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Symbiotic	By : Soliloquy Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 5602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: This is the second part to Alterac. I love these guys. They've been clouding my thoughts. I know it ends abruptly but it's because I have a third part in mind. And perhaps they should be chapters of one big story. But for now, this is how it is. Thank you for all your wonderful feedback :)
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Anik paced back and forth. The warrior looked tired as the cold, crisp air of Dun Morogh nipped at his exposed skin. He waited outside the gates of Ironforge, his saber watching on as the night elf left a well-tread path in the snow. Anik’s eyes scanned the road before him. He had paid someone a great deal of gold to trek up north to find out more about the priestess he had stolen from the battlefield, several weeks back in Alterac, and he was awaiting the spy’s return.
The warrior pursed his lips, the cold of the dwarven province reminiscent of that time. He shut his eyes, his memory bringing up a vivid picture of the Sin’dorei priestess. He had been consumed with the thought of her since she had been ushered out by her allies. Part of him even rued not stealing her away then and there, but he knew it would have been futile on his part to even attempt such a bold gesture. He opened his eyes, his bulky form stopping as he let out a heavy sigh. The saber tilted his head and looked at the warrior quizzically.
Anik placed his hand on the mount’s head, running his fingers through the beast’s thick fur. The cat purred, then lay down as he watched his owner. The warrior’s eyes seemed despondent as they kept examining the road. He narrowed them suddenly, his ears perked as he heard the soft sounds of another saber riding up to the gates.
The Kaldorei rogue approached swiftly, and upon noticing the warrior, quickly dismounted and approached him.
“What took you so long?” Anik enquired. His face was apprehensive for any news about the priestess.
“Do you know how long it takes to get up there? Let alone try to get any information out of anyone. My Thalassian isn’t that great either.” The rogue said casually.
“I didn’t send you up there to decipher the Arcane Tomes,” Anik was becoming impatient. He then steeled himself, regaining his composure. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the rogue, “So what did you find?” He asked. The rogue canted his head to the side, eyeing up the warrior.
“It was a long trek. I was out there for nearly a fortnight.” He said plainly, “Where’s the rest of the payment?” Anik felt a low growl form in his throat, but kept it stifled. His golden eyes cut through the elf in front of him.
“You get the rest when I get the information,” He said, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. The rogue noticed this and decided against making the warrior wait any longer. He nodded curtly.
“Her name is Darmah. She is one of their top healers, taken into almost every battle. They were quite relieved to find her alive a few weeks ago. Apparently she had been taken hostage by a human rogue in Alterac Valley. Tiny little thing actually thrust a sword into him. I wonder how she managed that…” He trailed off as he looked at Anik pointedly. The warrior cast his gaze to the rogue. It had cooled off, become standoffish, even with the rage that simmered inside him.
“I’m not paying you to play detective,” He said coldly. “What else did you find out? Does she reside in Silvermoon?” The rogue looked at him.
“Not primarily, though she is often there. I believe she has an apartment in the Royal Exchange. I heard rumour of her main residence being on the other continent, in Winterspring.” Anik digested the information carefully.
“Did you catch sight of her? Was she there when you were there?” The warrior asked, his impatience starting to push through the façade of his aloofness. The rogue looked at him, intrigued.
“She must mean a lot to you,” He said slowly, watching the warrior carefully. “You’ll get into a lot of trouble fraternizing with the enemy like this, you know. And if anyone finds out the truth about that human rogue in Alterac, well…” The warrior clenched his jaw, the growl finally coming through.
“Rogues have a way of getting caught in the crossfire,” His voice was low as his hand went to the hilt of his sword, “One… or two less doesn’t make much difference in the grand scheme of things,” Anik eyed the Kaldorei threateningly. The rogue flashed him a charming smile.
“Of course,” He stated plainly, somewhat submissively. “That is all I could find out. Now, about that payment...” He looked expectantly at the warrior. Anik brought his hand back from his weapon and pulled a small satchel of coins from his bag. He tossed it to the rogue.
“There it is. The next time I see you will be to use your services again, or to put an end to you if I hear you breathed a word of this to anyone,” He threw the rogue an intimidating look. The rogue smirked and nodded. He tucked the purse into his leathers, mounted his saber and took off into Ironforge.
