~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}
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				Title: <strong>~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 01:45:43</strong>
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				(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs20/f/2007/231/7/d/Overall__Maiev_Shadowsong_by_Rikimaru_Ze_Assassin.png)<br><br>He was late.... Nervous energy had her pacing the livng room of her city townhouse. It had been more than six months since she last saw him and he was late. Instinctively her fingers brushed her flat stomach. Wondering if he thought she did not have better things to do.... Considering what little of her life he knew, he might really believe that. <br><br>Oh he would learn different soon enough. when he walked out the door the last time she hadnt wanted to tell him. Had not wanted to risk he would not leave. That this arrangement that they had would break. She still did not want to make that risk, but he deserved to know. At least that was what she told herself everytime she looked down at the little face at her breast.<br><br>Priestess Megaera: But as the time ticked by, that nervousness was slipping towards anger. She was not use to being kept waiting. That went double these days. Considering simply leaving. That would teach him. He arrive late at her empty place. The question coming as to whether to even leave him a note to remind him he was late, or simply pretend she blew this off. That if she was not any more important, than neither was he.<br><br><br>Her options would become more limited, however, as she could spot the orc, her lover, down in the streets of Shattrath. It would have been hard not to notice him passing through the mundane crowd, the people going around him as though he were a stone poking through the waters of a stream. Ruush Thunderclash, or that at least was what he said his name was.<br><br>This warrior was like an oak... his wizened face told of both his age and the struggles he had seen in his lifetime, his body sturdy and strong, even when age should have begun its ravages by now. His arms were like sturdy branches, and she had seen first hand the mighty blades he had wielded in either, wielding them with the precision more often seen with a rogue's dagger. His black hair grew long about his olive green face, as did his beard, both streaked with the odd length of grey here and there.<br><br>Dark eyes peered up to the window of her townhouse, before he went to the door. If he had seen her, he gave no hint of having done so. As his hand rapped against the door, the townhouse seemed to shudder, giving credence to his namesake.<br><br>Silently, he awaited her.<br><br><br>The sound of the knock sent toward the door. Anger had her feet across the floor. As much as she would like him to wait and suffer like she was, her temper got the better of her. Feeling better to get the door open.<br><br>Opening the door and letting him step inside. She was not going to have this arguement on the door step and in public. The last thing she needed was to draw attention as a night elf she was yelling at an orc in such a private manner. It would do neither of them well. <br><br>"You are late...." Growling at him. "You are really late.... Did you forget or what?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 01:48:15</strong>
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				"No," Ruush answered a little brusquely. He was rather laconic, and today was no exception. As the door was open, he did not hesitate to step inside. Just as she did not want to be seen with an orc, neither did he want to be caught with a night elf.<br><br>"I had business to attend to. The Horde needs me, and my axes. If I had the chance, I would have come sooner... but the spirits must not have favored such a thing at the time."<br><br>It was always the Horde, for him. No mention of a family, or personal matters, it was as though his only purpose in life was to serve his people. That was not too far from the truth for some orcs, but as he had never mentioned his own life in any way, there surely was something he was not sharing with her. But then again, he never tried to pry into her own life, always keeping things somewhat distant, almost professional in a sense.<br><br>"... I am glad to see you again, if that is what you wanted to hear." The corner of his lip curled in a hint of a smile, perhaps because he was teasing her, or he was enjoying her anger in some way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 02:08:54</strong>
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				(http://www.freewebs.com/angelsofretributionfrostmourne/The%20Alliance/maievs.jpg)<br><br><em>... The Horde...</em><br><br>With him, it was always the same. If she didnt know the little bit about him that she did, she would have thought there was another woman that delayed him. Yet he never once spoke of life other than Horde. She knew there had to be something more, but she never asked. No more than he asked about her activities while he was gone.<br><br>Maiev no longer even served her own people. She would never serve the Alliance. The battle between the Alliance and the Horde had never concerned her. She was a kaldorei. Her battle had long been with the demons that threatened their homeland. Her struggle to imprison the Betrayer and later to hunt and destroy him. Even now with her task completed and the hunt over, the fight with the Horde still meant nothing to her. <br><br>It tested her resolve. Not of being with him, but of the news she had thought to share with him. He did not need the extra burden that she had. It did not change that he deserved to know, but he did not deserve to have his attention and loyalty split. No, she would keep her mouth shut and let him return to his precious horde. <br><br>It was no real surprise that he blamed he spirits. That they had not willed it sooner. She had to wonder if the spirits would will this union between them at all. Was this a warning that it had gone long enough? She could not help but wonder. <br><br><em>... if that is what you wanted to hear...</em><br><br>With her open hands she hit the wall of his chest. Growling at him. A reminder that he was an orc. It was never going to be about compliments or groveling.. but that is what she expected. That was what she wanted. If she had expected romance, she would have chosen a different lover. <br><br>"What I wanted... was you to be here already" Hissing at him.<br><br>Whirling on her heels to move deeper into the room. The long dress flowed around her ankles. The soft material complimented her figure in the way her armor never would. Her purple hair was dressed up, so unlike what she was use to. A light application of makeup transformed this warrior into a lady that could rival Tyrande Whisperwind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 02:31:15</strong>
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				There was no offense as she struck him so brazenly; he felt it no more than one of her own people would have felt a simple pat on the stomach. Some orcs might have retaliated, just to show their dominance, but this only seemed to amuse him further, smile inching a little wider as she whipped about in frustration. "I would have thought time less precious to you than me... you live more centuries than I do years, what you lost in the hour longer I took to arrive was less than what I did."<br><br>Amazing, he thought, that she had seen so many lifetimes, and yet looked more youthful than he. In his lifetime, he couldn't say that he had been all too attracted to elves of any sort; he'd first met their folk as his clan had marched forth into Quel'Thalas, letting the sundered eye of their great clan behold the devastation they had wrought against the high elf kingdom. From what little he could have learned as he clashed blades with them, they had seen haughty, arrogant, condescending, and effete... so he had found little remorse in destroying them. He did not even care for their women, though he understood that the humans liked to babble of their females; they were too puny and frail, just like their men, and it had only served to remind him how much he loved his strong wife who had returned to the ancestors. He pushed that thought aside, not wanting to dwell on it. Thinking too much of the dead was to join them, in a sense, and he was still very much alive.<br><br>His eyes silently appraised Maiev as she departed from him in a huff. Until he had laid with her, and even afterwards, he had considered such an act to be deviant; even now, he would not share the knowledge of such a relationship with his daughters. But she was captivating, her drive and anger so alluring, strength undeniable... it was not as though she were an orc, her mannerisms were much too refined, and she too cold, but it was a fire that burnt him, drew him near like a moth that he was so thoroughly unable to resist.<br><br>"You are beautiful, as always," he spoke, throwing his huge arms around her waist; together the pressed against the bottom of her breasts down to her pelvis. As he held her captive, his head pressed against the purple skin of her cheek, going to inhale deeply of her scent. "I'd rather not wait another moment to have you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 03:01:08</strong>
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				(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/338/7/f/maiev_shadowsong_by_nightelfpriestess-d346q0k.png)<br><br>"Weeks... months... even years have very little meaning to me..." Maiev agreed. "Although I am aware of the passage of hours..."<br><br>There was no doubt the man had seen much in his shorter life. He wore it like a cloak or a helmet. Physically he was strong, but he was past his youth. There was something in his aged appearance. Something she would never have. Even if another millennium passed, she would never age like.<br><br>"Especially when I am waiting for something I want...." Relenting a little bit.<br><br>Feeling his arms wrap around her, she was tense for a moment. Wanting to rebuff him. To make him make it up to her, but she knew there was nothing to gain from that. She wanted him. Wanted him in a way that was unnatural among her kind. A human was understandable. A draenia, possibly. Even if she was not at war with the Horde, the orcs should be a tabboo. They were a blight here in Outlands. Yet...<br><br>Maiev shifted her head slightly to nuzzle his cheek as she felt his face so close to her. "I think you have waited too long already..." Whispering heatedly. Making it as much of an insult as it was an invitation. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 04:35:38</strong>
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				"Hm. Sounds like your life is just one long dream, from the sound of it..." In more than one sense, he was right. As she peered up to him, he lost himself in her eyes, with their ethereal glow, a quality tha always seemed to hypnotize. When he had encountered the high elves, their people had eyes not all too different from the humans or himself, and even after he had encountered his first blood elves their green luminescence had been more eerie than entrancing. But her eyes had an intensity not all too different from herself, as majestic as the stars. It was something that had drawn him to her from the beginning.<br><br>"I never was good at waiting," he grinned, going to press his lips to her own as she had brought her countenance to his own. As he went to kiss her, his arms began to turn her about, pressing her slender, petite figure against his massive frame. Ruush's right hand went downwards, grasping her behind roughly in his massive grasp as he pressed her breasts against his powerful chest, his other hand rising to take hold of of the strap of her dress.<br><br>Pulling away from her for a moment, he grinned from ear to ear, no longer hiding his amusement behind a smirk. The sight was something positively feral, with his tusks and sharp teeth, and he had frightened his companions' animals more than once before with what he meant to be a jovial sight. But Maiev would have known his good humor, having seen this savage yet benevolent sight countless times before. "But now, it is over..."<br><br>Still kissing her, his eyes still locked on her own, he began to pull away the thin threads that held her clothes up, letting them pool around her feet as he drew her naked body against his own, the coarse cut of his attire scratching against her soft, florid skin...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 05:25:46</strong>
