundaries of the encampment, staying in the shadows. It had been hard to keep time in the cavern until a gnome from Silverhelm had made them a clock. Now they could take two hour watches through out the night, Falcon was the last one for this eve. He would make sure water was on for tea and perhaps even start breakfast. His feline nose picked up an unknown scent and he moved over to the east wall. There was someone on the other side, he let out a low warning growl and heard the sound of loose gravel as whoever it was ran off. Falcon wasn't overly concerned the walls were solidly built by the dwarves; nothing could make it through or over, due to the barbs set into the top of the wall.
After making another complete patrol he transformed back to his elf form and filled the kettle with water. Adding more wood to the fire he made a mental note of the diminishing supply of logs, he would have to go to the Quartermaster soon and buy more. That was one flora not even he could cultivate in this dark place, trees took too much energy to grow properly.
Hooking the handle of the kettle over the flames he went to their small pantry and looked through their options. They still had a couple dozen eggs from Silverhelm, one of their prisoners years ago had a couple of pet chickens that had now turned into a small flock. Silverhelm had their own farm; with chickens, cows, pigs and sheep. Ever so often Clans are given live cows or sheep as their dinner rations. On these rare occasions the Alliance had a pact that they get turned over to Silverhelm to be cared for and if possible bred. It worked out well for everyone.
Gathering up the needed ingredients he moved back over to the stone oven. Carefully removing some of the hottest logs from the fire, he placed them under the stove warming it and the iron griddle built into the top. While it heated, he mixed the eggs, flour, sugar and butter into a bowl forming a watery batter. Afterwards he poured the batter onto the hot griddle and made some thin pancakes. As they finished cooking he put them in the oven to keep warm. After making thirty of them he scraped the bowl and managed to make two more for Rain.
Sighing Falcon glanced over at his garden. In the far corner grew hemlock, the flowering plant only had one purpose, death. He could grind up part of it, sprinkle it over Rain's breakfast … the elf wouldn't even notice. His body would start getting cold and then it would be over. "Damn it," Falcon growled as he flipped the pancakes.
The demons play God here, it wasn't Falcon's place. The door to his hut opened and Crystal stepped out stretching. Above them the light crystals had started to glow, dimly at first, they would be full power within the next hour. "Good morning, beloved, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, how did your watch go?" She asked walking over to him. "Oh yum, we have any preserves left from Ironsong?"
"Think so and it was quiet enough, had someone snooping around the wall but they ran off when I spotted them." Falcon said as he put the last two pancakes on the pan in the oven.
Over the next few minutes the camp came alive as the others woke up and joined them at the table. After making sure everyone had their allotted pancakes Falcon went into his hut, Rain was sitting up, his arms wrapped around the knees which were pressed up to his chin.
"Morning," Falcon said cheerfully as he opened the crate and motioned for Rain to join him. After the elf had crawled out Falcon picked up the shackles nearby. Rain offered him his wrists and the metal was snapped back into place. "Come on, breakfast time."
Rain picked up the comb resting on the table as he moved to the door. Falcon grabbed his wrist harshly. "Not yours," he growled.
"Please?" Rain whispered.
Falcon twisted the wrist in his hand slightly and with a cry Rain dropped the comb. Shoving him outside, Falcon shut the door behind them. Rain brushed his long locks off his face as he walked toward the table.
Crystal looked up and frowned. "Hey Rain, why didn't you use the comb on your hair? I told you, you could." She sighed. "If we have time before we have to leave I'll help you get it off your face."
Falcon swore softly as he split the last stack of five pancakes, placing two on a plate and handing them to Rain. The Sin'dorei took the food whispering his thanks as he sat down in the same spot he had yesterday for dinner. Falcon slid in between Rain and his wife and reached for the preserves nearby. After applying a generous amount of the sweet fruit spread to his pancakes he offered it to Rain. The elf took out a small spoonful and spread it across his pastries.
"Are you going to put him back in the cage when we leave?" Crystal asked softly.
"As long as Red is okay with it, I'd prefer to chain him to the post while we're at the mines, he did well there yesterday," Falcon replied.
The silent hunter nodded her approval.
The Clan finished breakfast quickly and as Rain cleared the table and washed the dishes, made ready for the mine. Half hour later the Sin'dorei was once again securely fastened to the pole with the ankle manacles in place. Before leaving Falcon walked over to Rain and offered him the comb from earlier.