Anik remained still, his brain processing all the information the rogue had just given him. His heart raced at the idea of seeing the priestess once more. He knew he had to get to Silvermoon. He didn’t know how he would make it into the city just yet, but he had a long ride to figure it out.

The saber protested as Anik pressed him further into the Ghostlands. He had been riding almost non-stop for several days, and with Eversong Woods just within his reach, he wasn’t about to stop now. His mount had a different view on the matter, becoming unruly as his owner pushed him on. They reached the border just as the sun was beginning to set.
The warrior stayed off the main roads as he ventured further north through Eversong. He could see the outline of the rebuilt city on the horizon and he suddenly felt a pang within him for the priestess. Darmah, he repeated in his head. He shut his eyes briefly as her scent and taste suddenly returned to him full force. His eyes opened once more as he veered his saber closer to Silvermoon.
Dusk had settled upon Eversong when Anik finally approached the gates. He wasn’t close enough to be spotted by the guards and he brought his mount to a stop. Tilting his head to the side, he took a deep breath. Getting into the city would be the issue. He knew he would have to leave the cat behind. He made his way to the nearby Livery. The hawkstriders stirred as he approached. The warrior dismounted and left his saber on the grounds.
“Don’t get any ideas with those birds,” Anik said sternly. The feline purred, happy to rest after that long trek. The warrior ruffled his fur and began to make his way towards the gates.

The Kaldorei spied two lone guards standing at the entrance to the city. Melding into the shadows, he watched them, trying to assess the situation. Putting his cloak over his head would buy him some freedom to sneak past them, given the current time of day and sparse amount of light. He decided on that action, slowly pulling the cowl over his dark locks as he waited and watched.
Several minutes later, the warrior watched as a pair of blood elves began to duel in front of the gates. The guards sternly objecting, trying to shoo them off, but the pair wouldn’t yield to their protests. There was a lengthy and heated exchange and Anik seized the opportunity. Slipping covertly past them, he made his way into the Sin’dorei capital.
Once inside, he kept the cowl on his head. By his height he could easily pass for a troll, however his posture didn’t suit the assumption. He looked up at the signs and frowned. His knowledge of Thalassian was non-existent, and having never been to the city, he had no idea where any of the districts were.
Anik moved off the main road and into the shadows. He was starting to become frustrated, being so close, yet having such a disadvantage. He sighed, as he watched people move along, completely unaware he was there.
“You stick out like a sore thumb,” The voice said. Anik quickly turned to face where it was coming from, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. The words were spoken in Darnassian. A Kaldorei rogue appeared from the shadows before him. The warrior narrowed his eyes as he peered at the female figure.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“I often come here out of boredom,” She replied casually. “But you,” she moved closer, her eyes scanning him, “Don’t look bored. You look like you’re on a mission.” The female rogue smirked.
“Tell me. Where is the Royal Exchange?” He inquired. She tilted her head to the side, curious as to why he would want to know.
“What’s it worth?” She replied, the smirk omnipresent.
“You bloody rogues,” Anik suppressed a growl. His eyes remained narrow as he took in what he could see of her, “Opportunists in every sense of the word.” He reached into his pocket and took out a few gold coins. She deftly took them from him, looking them over.
“You’re lucky you’re cute. I usually demand more than this,” She seemed to scoff at the amount, and then pointed straight ahead of him. “You’ll find the Royal Exchange there. It’s mostly shops and such, but there are a few apartments on the western side of it. Though I don’t recommend trying to bunk down there; it’s a very affluent part of town. The guards are very particular about making sure no riff-raff bother the local residents.” She nodded brusquely and suddenly vanished from his sight.
The warrior looked ahead to where she had pointed. He remained on the side of the road, nestled in the shadows as night began to take over the city. After a few minutes, he found himself in the Royal Exchange. As the rogue had explained, the area contained mostly businesses, all of which were dark, shut for the day. On the western perimeter, Anik saw the apartments. There weren’t many. He began to make his way over there, keeping well out of sight.
He looked up at the lit windows. She could be in any of these. The night elf was exhausted, but he wouldn’t sleep. He would wait as long as he’d have to in order to see which apartment she emerged from.

Hours passed as he sat, hidden from view. His eyes scanned the area for any movement; his ears were on alert for any sound. Night blended into dawn and the sun rose, shining brightly into the city. The shadows became limited forcing him to move from where he had spent the last few hours. His body ached from the long ride up here, not to mention the time spent in one position, watching and waiting.