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				"... a long dream..." Nodding slightly. That was certainly one way to describe it. <br><br>A kiss with him was always intriguing. The tusks and his teeth were sharper. <br><br>Turning her head as he lifted his hand to the straps of her dress. Watching him silently as he freed her from the material. Letting the bands and strings drop away from&nbsp; her body. Revealing smooth tinted skin. Standing before him, she was unabashed. Her people were of nature and found nothing to be ashamed of being naked. <br><br>Her body was much like the way he might remember from months earlier. Her clothes told her that her breast were a little large but not enough that she truly noticed physically. Through work out and regime her body was that of a warrior. Honed from years&nbsp; of battle. As the material pooled around her feet, she stepped out of it. <br><br>"... its not over unless you are planning on leaving your own on during this..." A curious note to her voice.<br><br>Raising her hands to start to help him strip away his layers. Fingers deftly able to find the quickest way to release them. There was something fascinating about his body. So different from those of the night elves. When she first approached him, she had wondered if she would ever survive him. Now she was eager to try him again.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 05:44:43</strong>
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				"Of course I don't," he smiled at her, big hands going to his own clothes as she went to help him disrobe. Beneath the hide and leather that he wore (it seemed he had stowed his platemail before he arrived), his body was rippling with muscle, his figure as hard as a rock as she might bring her hands upon his body. Even despite his age, he was better maintained than most young folk were, and she could feel his strength as his hands went to caress her sides and her rear as she came to his pants. This part, he gave her the privilege of removing alone, shuddering a little as she brought her hand against his impressive bulge.<br><br>There was something of a relief as she dropped the last of his clothes to join her own on the floor. His long manhood stood fully at attention, almost seeming to dwarf her dainty hands as she might bring them to touch his shaft. He almost felt as though he would explode from the slightest touch, not having enjoyed the feel of a woman since he had last slept with her. As they finally stood naked once more, his eyes peered down appraisingly at her body for just a moment before he locked lips again.<br><br>If he had paid more attention, he might have wondered how her breasts had grown so large, how her nipples had darkened since he had last seen her. But right now, all he could think of was that she seemed even more gorgeous than the last time he had seen her, her body more alluring than it had been before... that there was a certain glow he could not put a finger on.<br><br>His hand went to cup her behind, as he turned her about, leading her to her bed. "On your hands and knees," he whispered, his smile gone as Ruush's voice became more commanding. There was no doubt he was a man who knew what he wanted, how he wanted it, and he expected her to give it to him. As she took her place, presenting her body to him, he knelt behind her, giving her another look over as his manhood pressed against her right cheek. "Damn... what an ass," he spoke approvingly, subconsciously taking into note how her hips seemed to be wider than before.<br><br>At last, the moment he had waited so long for... he wrapped his fingers around his hardness, pressing it inside of her pink folds that set such a contrast against his and her own skin. A grunt as he fitted himself inside, shifting his knees forward as he went to take a handful of her purple hair. He'd never been all too gentle, and he wasn't about to be now, yanking back on her strands as he began to pump her furiously, the head of his shaft beginning to kiss the mouth of her womb as the bed shuddered beneath them...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 06:13:42</strong>
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				"Blessed be... you are certainly something...." Whispering mostly to herself as his chest was revealed. <br><br>Maieve was not shy with her hands, roaming his body. Drawn to the growing hardness in his pants. Little doubt that was what drew them together. To feel that connection for a while. Him deep inside of her. Her covering his length. As it came down to his pants, she showed no hesitation to push them down. If anything become more eager and excited. More impatient and in need of him. <br><br>Freed at last, her fingers rubbed up and down his length. Impressed by its length. Still amazed he could fit it inside of her. Her praise was cut short as he ordered her to the bedroom and into position. Hissing softly at him, but she loved it. That military man surfacing.<br><br>"....Ruush...." Whimpering for him. Needing him. <br><br>Feeling him press against her nether lips, her breath caught in her throat. Maiev found herself more aware of his length pressing into her. Aware of every inch sliding inside of her wet body. For a moment she wondered if maybe it was too soon. Then all her thoughts were destroyed as he took a length of her hair and pulled back. <br><br>Crying out as pleasure mixed with his brand of roughness. There was pain, but she was a warrior and for her it was all sensation. All amazing, adding to the moment. Amping up her body's response. Driving bliss into her body and mind. Letting everything else fall away. Driving her to that amazing release. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 06:32:32</strong>
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				There were perhaps only two things that were thoroughly exhilarating for Ruush... the sight and sound of battle as he carved his way with his axes, and the sight of his manhood sinking in and out of a woman in the heat of passion. His eyes drifted down to her soft buttocks as they jiggled against his pelvis, melded against his hard body. As fierce as she was, it only added fuel to the fire once they were in one another's embrace, and it was no different now than it had been before.<br><br>The sounds of their frantic lovemaking echoed throughout the townhouse, the warrior just as indefatigable in bed as he was on the field, in full control of the waves of euphoria that shot through his body even as intense as they were. His hands went to grab hold of her inner thighs, pulling her closer to him as he began to thrust against her even faster, making her breasts bounce and wobble beneath her like mad, his stomach pressing over the top of her behind as he filled her up again and again. It was a little amazing to him, too, that she could accommodate his terrifying length, and yet she seemed to so thoroughly enjoy it... even if she had resisted him earlier, there was no doubt she was his right now.<br><br>His body began to tense, hard muscle heaving... leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers as he felt his climax drawing near, tongues mingling together, lips pressed to lips as his fingers curled, squeezing her inner thighs as a low growl rumbled in his throat. With a gasp, his hot seed poured into her, filling her womb as he had done so many times before. He had never seemed to care to pull out before it was too late, his instincts too strong regardless to allow him to do anything but this.<br><br>Ruush breathed heavily, as though in a snarl, as he shoved himself as deep inside of her as he could, ensuring that none of what he had put within her would spill out. A moment later, he rolled her over abruptly, so that she was on her back as he rested atop of her. His lips soon found hers again, as he was wedged between her legs, his chest rubbing ever so slightly against her own as he shared what was a rather tender moment with his clandestine lover...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 07:27:01</strong>
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				Despite having the body of a warrior, there was still a feminine softness. She would never be as rock solid as him. There would always be parts of her body that moved and rippled beneath the impact of him. Her breast bouncing almost painfully. Barely aware of her butt and thighs rippling beneath the near brutality. <br><br>For a few minutes, Maiev was so completely out of it. Collapsed beneath him, panting. The occasional whimper escaped her lips. Legs splayed wide open for him to rest between. Her body completely exposed for him. He had seen her at her best against Illidan and her worse after his defeat. There was little for her to hide from him. For this time, her body was his. <br><br>Despite the brutality of moments ago, there was nothing but gentleness now. Sharing the kiss and the after glow. For a while there was nothing but them. Nothing else mattered. Just the feel of their bodies and the occasional soft noise. <br><br>"Ummm... I think you broke me..." Moaning softly as kissed him again. Eyes rolling closed. Trying to catch herself. Eventually needing to pull the little pieces of her mind together again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 08:20:01</strong>
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				As she began to speak against his lips, he couldn't help but laugh heartily, his kiss intensifying, a little more playful now than it had been a moment ago. "You're out of luck... you're going to have to find a priest to fix you," he teased, a big hand going to press against her soft face as he lay wedged between her legs.<br><br>He stopped a little suddenly, no longer kissing but still smiling, a little softer now. As much as he enjoyed the sex, he had to admit that being this close to a woman was something of a treat, a wonderful contrast between his life of soldiering and its hardships... he wouldn't give that up, but now and then he had to admit that it was refreshing to try something else. His lips pressed lightly against Maiev's, hands curling around her arms possessively, his manhood still buried inside of her as they rested together.<br><br>As he withdrew, his teeth, very, very lightly, tugged on her lower lip. Considering how sharp they were, it might have been a little scary, but she could rest assured that he was only playing with her. Next he kissed against the skin between her mouth and her chin, then downwards, on down to her neck, continuing on as his face soon began to rest between her breasts.<br><br>He hadn't seemed to notice the peculiarity, at least, not yet. But he surely would find out if he persisted in this playing, as he began to kiss the top of her chest...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 09:13:00</strong>
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				"Maybe I should keep one in the corner of my room" Jesting back with him with a laugh. <br><br>For a moment she was lost, caught on an edge of fear and excitement. Feeling his sharp teeth on her skin. knowing how easy it would be to break skin or seriously hurt her. Orcs were not usually cannibals but she was not quick to bleed for her forbidden lover. He was clearly skilled, able to apply just enough pressure without turning her into steak.<br><br>Feeling him moving lower down her bod, she realized she was about to be in trouble. Already her breast felt full and uncomfortable. She had been away too long and she could feel it. Normally it might not be a big deal, but the last thing she wanted to realize. <br><br>"I need a minute" Trying to urge him up. Wiggling beneath him, clearly uncomfortable. <br><br>Not use to denying him, she was a little more clumsy than usual. Not sure how to get him to take no for an answer. If he started fucking her like this, she was afraid she was going to start leaking. He might be orc and male, but even he sure would realize there was something more to her at the moment than she had been willing to discuss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 09:41:03</strong>
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				"If she's a pretty thing, you can keep her in the bed," he teased her about the priest, kissing her cheek before he went to play with her. Ruush seemed content at the moment as he paid his respects to her body, seeming to relax finally... but her sudden refusal made him stop in place.<br><br>His dark eyes peered into her own, as though to draw the answer to an unasked question through her eyes. Something clicked in his mind, as he thought why she had seemed more alluring than before. Maiev could watch as his eyes peered down to her breasts, his eyes widening as he saw how the tips of her breasts had clearly darkened since the last time he had been with her. He had seen women when they were heavy with child, as well as after... he had three children of his own, and had grown accustomed to the sight. As hard as it was to believe, he was sure he had swollen her belly...<br><br>"Where is our child?" he asked finally, not looking up to her yet, but his tone was grave, more than when he had first arrived. His assumption, immediately, was that he was the one who had made her pregnant; even if he had not spent so much time with her, he knew that he had never had trouble conceiving before, and was certain that with the few times he had spent with her the odds were not against him being the father.<br><br>He wasn't about to accuse her of hiding this from him; somehow, he understood. How he could face a child he had made, outside of the mores of his people, he was not sure, but he was not about to have this child lost to him even so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 16:54:33</strong>
