Indulgence
Xoscyl - February 16, 2006
It was night in Azeroth, all it’s people lay sleeping with
drunken dreams next to partners of love or lust. Twas the season
of love and most all were swimming in the joys of bountiful
admiration.
Xoscyl lay in the home the Horde leader, Thrall, had loaned her
after the massacre of her people. It was a small room off the
lake in the valley of honor. Many whom lost everything and came
to the great leader Thrall had been given sanctuary in this
hovel. It was a halfway house for those who needed to get off
their feet. She found herself wandering back to this place, time
after time, to seek security and reflect on her thoughts.
The lady orc did not sleep. She lay amongst the furs deep in
thought. This place had always inspired her to think, to consider
and reconsider many things. This night it would not fail to wrack
her brain.
Her mind wandered back to the days of life in Splinter Tree. The
young silver haired orc would run about with her cousins and
friends. They would create mock battles and take turns slaying
the ones who would portray the elves and other alliance folk. Her
parents would watch and laugh at their antics. Once in a while
they’d chime in with a battle cry and cheer on the children.
Xoscyl was very well liked and had many friends, especially the
boys. She was tougher than most the girls in her clan and enjoyed
the company of the males. She was very close to her cousin Bygot
the most. He was but a year older than she and the two were
brought up as brother and sister. In each game, they would work
together to gain the upper hand and smite the pretend alliance.
The two were the best of friends.
Her heart ached as she thought back on those times. How she
longed for that companionship, for someone to become close to
her. But as much as she hungered for such, she shared the same
amount of fear that all those who she loved would hurt and
slaughtered because of their association with her.
This was a hard season for her. Love filled the air, but could
never fill her heart. But this year, something was different. She
felt herself starting to slip. She had let her self indulge in
feelings of love or lust, whichever it was.
Xoscyl turned her gaze to the body that slept bare beside her. A
dark pit developed deep within her stomach. How she wanted to
allow herself to give up all her rules, to give up the role of
the playful flirt and tease. How she wanted to throw away the
facade of a girl who was satisfied enough with the empty
admiration of strangers.
She imagined herself reaching over and touching the man’s back as
it called for her to draw close. She could feel her lips touch
his shoulder and could taste the salt of his skin. She could feel
him accept her into his arms and could hear him whisper soft
words of love.
Xoscyl bit her lower lip, forcing back the thoughts that scared
her tremendously. Staying here beside the warm temptation was a
great risk to her rules. She needed out, she needed to get away.
Rolling over, she grabbed her leather harness armor and pulled it
on. She gathered her belongings and stepped towards the door. As
she was about to clear the door, she heard a whimper from beside
her. She turned to see a dark furred dog sitting by the entrance.
She smiled at the mut and ran a hand through his fur.
“It’s okay Zark, I just need some fresh air.” With that, the dog
relaxed, laying his head back on the floor, and Xoscyl walked out
into the night to sleep amongst the stars.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi was not cautious in his approach, he walked with his
royal gait (as now he knew his people's eyes where ALWAYS on him,
and it was time to be nothing but their king) and with a bit of
haste.
As Warneshi neared the other Grim, he began to reconize that it
was one of the female Grim, he smirked, only the female of the
Grim have such slender builds, or Elajinn; but Warneshi could not
find any reason as to why the odd troll priest would be here at
this hour. Yes definitly female, and definitly not a troll,
Warneshi could not pick out any sign of the unique build of a
troll women; pity, one troll women had piqued his interests in
the rest; Warneshi let the same smirk slide across his face.
Ahhh Warneshi reconized this one, it was one of the orc females,
one of the hunters, if Warneshi could remember correctly.
Warneshi searched for the name, it was odd name, even as far as
orcs go. Xoscyl! that was it, interesting that this orc was out
walking in the dead of night. Warneshi decided to find out what
was going on, and besides he was still energized from the
darkspear he had drained earlier.
"Greetingss sister Xoscyl, odd to see you in thiss city at thiss
hour, iss their something that troubless you? Warneshi hass
nothing at thiss moment to do, so perhapss he may assist you?"
[Xoscyl]
Xoscyl stops, startled by the voice of Warneshi. She had been
spotted exiting the small house where her sleeping traveling
companion lay, unaware that the spot beside him would remain
empty all night. She felt her face catch fire, and her cheeks
burn red. For a moment she felt herself begin to lose control, to
panic. She closed her eyes and let out a slow, long breath. She
then turned to face the warrior with a wicked smirk on her face.
"Brother Warneshi" She bows from the waist. "Tis good to see
another of the Grim about." Grinning she makes her way over to
her guildmate. "I was simply wishing to find some lively folk who
wished to share a cup of good rum."
The Orc cooly awaited the response of the Troll, hoping her lie
would be taken as truth.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi grined, how odd one would lie to a creature that was
reading her soul at that moment, he could see her fear,
confusion, and the part of her that wished to return to her
companion, but mussings such as this were far a better
entertainment then what was back in the tent; Warneshi would play
along, for now.