He suddenly saw a door open. Immediately he focused on it. A tall Sin’dorei male emerged with a satchel. He quickly made his way across to a shop. Anik frowned and continued to wait.
A couple of hours passed and the sun made its way towards its highest point. The warrior reckoned it would probably be another few hours until noon. He tilted his head from side to side, the muscles in his neck somewhat stiff.

Darmah pushed open the door. She was already running late for her meeting with the Horde Warbringers. She sighed as she stepped out onto the steps, her hand coming up to shield her eyes from the sun.
The warrior’s eyes widened as his breath seemed to get caught in his throat. All this searching and waiting had culminated to this point in time as he watched the priestess walk out. He drank in her form, his eyes scanning over her light robes, noticing every little detail: how snug they appeared around her breasts and hips, how tight around her waist. He felt the arousal stir within him once more as his mind wandered back to the cave in Alterac. How she sat before him, bodice and robe ripped open, her lush body exposed for him to see. Anik shuddered slightly at the thought, but snapped his attention back to reality. Darmah had already made her way towards the south, and well out of the Royal Exchange.
His eyes turned back to the door she had come from. He now knew where she lived. Slowly he approached the door, pushing it open and heading into the apartment.
He was silent, almost not breathing as he scanned the small residence. It was tidy, neat, with a place for everything. Light voile curtains hung over the fair sized windows that looked onto the exchange. He moved towards them, running his fingers over them briefly. Anik glanced out the window furtively. He wondered how long it would be before the priestess returned. His hand fell to his side as he turned around to inspect the rest of the dwelling.
He walked towards the back, finding her bedroom. Lingering at the door for a moment, he let his eyes roam the space. The colours were rich and decadent. Gold accentuated royal blue and maroon shades. His gaze stopped at her bed. It was not made, almost as if she had been in a hurry. The warrior walked into the room, placing his hand on the bed and running it down across where she would have slept. The arousal tugged at him still. He sighed heavily.
A few minutes later he made his way back into the front room. His body was experiencing the effects of the journey. Anik was tired. He looked over at the armchair that seemed to almost face the door. Slowly he sat down in it, letting his bag fall to the floor. He would wait for her there; see her as soon as she walked in. His lips curled into a slow smile, but before he could think any further on it, the Kaldorei had fallen into a deep sleep.

Several hours later, Darmah emerged from the War Room. Her face seemed somewhat annoyed as she made her way down Farstrider Square and through to the Royal Exchange. She stopped briefly at a shop to pick up some bread. After handing some silver coins over, she smiled politely at the shopkeeper and headed out.
Walking swiftly back to her place, her face showed signs of relief. She had not really wanted to go to the meeting, the time spent in Silvermoon slowly grating on her nerves. She yearned to be back in Winterspring to take some time away from such matters of war. She frowned upon reaching her doorstep. Her thoughts were clouded once more with the image of the Kaldorei warrior. Her schedule had been so busy since the occurrence in Alterac weeks ago, that she had not had a chance to sit down and properly digest everything that happened. All she knew was that she could not get the night elf out of her mind. She sighed heavily. Maybe a break would be good for her. Slowly she pushed the door open and made her way in.
As Darmah set down her bag by the side of the door, her gaze moved upwards and over that of the sleeping warrior. Her eyes widened and her breath seemed to escape her. A pale hand moved up, flat over her chest as she felt her heart skip a beat. Was he really there? Her breathing returned in short breaths as she quietly shut the door behind her.
The priestess moved closer to the elf. Her chest rose and fell quickly with each shallow breath. Her mouth seemed dry suddenly, and she licked her lips, taking in the bottom one with a slight tug of her teeth. He was fast asleep, and he was indeed there. She moved her hand from her chest, reaching out to touch him, but stopping short. How did he get here? Her senses were suddenly overwhelmed. A small spark seemed to go off within her and she felt the excitement stir. Her eyes were all over him at once, taking in his long, dark locks, his chiseled features, and his broad form. Her gaze lingered at his groin and she shook her head, somewhat ashamed of her thoughts. But the shame was fleeting as she moved closer still, almost as if her body was being pulled towards him by some magnetic force she could not explain.