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				Eyes widening suddenly as he asked where the child was. She was completely shocked. As much of a warrior as he was, the last thing she expected was that he would be aware of the slight changes to her body. <br><br>"... I dont know what you are talking... about..." Was her immediate response.<br><br>He knew now, but she told herself she would give him the chance to walk away. He did not have to get involved. She was not asking for help or charity. The mistake was hers and it did not need to involve him. She would not try to take him from his precious Horde. <br><br>Maiev moved to sit up. Not feeling comfortable trapped on her back during this conversation. While he was not as violent as many of the orcs in outland, she did not trust that this conversation was going to go easily for her. she had had his child and refused to tell him about it. Orcs still tended to family oriented if they had families, and she suspected his knowledge of women might be more than she had firt assumed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 01:54:47</strong>
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				To say he didn't look suspicious was an understatement, at best. His eyes now turned from her breasts, up to her face, still looking so gravely towards her. That he backed away enough to let her sit up might have been surprising, but he kept his arms near her hips, making it hard for her to escape from him. His length was still buried inside of her even so, their bodies still connected all too intimately.<br><br>"You aren't going to fool me, Maiev. You should know that by now," he told her. "I've had children of my own before... I know the signs when a woman has given birth." It turned out that an elf's body was not all too different from an orc's, at least in this regard.<br><br>"... All I want is to see our child. Nothing more." For years, after the defeat of the Horde, he had been separated from his family as they had been divvied up between the internment camps. Not all of them had survived... Alliance soldiers had beaten his wife to death in front of his daughters, and no one knew what had become of his son. He knew nothing of this child, but though the babe was not a full orc, he had no desire to be separated from any of his kin again.<br><br>The intensity of his eyes as they pierced into hers made it all too clear that he was resolved to find out the truth; his will could no more be shaken here than it might be in the heat of battle. And it seemed to mean that he would not take no for an answer, even if she might try to dissimulate her having having conceived by him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 04:48:31</strong>
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				It was a surprise to hear him speak that he had a family. She would not have guessed. It raised more questions than answers that he gave her. Even knowing that this child was not pure orc, he still wanted to see the child. Something that was seriously frowned upon in the orc culture. Half breeds were never as big or as strong as pures and the orc life was hard. <br><br>For a long time, she merely stared at him. As if he was going to back down just because she didnt say something sooner. It briefly crossed her mind to tell him it was not his.... but that was cruel. He already knew. He knew it was his. To save him from this was pointless now.<br><br>"He is not here...." Finally whispering. Her eyes finally looking away. His stare was too intense.<br><br>He probably could have guessed the babe was not there. The townhouse was too small to hide a babe and it showed no signs of children things. Actually the townhouse barely looked lived in. Other than the bedroom and from time to time the living it was largely untouched. <br><br>"He is with my brother, Jarod, at my home..." Finally relenting. "... He is well loved and cared for..." Feeling the need to defend that the child would never live a hard life or as an outcast to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 05:17:54</strong>
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				He might have realized that she was trying to spare him from the anguish of a child he would not be able to claim as his own. Perhaps he did not care for the ease she tempted him with; comfort was not something he was familiar with, others would have hung up their blades by now after such a life of strife, but he was still throwing himself at the blades of those half his age or less.<br><br>Or perhaps he was too determined to find out more of his child, limiting his vision to the question at hand. She wouldn't be able to chip away at his facade and find the answer beneath.<br><br>There was not much reaction as she admitted that their son was not here... at least, not the mention of his location. But the mention that she had given birth to a boy, 'he', made his brow shift. He had expected another daughter, girls had run in his family since him, save for one exception.<br><br>"... I want to see our boy." Not his, or your, but our, he had yet to deviate this. "If you are afraid I will reject him, you need not. Blood matters far more than race." Surprising words for one who had given so much for the horde, but his stony face betrayed no affectation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 06:38:58</strong>
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				"I fear for nothing..." Shaking her head. The look on her face was cold arrogance. Leaving no doubt that she truly believed she did not need him in her life. Or her childs life. If he did not love the child, she always would<br><br>"Get off of me..." Growling softly the order at him. A bit of command back in her voice. <br><br>If he was insistent about this, arrangements would need to be made. Needing to reach her brother. She was not prepared to take him to her home. Wanting to shower before she met her brother. She took measures to keep her brothers wishes of isolation, even if that was from her lover. <br><br>There was no doubt she was nervous about this the more she thought of this. Thus far her brother was the only one who knew of the child. A child she considered to be precious. While she would never let her child know it was unloved or unwanted, she was growing nervous of his reaction. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 13:16:14</strong>
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				It had been a while since Maiev had looked at him so icily... she had never seemed so fierce, so cold as the day they had brought Ilidan Stormrage low. He had known the moment he had first laid eyes upon her that this was a woman of true determination and grit, and even when she had fulfilled her life's only purpose, had slain that traitor, and known the despair of an empty life, she had faced it with such stoicism that he was at once struck.<br><br>He was not quick to get off of her, only pulling his stout arms away after a moment's gaze. If she had cowered, whimpered of his intent, or pleaded with him to let this be, she would not be the woman he had come to desire over these last few months.<br><br>Still fresh from their passionate lovemaking, Ruush's rugged muscles now bore a sheen of sweat over their surface, as though the shimmer was to highlight the perfection of his body. With a bit of a grunt, his manhood plopped out of her, a puddle of his seed oozing out from inside of her as he allowed her to escape him.<br><br>Even if her tone was so cold, Ruush did not feel hurt, guessing that Maiev was not eager to show their child even despite her words. But somehow, her belligerence only served to excite him; he had not begun their dalliance for want of sweet romance, but out of desire for a woman as fierce and cold, and as beautiful, as the harshest storms of Northrend.<br><br>"... I want to see our child." It was not a request; his voice was as commanding as her own, and he woild not beg to have that which was rightly his. Even as he allowed her to escape him, he was not about to let her get away entirely. Once he wanted something, nothing could stop him, and she knew she could not deny him long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 19:08:31</strong>
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				Sliding off the bed, she slipped out into the living room to contact her brother. Making arrangements for her brother to come into Shattrah. He would be discreet and she would meet him a block or so from the townhouse. <br><br>After that was done, she went to take a quick shower. Standing beneath the hot water to give some relief to her swollen breast. The longer she was away from her child... Their child... the more the ached and swelled. Washing away the sweat from their love making before toweling off. <br><br>Out of the shower she dressed in a long flowing dress much like her kin favored. Letting him stay in the house as she donned her cloak and slipped outside. It was a short walk and even shorter wait for her brother to appear with the babe all wrapped up. A bag on his elbow with all the supplies. <br><br>Kissing her brother goodbye, she walked back to the house. Maybe a little slower then necessary. She had meant what she said, at least at the time. But this was the first time anyone but her brother saw the babe. His dark skin was a tell tale skin of his father, but she thought he was adorable. At the moment he was sleeping, but she knew his eyes were bright like her own. <br><br>Unlocking the door of the townhouse, she stepped inside, but did not go much further. Looking up from the babe to the man who was his father. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 20:17:10</strong>
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				As she slid away from him to contact her brother, then went to wash off, he did not speak to her, hanging his legs off the edge of the bed, not going to put on his clothes. When she left the bathroom, he slipped past her to wash, just as silent as before... and she was gone by the time he came back out.<br><br>There was no animosity in his distance, in a way it was a show of their mutual respect. Harassing her over the child would only serve his ego, and it was hard to be happy when this had been withheld from him and their relationship had taken such a turn. Neither of them were ruled by emotion, and both had their sense of honor. She would show his child, he would leave her to deal as she saw fit, and both would be left in peace to wrestle with their anxiety. It was what they wanted, in the end.<br><br>After she had gone, he dressed and made his way to the living room. He had rarely needed to make use of the seats before, and in a sense he was surprised she had set out a chair that could accommodate his frame. He sat, in silence, far enough from the window that he could not be seen, and did not sit up the entire while that Maiev was gone. In this spartan townhouse, there was nothing for him save Maiev and his thoughts.<br><br>The door squeaked. Ruush rose, his stomach twisting, and as he saw the olive babe in her arms a heart that had beat through a thousand battles came to a halt. He had never been present at the birth of any of his children, owing to his campaigns, and though the woman was different this was a sight so familiar it sent a chill down his spine.<br><br>"... what a handsome boy," he whispered as he stepped forward, his first words in an hour. He recognized the tapered ears, but this child had his skin, his dark hair... in time it might change, but as small as he was now this boy did not look so different from his other children.<br><br>He outstretched his stout arms, and though she knew his savagery she could see the gentleness in his proferred hands. It was a side of him she had never seen before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 20:53:25</strong>
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				Stepping forward she gently placed the child in his arms. Taking a step back and allowing him a little space and trust with the small bundle. ALlowing him to hold his son for the first time. He said he had children but he never mentioned holding them, sh emerely trusted that he knew what he was doing or he would not have asked.<br><br>"I... was... planning on telling you today..." Barely whispering. "... I was not sure how to say it...."<br><br>After a minute she continued. "... I was going to tell you the last time... but I was not sure... sure... I could carry to term... Birth for us is difficult... and is not always successful..." <br><br>She really had not meant to hide the pregnancy from him, but she did not want to tell him only to loose the child in birthing or even the pregnancy. Maybe recognizing how hard that would have been for him. It was a burden he did not need to carry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 22:07:34</strong>