"Warneshi musst decline on your offer of rum, the food and drink
of mortalss holdss no sustenance for Warneshi, however, Warneshi
will share a table with you as you indulge in spiritss, unlesss
of coursse you have someone or something that awaitss you back in
the hovel *warneshi lets a wicked grin slide across his face*."
[Xoscyl]
Xoscyl looked back at the place she had called home since she
came to stay at Orgrimmar. There could be no room for such
hurdles in her life. It would only hold her back from her goals,
and she would only become attatched to something that could not
last. She felt her body calm and her mind ease as she convinced
herself that what she was doing was for her good... and the good
of others involved. She was doing the right thing.
Turning back to the Troll she said, "Sleep eludes me these
nights. I would just lay awake untill the city comes back to
life. Come, I need a drink."
She took a few steps in the direction of the tavern, then turned
her head to see if Warneshi was following.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi eyed the orc, how odd this one did not give in and
return to her sleeping partner, Warneshi mused over this and
thought perhaps he had done things she did not approve, perhaps
she would not miss this one if he was gone; Warneshi was begining
to hunger again, and if her sleeping partner was not wanted;
Warneshi decided he would return latter.
Warneshi followed, it seemed his visit to the orc city may become
more intersting then the dead darkspear he had left in his tent.
"Yess sisster Grim, let uss get you a drink, Warneshi growss
bored of standing here."
[Taegol]
Taegol's dreams were filled with a warmth that had been gone for
some time. He thought back to his childhood and of his family,
remembering the docile lifestyle his father and mother held
running the farm near the Crossroads. Taegol was never the most
popular person, his obsession with animals confused most.
Throughout all of his childhood his closest friends were the farm
animals that he'd train to do odd tricks. So it was of no
surprise that when he came of age he requested to be sent to the
school of hunters.
Taegol tossed and turned a bit in his sleep at this point,
remembering his parents reaction. They had disowned him saying
that the life of a hunter was wrought with danger and had no room
for love. He began to sweat as the memories flooded back, but
soon his body relaxed as his mind drifted back to the first days
of training. His class was filled with many orcs and trolls, a
few tauren's as well but most of those stayed within their home
city for training.
As the first weeks of class progressed he noticed that many of
his male classmates had taken an interest in some of the females.
He was mildly interested but he reminded himself that he had come
here to train and that his only friends were the wild untamed
animals of the world. Only they understood his drive and hunger.
Yet as his time with the school continued, his assignments forced
him to work with others. Then one day a new female orc was added
to the class, the teacher had announced that she had been
transferred from Splintertree. Her name was Xoscyl Vosuvras and
Taegol felt a twinge in his stomach when he looked at her. She
reminded him of the animals he trained, untamed and wild. When
assignments were given he'd seek her out to work as partners, and
over time they became accustomed to one another. This was
Taegol's first real friend and she was teaching him much in the
ways of society and culture. She always had men flirting with
her, and they even flirted with themselves a bit, but all in
harmless fun.
That was the beginning of something greater, when they were done
with school Xoscyl and Taegol continued to travel together. They
became close friends, and rarely went anywhere without the other.
Taegol was a skilled animal handler and Xoscyl was one of the
best markswoman in the lands. Their skills complimented one
another, and though their personalities seemed opposite they both
had grown fond of the other. Nothing romantic ever became of the
two, they were just friends and Taegol enjoyed laughing at the
many men who threw themselves at Xoscyl. She toyed with men, he
had never seen any of them get anywhere with her. He enjoyed
watching her wave the carrot in front of their face and leave
them begging for more. He smiled in his sleep as the thought of
having to subdue the men who became enraged came into mind.
Things had stayed as such until this very night... Xoscyl and
Taegol had gone through this season a score of times, always
joking about it and flirting humorously. This year was different
though... there was something serious underlying the heart shaped
candy and words of endearment that Xoscyl gave to Taegol. That
night they had shared each other for the first time and it
brought about something in Taegol he didn't know existed. This
thought stirred him in his sleep, he rolled over to check on
Xoscyl. Yet when his hands touched the area beside him he felt
nothing but the furs they had laid on, a frown graced his
forehead as his mind went through the possibilities. He rose
slowly and began donning his leather armor, and weapons. Once
ready he walked outside of the hovel and awoke Zark.
"Zark my friend, did you see Xoscyl come out? was she okay?"
Taegol asked, the furrow on his brow still present. Zark nudged
his master with his head and slowly rose to his feet. "Very well
then, let us leave this place. We all know I hate cities and if
she wants to, she will find us. Come Zark, we hunt Keldari!" With
that the two made their way to Ogrimmar griffon master, they
would hunt in Ashenvale. Taegol's heart ached as the night went
on, thinking of the empty place that was beside him. To remedy
his pain he killed more, and by the nights end the Keldari blood
seemed to have stained his very skin.