Darmah could not take her eyes off the warrior. Submitting to the draw, she hitched up her robe somewhat and straddled his lap, one hand on his chest, the other cupping his face.
Anik’s eyes flashed open as he felt the weight on him. Startled, his hand immediately went for his weapon, but his demeanor changed almost instantly as he noticed the priestess on him. Their eyes locked for what seemed like forever. The recognition and longing within their depths threatened to brew into an emotional tempest.
The priestess was almost on the verge of tears as she felt him beneath her. The man who had consumed her thoughts the last few weeks was actually here. She swallowed hard. There were so many things she wanted to say. So many words he would not understand.
“Darmah,” The warrior said softly. The priestess’s eyes widened as she heard her name. She stared at him, somewhat perplexed and surprised that he would know it. Anik smiled at her, a strong hand coming up to smooth her hair back and then cup her face. She nuzzled his hand as he did so, her expression warmed, the desire lingering within it. He brought her face down to his and pressed his lips against hers softly. Closing her eyes, she melted into the kiss, pressing her weight down on him.
The warrior groaned softly into the kiss. His arousal had awoken with him, and as the lush blood elf pushed down against him, he felt himself thicken. She broke away from the kiss, keeping her lips mere centimeters from his. A subtle smile formed on her face as she felt his excitement. She brushed her lips against his, her breath warm as it tumbled across his skin. He let forth a low growl, his hands moving down her curvy, yet diminutive form, gripping her hips possessively. She gasped slightly. She pulled back from him only somewhat as her hands came up to the bodice of her robe. Slowly she began to undo the small pearl-like buttons that ran down the front, until a contour of her pale skin could be seen through it.
Anik stared at her, watching as she unbuttoned her robe. He suddenly felt that his two hands were merely not enough when it came to the woman before him. He wanted his hands over all of her at the same time. But for the moment, they moved up from her hips and slid into her robe. He slipped it off her shoulders and watched as her full breasts spilled out, nipples already perk. His large hands cupped both supple orbs as he pressed his face between them. Darmah let out a small moan, grinding against the warrior as she felt his tongue dart out and lick a path between her breasts. He thrust his hips up against her, his hardened state becoming almost painful as it remained trapped in his leggings.
The priestess felt his bulge press against her. Her senses almost drowned in the myriad of emotions she was feeling. She pulled his head up towards her and pushed her lips to his again in a deep and passionate kiss.
The sudden knock at the door startled them both. Darmah’s eyes flashed open as she let out a small gasp. Anik pulled back, once again his hand instinctively going for his weapon.
“Darmah, are you in?” A male voice boomed from outside. Panic struck the priestess as she scrambled off the warrior. She looked at the night elf, pleadingly. He nodded in acknowledgment and melded into the shadows. She clutched her robe together, covering her chest and went towards the door.
“Just a moment,” She said, composing herself. She looked back at the armchair, not seeing the Kaldorei. Her expression was one of dread as she turned to the door and slowly opened it a fraction.
“Come now, why are you hiding from me?” The male Sin’dorei smiled wide at her, as he pressed past the door and into her apartment. Her heart seemed to skip a beat, but she quickly composed herself. The warrior watched from the chair. His breathing was deep, and he remained still. The words in Thalassian were a jumble of mixed up sounds to him, but he understood their tone.
“Aldriel, please. Now is not the time. I’ve had an incredibly long and arduous meeting with the Warbringers and I just want to get some rest.” She stood in front of the blood elf, subtly blocking him from the rest of the room. He looked her over, and a sly smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as he saw her clutch her robes. His hand moved up, finger tugging at the open bodice.
“Tut tut,” He cooed. “You never seem to have the time for me lately. One almost has to wonder if you’ve found yourself a bit on the side.” Darmah smiled and chuckled lightly, her demeanor cool, yet inside she was shaking.
“Nonsense. You know how busy they like to keep me,” She let out a small gasp as the Aldriel slipped his hand inside her robe, cupping at a breast and squeezing it.
Anik clenched his jaws from the shadows. His fingers dug into the armrest of the chair as he saw the male Sin’dorei’s hand slide into the bodice of the priestess’s robe. The rage started to consume him and he tried fiercely to quell it as it steadily built up inside him. He blinked slowly. He knew full well if he were to act on his fury, the consequences would be dire. His eyelids fluttered, and he felt himself start to become somewhat intoxicated on the wrath that brewed within him.