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				Perhaps it was a little unnerving to see her tiny son engulfed in the sea of his father's arms, and yet, there was no doubt of his tenderness and care in holding his child. The boy's head was supported, baby held close but not smothered. She could even see his hand gently carressing his son's back, as his face even softened as he peered down.<br><br>"It would not have mattered so much how you told me," he spoke, his voice not condemnatory but matter of fact. Tact was not an orcish quality, and as many years as Ruush had lived he had developed a fondness for straightforwardness alongside his thick skin. His dark eyes flitted up to her as she continued, no longer so piercing, so much more calm, content.<br><br>"I am just glad you showed me. I would have preferred if you had told me earlier, but these were trying circumstances... thank you."<br><br>Ruush leaned forward, going to give her a deep kiss, slower than what they usually enjoyed. He was careful even now, making sure their baby would not be crushed between them. "I had a son... but I do not know what became of him. He was born before we returned through the portal, and after Draenor was sundered he was taken from me along with my daughters and my wife..."<br><br>His eyes peered down to the boy. "Twenty years may seem trivial. But that is how long it has been since I had a son." He paused, still holding tight. "... have you given him a name?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 05:17:42</strong>
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				"... I never knew..." Whispering. Not sure what more to say at his revelation. She knew so little about her lover.<br><br>Never would she have though he had a family. She could not imagine that he would have a family he had not seen for more than two decades. For her, two decades was literally nothing, yet that was more than half his life. She could not imagine if her child went missing she would not drop everything in her life to find them. She did not judge him for his choice, but she could barley imagine the life he lived. <br><br>"I named him Rumali... it means meadow shadow..." Smiling maybe for the first time since he arrived today.<br><br>"Come sit down... " Moving into the living room to have a seat. It was not often they sat together although she had the furniture for it.<br><br>"He is strong... he sleeps much of the time, but when he wakes he has strength and an appetite." Clearly she was proud of him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 06:01:02</strong>
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				"You might never have known," Ruush spoke. It was not meant as an insult; it was simple truth that this child had begun to draw them closer than they might ever have been.<br><br>Even so, he had no intent of further mentioning his family tonight. His wife was long dead, but he had found his daughters and they now had children of their own. But this was part of a life he could never share with her, and so it was better left unspoken.<br><br>"Rumali... It is a good name." As far as elven names might go, but he was not so brusque as to demand she change it. The offer of a seat did not go declined, letting the child rest in his lap while Maiev sat nearby.<br><br>A laugh, hearty, though he tried not to be too loud. "Sounds like we have a little warrior in the making..." his voice rang with approval. He turned to her next, sharing another kiss. "I would not have expected any less from you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 20:25:45</strong>
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				For a while she sat on the couch with him and the child. Just content in the silence. Enjoying time with the child they had created together. She spoke nothing of the struggle of bringing him into this life. <br><br>As baby Rumali started to wake, she reached out to gently stroke him. "Say hello to your father..." She cooed at the little one. <br><br>After a mintue, she took him, putting him to her breast to let him feed. She made a soft noise as he latched on. Taking a mineu to adjust, it was clear the babe was hungry. Letting him feed for a while before switching breast. After he had his fill she allowed his father to hold him again. <br><br>Awake for a few minutes, the babe watched the man above him curiously. Clearly never seeing antying like him before. He was not afraid. Watching with the occasional noise or coo. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 21:17:07</strong>
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				It was a little strange to see Rumali's eyes open for the first time... these were not his dark eyes that peered up at him. Instead, these were the luminous white of his mother that peered up at him. But even so, he could not help but smile. Those eyes were as beautiful as they were peculiar, and they only served to amaze that they had ever managed to produce such a handsome boy.<br><br>As she introduced the roused babe, he spoke something... the guttural tone of the orcish tongue was clear, but it was no more than a whisper, hardly enough to disturb the child. Ruush was not one to smile, but she could see his cheer clear as day as he greeted the boy in his own tongue.<br><br>As she went to feed Rumali, Ruush stood up, going to kneel behind her. A kiss on the back of her neck, as his arms went to rest at her sides as he looked down on their child. There could not be a more beautiful sight than this, of mother and child together. Only when he had finished feeding him did he go to take his seat again, to take his turn with Rumali.<br><br>"What a brave little boy..." he murmured, smiling at the babe. "It took all of my children some time to get used to me... but it is as if I was there from the day he was born."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 21:47:55</strong>
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				It was unusal for anyone to watch her breast feed. The few times her borther was there he always excused himself until she was done. But this felt right and naterual. Glad to have him there with her. Able to releive a little stress she had about this meeting. While her child would grow up loved, there was some relief that he would know him. <br><br>Maieve nearly said that night elf children did not know fear at this&nbsp; age but she kept it to herself. Night elf babies normally never saw an orc so it might be understandable if the child had feared.<br><br>"I have some skills with a pen and paints... I was not sure you would ever know him... But I wanted him to know you...." Revealing after a minute. <br><br>From her memory she had painted a portrait of him. Showing it to the child often so he would know its father. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 22:28:27</strong>
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				"Some skill... I think this is the most modest I have ever seen you." His comment might have been just a little back-handed, but even so he was amazed at her talent, her recall. That she had prepared for this in case Rumali never met his father did not concern him; he was going to meet him now, and if Ruush perished the boy would still be able to know his father. Being upset would be senseless.<br><br>The orc leaned forward, peering at the details. He was not too familiar with his own face; vanity was not his forte, and he had never seen any point in an extravagance like a mirror. But he was not too sure he believed all the details; were there that many scars on his face? Had his beard and hair grayed so much? (Yes, as a matter of fact.)<br><br>But he decided not to bemoan such a portrayal. "You will be as handsome as your father, my boy," he grinned, speaking as much to himself as to the baby... and in a tongue Maiev would understand too.<br><br>A pause as he held the boy. "I know this must seem like nothing more than a shattered wasteland to you. But I think the spirits wanted Rumali to be born on my world. My own home is not too far to the west from here... and none in my family have been born in Draenor since me."<br><br>His hand gently caressed the boy's back. "When he comes of age, I want to teach him of my people... his people. I think that is why I was brought here again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 22:58:06</strong>
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				As he spoke, Maiev got up and went to the kitchen and one of the cabniets, fetching a modest bag, she returned to the living room. Sitting down in a chair across from father and son. From the bag she pulled out a tablet, as she flipped a few pages he might catch glimpses of what looked like their son. Settling on a page, it seemed a clean one, she laid the chalk out next to her, beginning to work at the paper. Occasionally her eyes look from the paper up to him, seeming rather distant as she watched them. <br><br>In comparison to her homeland, this place was a wasteland, but she had made herself a home here. Made a life here. A life far from her own people. Here blood elves outnumbered night elves. Even travelers did not come often. Adventurers came but they never made this home. <br><br>"I...." There was some hesitation to her voice, but finally she nodded. "... I am not opposed to him learning of his father's people..."<br><br>Looking up from the paper again. "You will teach him the language?" She made it almost a question but the look that she pinned him with clearly said it was not a request. <br><br>Flipping the page to the new one. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 23:28:02</strong>
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				He hated it, but he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as his promise to his son went unanswered. Why should he care if he looked good? It shouldn't matter if he received compliments; he was a warrior!<br><br>No. No, he was more than that now, he always had been more than that. But for two decades, he had gone without a lover... he had forgotten what it was like to care how another saw him in this way. As much as the thought bothered him, he knew that this was something he was going to have to get used to.<br><br>Besides, he would not be alone. Maiev had clearly attended to his appearance for his sake, it felt only right that he care about his own. At least, a little.<br><br>As she began to sketch, he gently turned Rumali so that his face was towards Maiev. He knew little of art, but he had a feeling he would dwarf the child in her picture. It&nbsp; would be hard not to... Rumali's small size was highlighted by the huge orc, how fragile he was between these rippling trunks, but so too was the tenderness and love of the man who held the cradled infant.<br><br>"I would be teaching him little if I did not teach him the Orcish tongue," he admitted. "... I know you will teach him of the night elves." It was still hard to think the boy was somehow not an orc, but then, Ruush had ensured it. It hurt to think the boy might always be estranged from his sisters, his nieces, but he would ensure that this boy would know his heritage well.<br><br>"... if I am unable, I want you to make sure he learns of my people, just as he would learn of me." He would not ask, or even make it sound like a question; it was too important. He needed to be sure that, if the worst happened, then his duty as a father would at least be carried out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 04:07:30</strong>
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				"If you make faces at him, he might react a little bit..." It was as close to playing with the new born that she could encourage. "At least that is what Jarod does. " It never crossed her mind that the only faces that he could probably make might scare the baby. <br><br>"He will learn of the night elves although I have no plans to take him there..." It was not entirely clear if that was to protect him from her people or if she did not wish to return. It had been centuries since she last called Darnassus home and would never do so again. <br><br>"That is a rather difficult task..." Pointing out. There was no need to remind him that if she approached the orcs with a half breed child, they might not kill her, but they certainly would scorn the child. <br><br>"... Be careful..." Whispering. It was likely the first time she had ever expressed any kind of concern for him. Her eyes were on the paper in front of her but normally she might give him a warriors prayer instead of a wish of safety or health. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 04:25:17</strong>