"I'm sorry," he said. When Rain made no attempt to reach for it, he sat the comb down nearby and joined the rest of the Clan as they walked out the gate.
The day went quickly in the mines, their khorium vein was untouched, it wasn't a surprise, within the mines no one fought over claims. Every clan had its own tunnels and the threat of death kept claim jumping to a minimal. Falcon was in a pretty good mood as he approached the Clan's gate that afternoon.
"Gola, Shar, and Star, once I give you some coins can you take the meal voucher to the Quartermaster and buy us some wood as well?"
The trio nodded and Falcon let out a shrill whistle. There was a long pause, the gate remained close. The druid whistled again, not overly worried sometimes Red was on the far side of the camp. The minutes ticked by and the others shuffled around nervously. As Falcon let out a third whistle the gate finally opened.
"We probably caught the poor lass on the toilet," Rarvo said with a snicker.
Red greeted them; Falcon could tell something was wrong. He watched her frantic signing with one eye and noticed the post he left Rain at was empty. "Where is he?" he asked.
The hunter gestured toward his hut. Moving over to his lodging Falcon opened the door. Rain was curled up in the back of the cage; his left pant leg was shredded and bloody. The Sin'dorei eyes lit up when he saw Falcon and he started speaking in a rush in Thalassian. The druid didn't understand a word he was saying. He noticed that his wrists and ankles were still in shackles.
"Lad!" Sid appeared at his side. "Red says he attacked her, with a dagger!"
Falcon stomached knotted and then became cold as he looked over at Rain. The elf was kneeling in the crate, tears running down his cheeks as he continued to plead in Thalassian.
Crystal came into the hut and knelt down beside the cage pressing her hand against the bars. Within Rain placed his hand against hers. "Please, Beloved, let us get Mira … see what his side of the story is."
"He attacked one of our Clan members; Crystal … I don't think it could get any clearer than that." Falcon growled.
"He didn't hurt her; the cuts on his legs came from Mutt …"
"Because he lacked the skill …" Falcon body shook with barely controlled rage. Rain had betrayed his trust, in the end he was just as Sid suspected … a cold-hearted Sin'dorei. "Sly, you're a leather worker … you have a whip or riding crop in your possession, his final lesson will be he doesn't deceive me!"
"Akire no!" His wife's plea went straight to his heart as she stood and placed herself between them.
He backhanded her hard sending her to the ground. "Are you challenging me wench?"
Rain let out a cry and cowered into the back of the cage. Falcon opened the door to the crate. "Get out here Rain!"
The tearful elf shook his head, trying to shrink even farther back into the cage. He continued to plead in his birth tongue.
With the strength of a grizzly Falcon picked up the far end of the cage and dumped the elf out onto the ground. Before Rain could move he was quickly subdued by Sid and Mudon and then dragged outside.
Sly walked up in his hands he held a whip and a riding crop. "Which one?"
Falcon's look darkened and gestured at Rain, "Make him choose."
The Sin'dorei's body was wracked with sobs as Sly approached. He shook his head pleading. "Should have thought about it before attacking Red, Blood Elf," Sly said coldly. "Now which one?"
"No … no … no," Rain cried.
"Adran! Pick one!" The hate behind his words went directly to the other's soul. The dark-haired elf clutched his chest and he continued to sob. "Adran …"
Rain pointed at the whip in Sly's hand. "Talah …" he whispered.
"Soon," Falcon growled. "But first I'm going to make you regret you ever betrayed me. Bind him to the pole, Sly remove his tunic."
Rain's shackles were secured to the post; the dwarves were rough with him, slamming his head into the pillar as they did. Rain pulled back, blood dripped down from his nose. Sly took out a dagger and sliced the back of Rain's tunic revealing the pale flesh underneath. He then handed the whip to Falcon.
"I'm sorry it turned out this way," the rogue said softly.
"Me too," Falcon said as he uncoiled the whip and let it fly. Rain let out a scream as the leather cut into his flesh.
"Talah … talah … talah …" the Sin'dorei choked between blows.
Falcon held nothing back, taking his anger and hurt out on the bound one. Ten years of pain went into the thrashing. Suddenly something cold slammed into him and he was thrown to the ground. Standing over him in her armor was Crystal. "Damn you … you WILL listen to me, or I am challenging you right here … right now."
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