[Xoscyl]
The Orc woman walked to the tavern in Orgrimmar. She walked
through the doorway and sat at the first table she saw. It was
fairly empty, only drunkards who'd begun to quench their thirst
many hours before and adventurers of the night littered the room.
The barmaid walked up and asked for drink orders.
"Your finest mug of anything. I'm not picky." Xoscyl took a rope
from her hip. The fibers entwined were many different colors,
red, blonde, black, and white. She began to weave more of the
same material into the rope, making it longer.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi followed the orc, the city seemed so quiet at night,
perhaps Warneshi would have to frequent it more often at this
time. Warneshi took a seat opposite of Xoscyl.
"Warneshi will have nothing to drink. Now what iss that you have
there orc?"
[Xoscyl]
Xoscyl presented the rope in front of the Half-Troll. It appeared
to be about 5 feet in length and an inch and a half thick. One
end remaining frayed so that she may continue her work on the
piece.
"This here is a rope crafted of dwarven hair. Of every stumpling
I slay along my travels, I add their beards to this rope;
trinkets, beads and all." She sniffed the dwarven beard rope, "It
still carries the scent of their ale."
Looking down at her new rope she felt anger. It was not the
original and that upset her greatly. But she would still go on
with her plans against the dwarves, they had not deterred her
from capturing their king. It would happen, wither it be with
this rope or the next, it would happen.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi eyed the hairy trinket, he could smell...fear, pain, a
sense of great death and torment eminated from it; the
soul-residue from the dwarves still hung strong upon the rope.
Odd, thought Warneshi, this orca hatred for that kind must be
great to be able to keep pieces of the little "stumplings", as
she called them, souls attached to it.
Warneshi peered right into her eyes, trying to sift through what
he saw in her head, trying to unlock where this power of hers had
come from.
"What wass it thesse dwarvess did to you? Warneshi can smell your
hatred of them, and in your eyess, Warneshi see'ss a childhood,
and flamess and pain, great pain, and some small male orc. What
iss thiss secret you hold orc?"
[Xoscyl]
Xoscyl could feel red hot burning behind her eyes. Flashes of the
past once again flooded her mind.
"It is no secret. My clan, the Vosuvras, were cut down by the
dwarfs many years ago. I am one of a few servivors. I have vowed
to track down their king, the one who had killed my father and
mother himelf, and destroy his will, and kill him. This rope will
aid me in holding him down as I strip his bones of his flesh."
Her hands tightened around the rope and she gave a mighty
squeeze.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi let a smile spread across his face, he had found a
treasure trove of hate, a vault of anger so fast it could feed
his appetite for ages. This orc's anger must be let lose,
Warneshi wanted more then anything to watch her turn on all she
loved in rage and ripe it from the world, he wanted to shape her
anger into a weapon and use it to strike death blows to all in
her path.
Warneshi shook his head, it seems he let his demon-blood get the
best of him again, she was a Grim after all, and he had sworn to
not pull-strings within The Grim.
"It seemss to Warneshi, Xosscyl, that thiss anger iss well
founded, and a greater weapon then you might think. The dwarvess
took what wass mosst preciouss from you, your life as you knew
it. Are you going to let thiss stand, you work towardss
vengeance, but will killing thiss king do any good? Kingss can be
replaced, if you want true vengeance, you musst take from the
dwarvess what they took from you...the livess of their children.
Warneshi knowss of a small dwarven community that iss well away
from many common alliance travel wayss, if you wissh it, Warneshi
will take you there, and you can take from the dwarvess their
greatesst of treasuress...the future of their race."
[Xoscyl]
Xoscyl's mind stopped for a moment. She had never harmed a child
before. She could never bring herself to it. She justified her
reasoning that it was more painful to lose all that one had and
live with that loss. Many children had been sold to slavers
through Xoscyl. They were easily broken and if one day they were
out of hand she would not have to do the killing. But it was
true, they were the treasure of their dwarven parents. They could
possibly grow to be warriors or hunters, such as herself, and
come to take revenge for their families. This created a great
struggle within her.
Xoscyl shifted in her seat and look about for the barmaid that
was bringing her drink. "Perhaps, another time. I do nae drink
before battle, no matter what my enemies be." Spotting the
barmaid with her drink, she place the rope back on her hip and
licked her lips, anxious for the intoxicating liquor.
[Warneshi]
Warneshi sends for one of his couriers, he still is getting used
to having them around, and ordered a private spot reserved on one
of the zepplins and several bats waiting for a very special
flight.
Warneshi lets his lips curl into a smile, "when she iss recovered
we can begin to mold that hate of herss, and with the recent
occurancess, there iss much more to work with."
Warneshi went back to his work at the embassy, eagerly awaiting
Xoscyl's return and her decision.