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				As she recommended that he might amuse the child by making a funny face, he made a face by sliding his jaw forward, leaving his mouth hanging open. But it only meant his sharp teeth protruded, causing Rumali to shrink in his arms. Quickly Ruush changed his face, brow furrowing in concentration as he tried to think of something less frightening.<br><br>This, however, looked silly to Rumali, producing a crooked smile as he enjoyed the pouty face. Ruush smiled a little, trying not to spoil the sight as Rumali finally relaxed.<br><br>"I will buy books on the subject, write you notes." He knew that even he would have trouble bringing his child about, let alone Maiev. But her whisper was enough to make him avert his eyes from his son to Maiev.<br><br>"I will..." he whispered, kissing his lover as he held their child. He now had not just one person to live for, but two...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 06:38:43</strong>
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				"You give me the materials... I shall teach him..." Promising.<br><br>A while later, Maiev offered to take the babe again. Trading the baby for her sketch book and putting the dark skinned babe to her breast again. She settled against him as she started breast feeding until the little one fell asleep again in her arms. <br><br>If he looked through the pages, there were dozens of pages of drawings of little Rumali. Often he had his eyes closed, likely sleeping. She had mentioned her brother being around, but there was not a single drawing with him in it. Actually the only one who appeared in the pictures with their son was their father. The newest pages were of several quick sketches of the pair. Drawings of him alone were mixed in with pictures of just Rumali. <br><br>Pages closer to the front had various sketchings. Some he might recognized as him in his armor. Some of them seemed to have missing pieces. In one there was no helmet on his head. Another his helmet and gloves were missing. A different seemed to be missing his belt or shoulders. If he looked enough, he could see the change in gear, when he bought a new piece, it was reflected in a picture. <br><br>The first pages were a mix of the Black Temple, various rooms and creatures. One resembled the cell she was held in. A picture of what looked like her armor scattered on a floor. Another seemed to be a self portrate of her stretched out on a bed. It might take a careful eye to realize it was one of the hundreds of beds in Illidian's Den of Mortal Delights. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 17:30:27</strong>
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				"Then it shall be done," was all he said further on this matter. It was necessary to think of the future, but he had no desire to dwell on preparing for his death any more than he had to. Better to concentrate on his life now than to ponder its end.<br><br>As she traded her sketches for the child, Ruush smiled softly, not opening the book just yet. His hand reached out, gently carressing her arm as she held Rumali. Though she was a warrior, she still felt so slender in his hand, and yet though she contrasted so much with his own women, the difference was more exciting than abnormal. But the sight of his son latched to her breast was not so unfamiliar... indeed, it was one he had come to appreciate more than any other.<br><br>Finally, his eyes turned to the book in his broad lap. He did not deal with paper often, but he had learned his lesson as to how not to touch it. Carefully manipulating the corners with thick fingers, he marvelled at what he gazed upon. His armor he had worn at Illidan's fall... that which he had been equipped in their reunion in Nagrand... and everything he had brought in their clandestine meetings ever since.<br><br>The gear summoned a trickle of memories, but what stood out more was that which he had both gained and discarded between their meetings, such that she had never seen it. This was him as she had seen him... and even her own portrait confirmed as much.<br><br>The armor had summoned a little stream, but the sight of her on this bed brought on a flood of that which could never be forgotten. Though it seemed she had been too chaste to illustrate them, he saw an image of a beautiful, dishevelled elf sitting up upon a bed, watching him from a distance as he claimed the last vestiges of the temple after Illidan's fall.<br><br>He remembered the look of apprehension, perhaps regret, as he accepted an offer made in haste and bewilderment... and how it had melted into ecstasy as he was her first lover in aeons.<br><br>So, too, did he remember the hours they had spent alone between the sheets, and of a long, passionate kiss they had shared before they parted ways from this temple, thinking they might never meet again.<br><br>The rhythmic crackle of paper drew to a halt, as her lover dwelt upon these few images, as though they had come to life before him. If she turned, she could see his rugged face, stone still, as he relived the moments that in time had brought him here...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 23:57:24</strong>
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				Passing the aftenoon with her lover and their child. Taking turns caring and holding the child. Feeding him every hour, Rumila mostly slept. Waking every once in a while to look around. His attention seemed to be fascinated by his father. <br><br>Approaching time for him to leave. There was an uncertianty she had never felt befor although it barely showed other than the nervous energy. Pulling a pair of drawings from the notebook, she offered them to him One seemed to be a self protrait of herself. The other was their son. The picture of their son had his bright eyes open almost as if to look at him.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking at him, she realized she was not sure what to say to him. He had left her a dozen of times and she never wished him well. Never told him to come back. Now they had a child together things had clearly changed. Maybe their relationship had not changed, but if something was to happen, there were larger consequences. At least for her and their son. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 00:29:39</strong>
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				He was not supposed to, but Ruush ended up spending a few days with his lover and his son. The Horde needed him, and if it had been as before, if it were just Maiev and their clandestine affair that kept him, he would have left soon. But now, though the Horde needed him, he needed to be a father more. He was not about to lose another child, no matter his obligations or the circumstances.<br><br>He studied the portraits she offered for a few good moments before he quietly accepted them. It was fortunate that he carried a few scroll cases to keep loot; in the time to come, he would not go far without this fragment of his family nearby, keeping mementos of his kin, full-blooded or otherwise, close at hand.<br><br>As he stood to leave, he went to give Maiev one last kiss after he had said his farewells to Rumali. "I will return soon..." he whispered, before he went through the door.<br><br>Before, he had made her wait months at a time for him, been late... now, he visited every month and stayed for days. That he left with joy from his own home, and returned with a heavy heart, did not go unnoticed among his family. He was in high spirits a year from having first seen Rumali as he made his way through Shattrath, and as he came through the door of his second home he eagerly pressed his lips to Maiev's.<br><br>"How is our son?" He asked. It was as surely his first question on arrival as it was that the sun would rise come morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 01:45:41</strong>
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				Before she could answer the question, the living room rang with pattering little feet. Rumila had started walking around his tenth month and had only gotten faster and better since then. He was good at running, at least as much as any one year old and loved to climb. <br><br>"He is suppose to be napping... He turns a year and thinks he does not have to take naps any longer." She tried to sound stern but there was emotion and fondness in her voice. The boy giggled as he ran to his father. <br><br>Stepping out of the way to let father and son have a few minutes. It was not only the boy that changed. Over the months the sparse apartment had too. While it still might seem bare, there were touches of life. She was actually spending time in the city other than just with him. There were toys here and there, baby blankets and pillows scattered on the couch and chair. On the wall was some of her art in frames. <br><br>"He has been eager for you... he can watch your approach from the street..." Smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 02:18:18</strong>
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				"He's come to show me himself..." Ruush smiled, lowering himself to scoop up the boy. She could see the love in his eyes as he pressed Rumali to his chest, grinning from ear to ear. The boy never seemed to fret over the jagged smile of his father, as familiar to him as this home.<br><br>A laugh as he was told of his son's disobedience. "In time, son, you will yearn for the peace of a minute's rest.... but with so much to do, I doubt you would believe me."<br><br>Grabbing his bag while still bracing Rumali in one titanic arm, Ruush made his way to the couch, ruffling his son's hair as he looked upon him. "I have been all too eager to see you, my son... it has been much too long." It had been a shorter interval than he used to have before he knew of Rumali, but there was no point in mentioning it.<br><br>Ruush smiled, "I have something for you, Maiev... I picked it up in my travels." His hand went to his bag, and, rummaging, he held out his hand, a golden chain poking from his closed fist. Opening it, she could see an amulet... but it might not have been something she wanted.&nbsp; It was not a fault of the craftsmanship, but the crafter; this ruby amulet&nbsp; bore the extravagant flair of a Blood Elf crafter; in Maiev's lifetime, their ancestors had almost brought the world to ruin. The ruby was set in a piece of gold meant to make it appear like a hawkstrider, the reflecting yellow and red coming together in a dazzling prism... one which served to aggrandize the Blood Elvea through this ostentatious symbol of their land.<br><br>Ruush did not say anything, but it seemed clear that he wanted approval for his choice. That he had insulted her did not seem to register in his features.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 04:14:45</strong>
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				The change in intimacy for them had changed little. They were lovers, but they never felt close. He was not her life mate&nbsp; no more than she was his wife. This child brought them together and bond them, but neither seemed to be asking for anymore than this. The important thing was their child was loved and cared for.<br><br>There was no doubt in her mind he loved his son. He came much more often now than when it was just her. She never asked about his missed obligations with the horde or the spirits. He arrived and that was what mattered. He also kept in better contact with her. Of course when they found alone time, their sex life had not diminished. <br><br>For him, she strived to keep a journal of drawings of his aging. All the little things she watched their son do. Allowing him to take with him what he would when he left. It was the best she could do to keep him in the raising of their child. The least she could do for him for all the efforts he made. <br><br>Smiling as she watched him pick up his son and move to the couch. Moving to sit near him as he unpacked. He had tried to give her money to help with the raising of Rumila, but she had refused. Instead making him go to the market, he could buy food or clothes or toys or whatever else. His choices were not always right or great, but the fact that he did it was what counted. <br><br>The smile faded as he handed her the piece of gold. The excitement diminishing a little bit. The dragonhawk was not familiar to her, at least not in a good way. The red ruby was also wrong. <br><br>"... Its a blood elf charm..." Finally speaking. There was clear confusion on her face as she looked at it. "... I... dont understand..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 04:34:10</strong>