“Please, Aldriel,” Darmah protested slightly and pulled away from him. She stumbled back a bit and the blood elf pulled his hand out of her robe and moved both of them to immediately steady her.
“Are you alright, petal?” His expression was one of worry. She nodded.
“Yes, of course. I think I just need some rest,” She smiled at him. He sighed, somewhat dejected.
“Fair enough, I shall let you be,” He said finally, pulling away from her to some extent. “I am going to try and have a word with the powers that be. They’ve been working you relentlessly. And after everything that happened in Alterac…” his voice trailed off and his expression softened as he looked at Darmah. His hand came up to caress her cheek. “I’ve missed you,” He said quietly. The priestess smiled up at him, but try as she might, her thoughts were focused on the warrior, waiting in the shadows behind her.
“We’ll sort this out. One way or another,” She said. She placed her hand on his and moved it away from her cheek, urging him towards the door.
“Very well,” He nodded resignedly. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a brief kiss. Anik felt a growl stir in his chest, trying to force its way out. His knuckles were almost white from gripping the armrest so intensely. His gaze was steeled on the male Sin’dorei, almost boring into him. Darmah nodded to the elf and he made his way out. Slowly she shut the door behind him and turned to face the armchair, her back against the door.
Her face scanned the quiet area, bottom lip trembling slightly. She couldn’t tell if the warrior was still there. But where would he have gone? She swallowed hard, one hand still clutching the robe at her chest as she stepped towards the armchair.
Anik watched her carefully, unmoving, his rage threatening to spill over. His arousal nonetheless remained, the bulge still trapped in his trousers. He didn’t need to suppress it any longer. Her lover had gone. They were alone now. His gaze was focused on her, watching the trepidation on her face, noticing the subtle trembling of her lower lip. She looked frightened, almost prey-like as she hung onto her robe. He licked his lips, his eyes glazing over darkly as she moved closer to where he sat. Rage and desire mixed into a deadly brew as his gaze became predatory.
Darmah parted her lips to speak. But what would she say? She furrowed her brow at her inability to communicate. She trembled slightly as her own arousal mingled with the disquiet she felt. Her free hand, reached out towards the armchair, checking to see if he was still there.
With dark eyes, Anik clasped at her wrist, forcing himself from the shadows and into view as he stood, towering before her. She gasped loudly, shaking her head almost apologetically. His stare pierced through her as his other hand forcefully pulled the bodice of her robe open. She cried out in half-protest, her breasts spilling out, fully exposed to him. Both of his hands moved to either side of her fallen robe and with ease, he tugged at it, tearing the rest in two. It slumped on the floor around her and she stood before him in nothing but her silk panties.
Darmah blushed fiercely, her arms immediately going to cover her practically naked form. Her body was obvious with arousal as the warrior vehemently tore off her robe. Anik shook his head with a growl, disapproving of her modesty. He grabbed her arm and flung her round, throwing her over the armchair. She stumbled over it, arms out to brace herself for the fall. The warrior’s strong hands gripped her hips and pulled them up and back to him.
“Please…” The priestess pleaded, but the word fell on deaf ears. The warrior seemed to be blinded by desire and rage as he began to quickly unbuckle his belt with one hand, while the other kept its grasp on her hip. Darmah shifted, trying to push herself up off the seat, but she only succeeded in pushing herself back onto him. Unlatching his trousers, Anik slipped his hand into them and pulled himself out. He moved his hand to the small of her back and pressing a path up to the back of her neck. He wrapped his fingers around it, leaning over her as his shaft pressed between her legs. The heat from her nether bathed it and she let out a whimper.
The Kaldorei brought his mouth next to her ear, the grip on her neck tightening somewhat. His other hand roamed the length of her torso, moving back up to clutch at a breast. He squeezed it possessively.
“I want this to be mine… all mine,” he whispered to her, his cock jerking upwards and brushing against her panties. The priestess let out another whimper. Her body was alight with desire and fear, his jealous rage unexpectedly turning her on. She had no idea what he was whispering to her, but his deep voice started to soothe any anxiety she had. Anik licked up the side of her neck and fastened his teeth around the lobe of her ear, tugging at it as the hand on her breast moved down to her hips. It fell between her legs and he began to rub at her covered sex, feeling its heat and dampness through the silk.