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				There couldn't be any doubt that Ruush was fond of her; he loved her body, and enjoyed her company. But it might have been hard to say that he loved her as he loved his wife. They were still from completely different worlds, and had their own lives; going beyond what they had now would only make them unhappy.<br><br>But he loved Rumali, as much as he loved his daughters, as he loved his lost son. She knew he would do anything for him... even neglect his duties to the Horde. For a man who had given so much to his people, who would sacrifice his life for them, nothing could bespeak greater devotion.<br><br>Yet, for all the joy he had in returning, he could not help but feel his cheer diminish as she reacted to his gift. His brow furrowed, eyes dancing with confusion as he looked at the amulet.<br><br>"Night elf goods are few and far between in our cities... and it would be suspicious if I showed interest in the jewelry for cosmetic purposes, though they might tolerate such ornament if it were enchanted. But when I went to Silvermoon, I spotted this in a shop. I thought it was pretty, and a close enough substitute from fellow elves... but you do not approve?"<br><br>He had made it more or less explicit; night and blood elves were close enough that these gifts were interchangeable, that the two races and cultures were the same. He did not seem to mean it as an insult, but clearly his knowledge, at least of the night elves, was limited. His generosity would not change this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 06:09:40</strong>
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				".... I...." For a moment she was speechless. <br><br>"... we have been bitter enemies for thousands of years..." Starting out a little slowly. "A vial of sacred water from our Well of Eternity was stolen to create their corrupt Sunwell...."<br><br><em>... I thought it was pretty...</em>Repeating his words to herself. <br><br>Her voice trailed off, just shaking her head slightly. Not even sure how she could explain it to him. To her it was common sense, the blood elves steal and are destructive and only interested in more more more. Her own people have long strived to live in harmony with nature. Even with their appearance so similar, and outsiders often called them cousins, there was no known common ancestor between them. <br><br>"Our son will grow up to appreciate power and strength and with a purpose in life. He will not be addicted and craving for mana or the arcane. He will not be in constant pain or suffering..." Her tone was a little colder than he may have gotten use to over the last few months. <br><br>Shaking her head again "I... dont suppose night elf items would be easily found among the horde..." Struggling through her thoughts. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 14:48:52</strong>
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				As she started to speak of the ancient enmity between the night elves and their Highborne cousins, Ruush grimaced, realizing only now the faux pas he had committed. This was not so different from giving an orcish axe to a human... he even realized what a mistake it had been to give such a piece in the form of a dragonhawk, an undeniable symbol of the people she hated.<br><br>Now, he wished that he had learnt more of the history of the world of Azeroth... every inch of Nagrand teemed with history, of a tale of his clan and his fathers, even the furthest reaches of this shattered world still held its own legacy for him.<br><br>That was not true of Azeroth. He had spent more time slaying than learning of its people, Ruush did not even know much of his stalwart tauren and troll allies. The blood elves, until only recently, had been enemies, for he had once ventured through its pristine forests and left in his trail fire and death.<br><br>Had it not been for a desire to please Maiev, he would never have deigned to buy such a thing... no matter their politics, the blood elves would never be his people, and now they had even failed to make a proper gift for his lover.<br><br>His hand reached towards her own, fingers brushing together as he scooped up the chain. And, quite simply, he threw the thing to the ground before his heavy boot smashed it. "... I have never cared for them, myself. They are as you say... and time has not sufficed for them to be my friends."<br><br>He knew his own enmity, towards the humans... he would not depreciate her own hostility towards the blood elves. If this trinket brought her pain, then it was meant to be destroyed.<br><br>"I will find something more appropriate." So unlikely it might have made his words a lie, but he would try even so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 21:55:42</strong>
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				Maieve was shocked when he took the necklace and smashed it. It certianly was not expected. After a moment little Rumila wiggled to get free, his bright ones apparently was on what was left of the shiny gold.<br><br>"I appreaciate the thought behind the gift...." It was all she could say.<br><br>"Mine dada... mine.... " Rumilia seemed to finally be loosing patience for his own toy and getting attention away from the shiny broken thing.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 23:39:37</strong>
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				"Just too bad I can't give thoughts as presents..." Ruush spoke as he lifted his boot away from the ruined jewelry. It wasn't clear if he was joking or bitter, what with his deadpan delivery, but he wasn't given to brooding; if he was upset, he tended to say it outright. Sometimes, he could be too straightforward if anything.<br><br>His eyes fell to his son as he came down, watching as Rumali went to play with the shattered jewelry. Though the gold had snapped beneath his heel, the ruby was still intact, far too hard to be easily destroyed. It fortunately was too big to swallow, but the same could not be said of the chain and frame.<br><br>"Can you share with dada?" he asked, stooping down over the object he had discarded a moment ago. Quietly, he swooped up a part of the jewel, leaving the gem and the pieces of gold too big to choke on.<br><br>Sitting near him, Ruush smiled; at least his gift had made one person happy. "When you are an adventurer," he started, "you can have all of these you want, Rumali... and more."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 04:13:23</strong>
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				"Thoughts can make nice gifts..." Speaking softly. They had known each other almost two years and been intimate as long yet they rarely talked emotions. Maybe they both were being realistic. She could no sooner take him as a life mate as he could take her as a wife so there was not point in entertaining such thoughts. <br><br>"Have you ate yet?" Almost changing the subject as she moved to stand up and move to the kitchen.<br><br>Rumali was fascinated by the shiny pieces his father had left behind him for him. At least for a few minutes he was. Attention suddenly turning toward the near by table, hurrying to it. He brought his father a piece of paper. On it was various shadings and lines of chalk color. It seemed Rumali had drew his father a picture. <br><br>"Tell him what you drew..." Maievs voice came from the kitchen. <br><br>The smiling child pointed to a black line in the middle of the paper. "Dada!!!" The boy was clearly proud to have done a portrait of his father. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 15:21:09</strong>
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				"Can't say that I've ever gotten a thought as a gift," he said, with more than a little skepticism. But he couldn't help a little smile. "A kiss, on the other hand..." He leaned towards her, one hand going to rest on the small of her back as he&nbsp; pressed his lips to her own.<br><br>His grin only widened at the offer of food. "No, I haven't eaten since this morning... I'm already pretty hungry," he admitted. It had taken a little while to figure out Ruush's palette, his diet more dependent on meat than hers, but even so he had taken to her cooking eagerly. (The drawback, of course, was that she augmented his already sizable hunger.)<br><br>While she prepared his food, Rumali caught his attention. His dark eyes turned to the table, to the paper he held up for his father. It was crude, but for a child his age it was impressive even so.<br><br>"What an artist," he smiled, ruffling Rumali's black hair. "You definitely got your eye from your mother... do you have any other pictures?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 22:02:50</strong>
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				"He has been drawing a few each day. He took to drawing, not yet knowing his strength over half of the chalks broke but he still loves them." Indicating a box on the table. "He has been drawing a few each day."<br><br>The box had more than three dozen pictures in it. Nearly all where just lines and circles and squibbles. Nearly impossible to tell what the pictures were but the boy clearly had the interest in trying. <br><br>Having gotten into the routine of knowing him, she had started to cook this morning. Now with him here, she warmed it up and finsihed cooking the meal. Less than twenty minutes and she was setting the table. For him she included more meat than normal in the meal, but her plate was mostly vegitables. <br><br>Rumilia's plate was a mix of vegitables and meat. With his father here, the boy liked to eat and do what his dad did. Calling them to the table for meal time. Before their son they rarely ate together. If he grabbed a snack in between their intimacies, it never effected her or mattered. Now she went out of her way to cook meals and make this home for a few days.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 23:10:31</strong>
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				"Well, that is not so terrible if they break," he commented, smiling to himself as he peered over to the boy. "We can always find more for him, after all... and better he learn his strength now with something that is still of use even after being broken, than with something precious." Ruush could not help but peer down at the shattered pieces of gold. Perhaps he shouldn't be so quick to criticize his son, considering what he had done.<br><br>It was a little odd to peer over the pictures that his son had made, knowing that each line (most all were crooked) and shape each meant something different. During the wars, he had once come into a human household, and found in a frame a painting that was little more than a jumble of random lines; the hands that made it were much too steady for them to have been made by any but a master painter, as the careful overlay of colors could attest, and yet it had seemed utterly meaningless to Drog. He, of course, had left it to burn with all of the other things he did not want. Asking later, he had discovered that apparently this style was something of a trend among certain humans, and that it was not really meant to mean anything, but as to why he could never fathom.<br><br>Poring over the drawings, Ruush made sure to ask what this and that were, curious as to each little mark, though he rarely understood Rumali's reasoning. But it seemed that they would not have so much time to look over them, Maiev calling the two of them over to eat their food. "Come on, you can show me more later," he smiled, going to take his son's hand as he led him into the dining room.<br><br>By now, Ruush had gotten used to eating with Maiev and Rumali, it was no longer so eerie to be able to sit down and have a meal. But even so, it could not help but bring back pleasant memories, even as tinged with remorse as they were... of being able to be at the table with his wife, and his small children, able to enjoy his time with family when he was not on campaign. There was some semblance of it when he would go to meet with his daughters, their husbands and the grandchildren... but without a lover of his own, it was not the same as in old times. In a strange way, Maiev had given him back something he had lost for almost half of his life.<br><br>The meal was over in a short while, Ruush surprisingly hungry and eating his fill in but a short while. As he finished, he peered over to his family, smiling at each of them in turn, before he stood up. "Maiev..." he spoke up, going to take her hand, "... would you like to take a nap of our own?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 07:02:07</strong>