Darmah moaned, the pleasure infusing something fierce in her core. She bucked her hips back, forcing the friction from the fabric and his fingers to press her arousal further. He grinned against her neck as he felt her push back against him. Deftly, his fingers slipped into the panties, teasing her wet slit and pulling the material to one side. Her sex was exposed, in all its sodden glory. The warrior positioned the head of his cock against her folds and with one swift lunge, drove himself deep inside her.
The priestess let out a cry, not expecting the sudden thrust. The pain nipped at her senses as his immense girth and length stretched her taut around him. Anik growled against her skin, shutting his eyes as he felt the incredible pleasure of her tight cunt wrapped around his thick cock. The hand on her neck moved upwards, his fingers threading through her auburn locks as he grabbed a fistful of hair, jerking her head back slightly. She moaned, the sound deep as it seemed to stem from the very crux of her. The warrior’s warm breath cascaded onto her neck as he began to slowly thrust in and out of her, each time, pulling out completely, only to press his entire length back into her. Darmah gripped the armrest of the chair, trying to keep herself steady with the relentless assault into her. She bit her bottom lip as she felt his massive shaft slide in and out of her. The tug on her hair forced her back to arch and her body to tighten around him more.
Anik increased his pace as he pummeled into her, his hips bucking in swiftly as the sound of his body crashing into her filled the room. One hand kept a grasp on her hair as the other reached forward to clutch at one of her swaying breasts. He squeezed it tight, tweaking the nipple as he raked his teeth along her neck. The priestess continued to moan, each thrust pushing her closer to release. She panted, her whole body trembling beneath him. The warrior grinned against her neck, knowing full well she was close to the pinnacle of her desire. His tongue darted out, lapping at her skin as his teeth came down in a swift bite. She cried out and he suckled the spot, gingerly.
The hand that gripped her breast moved down between her legs. She was saturated, coating his throbbing cock with her juices. He growled against her as his fingers pressed against her liquid sex, seeking out her clit. Bearing down upon it, he began to rub the slippery nub. Darmah’s eyelids fluttered, the pleasure swirling insider her, the warrior threatening to push her over the edge.
“Mine…” Anik whispered. His breath was ragged as his fingers massaged her sensitive clit. Wantonly, the priestess pushed back against him, facilitating the friction against her nub and forcing his cock deeper into her. Her moans became ragged, as she herself was breathless. The wet slapping sounds of his body pounding against her were what ultimately drove her over the edge as they laced her building desire perfectly. Her body tensed, frozen for a split second, then she let out a shrill cry as she felt the orgasm collide into her. She shuddered in delicious rapture as the pleasure of release washed over her, each wave coating her in utter bliss. The warrior groaned as he felt her pussy clutch and milk his cock. He let out a guttural moan, unable to take anymore as he thrust finally, incredibly deep into her, blasting his seed against her quivering walls. Darmah whimpered, feeling him erupt deep inside her and filling her completely. Anik shuddered above her, pressing onto her, his warm breath spilling onto her neck. He let go of her hair and she pressed her cheek against his with a contented sigh. His hand smoothed out her hair, turning her face gently to his. He pressed his lips to hers and trembled once more as he felt her squeeze her cunt around his spent cock. A blissful sigh escaped his lips as he broke from the kiss. His eyes met hers and she smiled at him, her skin flushed with afterglow.
The warrior parted his lips to speak, but the words were interrupted by a sudden bang on the door. Darmah’s eyes widened and Anik deftly pulled out of her and covered up, but before he could shadowmeld, the door burst open.
Aldriel stood there, with two guards. His hand immediately went for his sword as he saw the night elf.
“By the Light!” The Sin’dorei lunged at the warrior, but the guards held him back.
“We’ll deal with this,” one of them said. Darmah clutched at her robe, bringing it up to hide her naked form. Anik reached for his sword, but the guards were too quick. They were on him instantly, pulling his arms back behind him and forcing him down. His sword was kicked out of reach. Darmah stood in shock, ghostly pale with terror etched on her face. The warrior struggled, but the guards overpowered him. Aldriel walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her and helping her keep the robe over her.