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				"Put Rumali down for his nap..." Urging her lover. <br><br>After Ruush's second visits she had turned the second bedroom of the apartment into a room. Painting the walls. Half of the walls painted to match the sprawling grass lands of Nagrand and its waterfalls. The other half were the forest of her homeland. Various toys were scattered on the floor. The bed was at least made, the sheets and blankets in a rich green color. In the past they had been hues of blue and orange. <br><br>As he put their child to bed, she went to her bedroom... their bedroom... Changing from the silk gown to something much shorter and revealing as she stretched out on the bed to wait him. While she had always been careful with her clothes, she was even more so since he started to come more often. Almost as if trying to make him not regret his choice in taking her as a lover. Or maybe he was her one chance to be something other than the warrior hero woman that the world knew her legend as. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 18:19:07</strong>
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				Ruush peered down at his son, already seeing the sleep on the boy's face. "Come, boy... even the greatest warriors need their rest," he murmured, going to scoop him up in his arms and carry him to his own bedroom. In just a short while, Rumali was in his bed, with his father gently rocking the crib as he stood nearby until the boy had fallen asleep.<br><br>Tearing his eyes away from his son, Ruush took another moment to peer around the boy's quarters, for each time he came in he always found himself staring in wonder at the painted walls. There was no doubt that they were Maiev's handiwork; the selection of colors, the strokes were far too intricate, creating a vibe of peace and tranquility as Rumali would lay between his homelands. But there was something more that stood out, how she had managed to blend the two disparate settings together though they were worlds apart. Perhaps the easiest thing to do would have been paint Nagrand starting at one corner and ending at the opposite, doing the same for Ashenvale... but she had chosen otherwise. The transition was sublime in its gradual subtlety, with a few trees distantly at one end of Nagrand before they began to dominate the field of vision a number of strokes later.<br><br>It looked as if Maiev had actually stood at some border between Nagrand and Ashenvale and drawn what she could see, for each time Ruush looked he felt as though he were standing on just such a fantastic place to peer at these two lands with his own eyes, rather than looking upon a mere representation. Perhaps Maiev had found some place between Nagrand and Terokkar and used it as her inspiration, but even so he was surprised that she could recall the subtle differences of her homeland. Ruush had been to Ashenvale sooner than she had (he doubted she had returned since her imprisonment), and though she had lived there a thousand lifetimes longer than he had, he was still amazed both at her recall and perspective.<br><br>Drawing himself away from this astonishing sight, Ruush made his way to the bedroom he shared with Maiev, grinning as he saw how she had dressed up for him. He never would have thought that an elf could have excited such desire in him, having found such attraction deviant... until he had met Maiev. Now he could not resist her charms, he yearned for her, and he would have her...<br><br>"Hello, beautiful," he whispered, going to plant his two trunk-like arms to either side of her, pressing his lips against her own as he kept her trapped before him. "You look so good... I think it was worth the wait." His hands made its way to her shoulders, beginning to slide the straps off of her body, letting them fall to her waist. His eyes fell upon her full breasts, and he could feel a twitch in his confined hardness as he watched her body heave.<br><br>His big hands went to her chest, beginning to squeeze it as he pressed himself against her, his covered length pressing between her legs as they melded against one another. Ruush began to knead her breasts, his touch rough, yet as he did so his lips went to her soft skin, kissing softly, gently grazing her with his sharp teeth. Dark eyes flitted up to her, ablaze with desire, as one hand began to snake down her hip towards the crotch of his pants...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 22:24:55</strong>
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				Watching the door and her lover appeared in the door way. Smiling at him, clearly anxcioius. It never seemed to take him long to put their son to sleep. The boy was well behaved, but sometimes he was more behaved for his father. She was not sure if that was because he intimedated the boy, or the boy was more inclined to obey a male. <br><br>Rolling over off of her side and onto her back as he approached the bed. Watching with anticipation. He came much more often now that their son was born. She knew he came mostly for his son, but it had fringe benifits like the sex. It was always amazing to share a bed with him. <br><br>Her smile widened as he stripped the gown. Widening her legs to allow him to press against her. Moaning as the rough material of his pants rubbed against her core, closing her legs around him. Moaning and whimpering. <br><br>"... its almost been too long....""<br><br>Watching as his hands wenttoo her breast. The purple hue of her skin such a contract to his. She no longer breast fed their son, so they no longer leaked at his touch, but there was still senstive. Even more so with his rough touch. More than happy to help free his length. Eager to get him out of his pannts and inside of her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 23:21:38</strong>
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				How he could go without her for weeks at a time, Ruush was not so certain. The promise of her body was tantalizing while he was away, making his time away an ordeal, but now that he had her so close he could finally achieve his sweet relief. His eyes darted up to her own as she whispered to him, but he did not answer; his head was still buried between her breasts, hand gently kneading one, the other kissing, sucking her soft flesh into his mouth as his manhood pressed between her hips.<br><br>The orc pulled away, hands going to move to either of her arms, pinning down her wrists as he lifted up his chest over hers. His eye drifted downwards, watching as his hardness began to part her nether lips like a ship through the seas, shuddering as he felt her warmth, her tightness sucking him into her. As soon as he hit rock bottom against the mouth of her womb, his hips pulled back, thrusting him into her again in less than a second. Again and again he rode her, soon pressing his body against her own now that he was solidly inside of her, grunting as he forced himself into her body again and again.<br><br>It took a bit of straining and angling uncomfortably, but Ruush's lips were on Maiev's once more, hotly, giving her a passionate kiss as he pumped her furiously. He had never been gentle with her, she knew that from experience, but she there was an undoutable passion burning inside of him, whether or not it was love.<br><br>Silently, he hooked her lower lips onto his teeth, holding it delicately, just enough to let her feel the sharpness of his teeth. As he held her in suspense, his own lips curled up in a playful smile, not missing a beat as they rutted... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 00:32:55</strong>
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				As he pinned her arms down, she was reminded of the size and strength differance between them. That if he truly wished it she was helpless beneath him. Helpless against him. But this was consensual and she was more than willing to give herself over to him. <br><br>There was no doubt the male orc was physically and sexually larger than a night elf male. Even though she had given birth just over a year earlier, her body was tight and did not easily accept his invasion. The mix of his strength and her wetness allowed him to succeeded, but she felt every inch that he pressed into her. Buried himself so that she thought he would never come out. Moaning and writhing beneath him. <br><br>Then his hips began to move and she was nearly screaming for him. Her hips and butt propped up into the air, legs open to completely give herself to him. Letting her lithe body ride the tidal wave that was his body. Weeks of abstinece, her body quickly amped up in repsonse to him.<br><br>To describe him, she would never use the word gentle or soft. When her body was ready he used her hot and fast till she was screaming in orgasm and he was completely spent. Maybe that was part of the reason she had concieved so realitively easy with him. A conception that the chances of being successful and been nearly zero.&nbsp; <br><br>As he bit her lip, her breath clearly caught in her throat. As rough as he was, there was always an elment of danger. It was so easy for him to make her bleed or really hurt her through one more of lapsed concentration. Walking that fine line, and his skills at it was part of the reason she found him so exhilerating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 01:54:00</strong>
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				As she began to cry out for him, feel her climax clenching her body, Ruush let her lip slip, chortling to himself as her voice rang through the room; for once, her own sounds overshadowed his as his laugh was lost beneath her moans. Moving down, the orc pressed his chin atop of her shoulder, or as close as it could come considering his height, as his body began to push itself harder and harder against her.<br><br>His stamina was undeniable, keeping Maiev on the edge for what seemed like an eternity, only to force her over at last and into a turbulent sea of satisfaction. But even he had his limits, her body too inviting for him to resist, the sensation bearing down upon him as his tolerance began to slip... she could feel his body tensing against her own, giving in to his base instinct as he hammered into her even harder than before, rocking her entire body beneath him as he pressed down on her.<br><br>There would be little doubt that he wouldn't pull out of her; he had never done so before, and it didn't seem that he would do so now. That he might conceive another child by his lover did not seem to dissuade him; he had to know what the consequences might be, even if they were slim (it had been just as remote a possibility when he had sired Rumali.) Even if Maiev tried to convince him to get off of her, it was far from certain that he would acquiesce...<br><br>With a primal roar, Ruush shuddered against Maiev's broken, exhausted body. his hot seed pouring into her in a veritable torrent, filling her womb at last as he rocked against her. For a moment, he was silent, recuperating from his exertions before he pressed his lips against her own once more. "... think you're ready for round two?" he murmured, lips turned in a greedy smile as their sweat-sheened bodies pressed close.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 16:39:50</strong>
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				<br><br>It never crossed her mind to ask him to pull out. She was not human, she was not one of a dozen other races. The chances of her getting pregnant were so low, it was near impossible, especially so soon after her first child. After she discovered her pregnancy with Rumali she had assumed it was because of her age, even among her people she was old and had never bared a child. <br><br>As he found his release and forced himself deep inside of her body, she wrapped her legs around him to hold him there. More than satisfied, she was exhausted, but she loved the way he filled her body. <br><br>Hearing his words, she moaned softly. Honestly she hadnt recovered her strength yet, not that that was a requirement. As he liked her pinned firmly beneath him, she needed to do little more than scream and cum for him, offer her body freely. <br><br>"... I... think you broke me..." Her eyes rolling shut as she shifted her hips, shivering slightly as the sensation washed through her. Her body felt so sensitive at the moment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 18:41:59</strong>