“Are you alright, petal?” His face was stricken with worry as he looked her over, fearing the worst.
“I… I don’t understand,” She said shakily, her eyes glued to Anik.
“A Kaldorei rogue was taken in by the guards earlier. She mentioned something about a male heading towards this district. The guards were alerted and they began to search the apartments. I came back to check on you when I saw them. My goodness, Darmah,” he looked her over, “Did that bastard…” His voice trailed off and his gaze went to the warrior. The Sin’dorei clenched his jaw, as he moved his hand to his weapon again.
The guards pulled Anik up and turned him around. He came face to face with Aldriel. His expression was stoic, his eyes steeled over, yet they held an intensity within them that seemed to pierce through the Sin’dorei. Darmah trembled, her eyes welling up with tears. The warrior cast his gaze briefly to the priestess. It flickered momentarily, becoming sad and longing as he looked at her. But as quick as it appeared, it was gone again. He looked back at the blood elf next to her. Rage and jealousy stirred within him, but there was nothing he could do right now. The guards pushed him forward.
“W-where are they taking him?” Darmah asked, her voice shaky. Aldriel looked at her, somewhat perplexed.
“Hopefully straight to the gallows,” He cast his gaze back on Anik, his expression one of loathing and anger.
“He will be incarcerated until we can gather enough information on him and what’s happened here,” One of the guards said. He looked at Darmah. “Please, get yourself together as best you can. We will need your help, priestess.” The guard nodded respectfully at her, diverting his eyes purposely from her scantily clad form. He turned to Aldriel, “We should get a translator in shortly. I suggest you and your wife come to the detention hall as soon as you can to give your statements.” Darmah looked at Aldriel, her brow furrowing. She parted her lips to speak in protest of the term, but Aldriel pressed her close, his own voice speaking over her.
“We will be there,” he nodded at the guard, “Now get this piece of Alliance filth out of here.” He waved his hand toward Anik.
The warrior kept quiet, the words foreign to him. The rage knotted in his stomach as he looked at Aldriel and Darmah. He regretted not killing the Sin’dorei when he first came into her apartment. The guards pushed him towards the door. Anik brought his eyes to Darmah. She swallowed hard, her gaze apologetic and deeply distraught. She nodded slightly at him. She wanted to tell him she would do whatever she could, but there was no way to convey it. The warrior took the nod in, blinking slowly and then making his way out the door with the guards.
Darmah pulled away from Aldriel as she heard the door shut. The elf frowned.
“I am not your wife, Aldriel,” She stated coldly. He looked at her, surprised.
“What does it matter? We are headed in that direction. I’m just sorry I wasn’t here earlier to prevent the rape-“ The priestess snapped her eyes to him, cutting him off.
“I am not your wife,” She repeated.
“Darmah,” he cooed, moving closer to her and putting his hands on her arms. Immediately, she pulled back. He frowned. “You are upset. And rightfully so, being soiled by that garbage,” He spat the words out, his eyes dark. Darmah closed her eyes, trying to keep her composure. She wanted to tell Aldriel exactly what had gone on, but she knew if she did, the warrior would have no hope. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She felt the small trickle of the Kaldorei’s seed coat her inner thighs. She opened her eyes slowly.
“Please leave, Aldriel,” she said calmly. The elf’s eyes widened as he looked at her incredulously.
“What? Darmah, I’m here to help you,” he protested.
“If I need your help, I will send for you. But for now, I don’t.” She looked at him squarely and resolute. He frowned once more.
“But, Darmah,” he began.
“Go,” she stated tersely, stepping back from him. He let out a despondent sigh and nodded. Turning his back to her, he made his way out.
The quiet wrapped itself around the priestess. She looked around the empty apartment. Alone, she finally felt secure enough to let her feelings out, and the tears began to fall freely from her eyes. Her gaze swept over the armchair. How could things go so wrong in such a short amount of time? She swallowed hard and then caught a glimpse of the leather bag. It belonged to the warrior. The guards had taken his sword, but they had missed the bag. Immediately, she grabbed it and brought it into her bedroom, hiding it in the closet.
She sat on the bed, letting her robe fall. Her body was still reeling from the climax, but her emotions were drowning in a vortex of despair. Her crying ultimately ceased as her mind began to race. She needed to get to the detention hall immediately.
But before all that, she needed a plan.
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