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				"What a pity..." Ruush muttered against her lips as she playfully spoke, "now who will I have my fun with...?" He groaned a little as she shifted against him, feeling his manhood slip inside of her, sending just a hint of a shiver down his spine.<br><br>Fortunately, or perhaps not, Ruush seemed to relent from their exertions for the moment, content to rest against her for a few minutes, to feel her soft body beneath his. But as the moments began to pass, Maiev could feel him begin to push against her again, and in but a short while they were both gripped in the throes of passion once more...<br><br><br><br>The days passed all too quickly, and it seemed as though Ruush had sojourned with his family for but a day when it came time for him to leave. He had given Rumali a few presents, of a suitably martial nature (a little wooden axe was one of them), but he did not neglect Maiev even after the faux pas of the blood elf necklace. It had become a custom for him to go into the town, and return with gifts for his family... in lieu of the shattered amulet (which he had let Rumali keep a part of) he gave a beautiful, fine silk nightgown. Its color was a lovely dark blue, translucent enough that it would give a shadow of her curves when it did not leave them tastefully exposed... and, better yet, it was of a night elf make. (He had purchased it from a scrupulous goblin who dealt in goods from both the Alliance and Horde, and who could be trusted to keep his mouth shut for fear of alienating his customers.)<br><br>But the day came when he could stay with her no longer... his duty could only be postponed, not forgotten. So it was that, after giving Rumali a farewell hug, he stood up to press Maiev against him, his lips pressed to her own as his arm rested against the small of her back. It was about as tender as he could be.<br><br>"I promise I will return soon," he mumbled, dark eyes staring into the gentle light of her own. For a moment, he felt the urge to stay, to disregard all of his responsibilities... but he knew he could not. Yet, it wouldn't stop him from sharing a few moments more with his lover...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 20:55:38</strong>
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				There was no doubt in her mind that he stayed longer than he should have and delayed even longer, but she never complained. Knowing he had to do what he could. He spared as much time as he could for her and Rumila. Maybe much more than he was really obligated to do for her. <br><br>Kissing him, she settled against his body for a moment longer. Nuzzling him before she let him go. Not making it worse than it was. He would be back in three or four weeks. Knowing it would come as soon as he was able. <br><br>For a few minutes she watched him leave, finding herself reminded of the orc stranger she had seen recently. While orcs were not uncommon in Shattrah, she was more wary of them these days. Few others would realize that her child was a half breed, or care that Rumila was part orc. While she did not doubt her ablity to keep her child safe, but it was still a confrontation that she wanted to avoid. <br><br>Since she was living more in the city, she was more aware of her neighbors. More aware of the regulars in the her neighborhood. She doubted anyone would plot against her child, but she was taking no risk. Thus far nothing had really caught her attention. <br><br>After the Children Week, she was more active taking Rumila to the orphanage. The place was packed with children that were half breeds. Many of them their parents dead, some simply didnt want to raise half breeds. <br><br>Something caught her attention about a nieghbor. At first she did not think too deeply about it, an orc in the apartment. Wondering if it was a guest. It was something to keep her eye on. Waiting for him to leave. While there was little she could do, she did not like the idea of an orc neighbor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 21:44:20</strong>
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				This orc neighbor had not found himself as Maiev's neighbor by accident... though he had not come since a few days before Ruush's arrival, he had started to rent it from its owner a month beforehand. Using a Tauren, whom he instructed to reside in this place, he had used him as an intermediary as slowly establish a network in the city of Shattrath. The orc had felt that a Tauren would be the least worrisome Horde race to a night elf; he knew Maiev's prowess, he did not want to alert her to any sort of danger for fear of the wrath she could visit.<br><br>A short while before Ruush had arrived in the city, this orc had arrived in person to carry out the last of his plan. While his Tauren associate was competent, he was not about to leave anything to chance. This orc had arrived just after dawn, when it would have been most likely that the nocturnal Elf would have been asleep, so that his arrival would not have been noticed. From there, he had sequestered himself in the top room, keeping the curtains drawn tight (though he augmented them with a bit of magic so that he could spy from next door), and sending out the Tauren to speak to their band of informants... largely the destitute folk in Lower Shattrath, those whose poverty had made them invisible to most eyes, and which ensured that they would be eager to give information in exchange for a pittance of coin.<br><br>But now that Ruush had gone, there was no further need to be here... he had gathered enough to gain an answer to the question that had brought him here, and now was the time to depart before he could spend any more time in proximity of the deadly night elf. His plan was to depart at dawn, as before, when Maiev would be least likely to notice him, and from there return to Orgrimmar. There were just a few things he needed to gather from upstairs, where he had made his base, and then he would wait until morning to head out.<br><br>Climbing up the stairs as quietly as he could (for his huge frame, he was surprisingly lightfooted), he carefully opened the door so that the air coming in would not ripple the curtains. In dead silence, moving no more than an inch at a time, he began to carefully gather his things, making sure that there was no sign of any activity behind the curtains. He had just taken one last leaf of his notes, and begun to head back down, when his body tensed as he heard a thunk from the landing that faced away from Maiev's home...<br><br>His Tauren ally was reliable, and most of the time this act would not be an issue, but his huge body all too often caused him to grow hot and sweaty. When night came, every so often he would open one of the windows to let some of the cool air into the townhouse, which all too often seemed to have a problem with its heating and ventilation. The orc bit his lip not to shout, and, to his horror, he watched as the curtain rippled ever so slightly at the rush of air; it did not expose him, but it made it seem as if someone were up to something from behind. Maybe it would just go unnoticed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 22:05:18</strong>
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				The tauren that recently moved in made her less than happy. Of course any new neighbors made her unhappy. Although she doubte a tauren would look twice at her. Many of the neighbors were Daenai or Blood elves, which made other neighbors stand out that much more. Being an night elf, most still looked past her. Like Ruush assuming all nights were the same.<br><br>Walking past the window as she often did, she couldnt help but notice a shift. Stopping, out of habit, she stealthed. Everything in her said it was wrong even if it was perfectly normal. Slightly on edge, she couldnt see anything wrong, still she did not like it. From what she knew of her nieghbors, the tauren that lived there rarely moved the curtians and almost never opened them.<br><br>Looking over to the bedroom in the back that held her sleeping son, she paused a moment. Temptation too much, she contineud to stealth as she moved outside. Moving to walk around the perimeter. The first thing she was aware of was the smell of tauren. God the animals smelled. She didnt know how Ruush stood to work with them. <br><br>A few minutes and nothing more. Nothing that she could put her foot on. It made her uncomfortable, but there was no more to it than that. Another quick walk around, she continued to be stealthed and unseen until she was back in her apartment. Glad her son was still sleeping. <br><br>Settling down, she watched silently through the night. Normally she might have ignored it, but everything in her was on edge. The last thing she expected to ses at dawn was an orc leaving the tauren apartment. It made her consider maybe she whould be watching her neighbor more closely at dawn and dusk to see if this was a one time occurance
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 00:19:10</strong>
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				The orc was not aware that Maiev had noticed the ripple, had even gone out to spy around the townhouse; her skills far surpassed his own, even he would admit it. But as dawn began to draw near the next day, though he had resolved to return to Orgrimmar with what he was sure was a conclusive answer to the question that had been posed to him, something did not seem right... was Maiev truly that estranged from the Alliance? He had been given reports that Jarrod Shadowsong visited occasionally, perhaps there were other Night Elves who might come by? Surely there was some ulterior motive in what Maiev did...<br><br>And so, he relented from his intended return. That dawn, he did not leave, instead remaining upstairs, though he had told his tauren ally to be more careful with opening the windows from now on; the tauren had not heard his employer skulking about upstairs (not that he could have no matter how hard he tried), and to only open them during the day from now on. A hot night would surely be miserable from then on, but it was either that or to have his wages docked.<br><br>So it was, that this orc spy remained a few days longer, surveying the night elf's home. Strangely, she did not appear as often as before, not even as much as before Ruush had arrived, and the cloaked child she brought with her on outings never emerged. He had a sinking feeling that the night elf might realize that she was being spied upon, or perhaps become more paranoid, but he trusted his intuition and wanted to stay until he was absolutely sure of what schemes, if any, she might have been up to...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 08:14:25</strong>
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				Morning light came and she had made the choice that Rumalia would not be leaving the apartment for a day or two. She did not want him exposed, no matter the reason. It was better to stay in. He seemed happy enough with the items his father had brought. <br><br>Contacting Jarod, she had him come to the town house and stay. As on edge as she was, she did not want to leave the house with Rumali. She had him use as much stealth as the warrior was capable of. Considering the man had largely disappeared from the world, she trusted his discretion. <br><br>Sadly Jarrod came around less and less as Rumali got older. He was no longer a silent baby but a toddler with thoughts and opinions, up and moving around. There was no denying the child was part orc. While her brother refused to talk about it, she read into his absence that he could not easily handle it. He would never condemn her. Any child a night elf could birth was rare and special. Still he held himself back. <br><br>Dressed in her leather's she often watched out the window. Taking not of the few comings and goings. None of them orc. Still she refused to be put on ease. It didnt help she swore at one point the tauren looked right at her townhouse before going inside. <br><br>In a moment, she was outside. Stealthed and moving toward the orc. It was early dawn and not many people where yet out. Following him barely a block before making her move, Stealthing behind him, she grabbed him, using strength and surprise to pull him into the alley. As stealth broke and she appeared, so did her chakram. Firmly pressed against his throat. <br><br>This close, she was surprised to find that the orc might very well be from Ruush's clan. The surprise did not cross her face, she was too controlled and too old to be caught up in the emotion. At the very least he was an Outland orc. That really should not have surprised her, there were a lot of orcs in Outlands, but finding him like this was still surprising. <br><br>"You are going to explain why I should let you live because you are not a threat to me and mine...." Hissing softly at the male. <br><br>The chakram ensured his height and size advantage was minmal at best. And she was more than ready to simply kill him. A corpse could not protest a pick pocket. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 08:33:42</strong>
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				As she pressed the chakram against his throat, she could tell right away that this was no unseasoned orc. Most any being would start to holler, or beg the moment they felt a sharp blade against their throat. But he only gave a hiss, as if disappointed, raising his hands to show he was no threat. He understood that making a noise right now might well spell his demise, that she would need to dispose of him before she could be caught. It seemed as if he had anticipated that it would come to this...<br><br>"I'm not a threat..." he muttered, keeping his voice low. He was glad he hadn't brought his tauren associate with him; his hireling was skilled, no doubt about it, but he doubted his judgment in a hostile confrontation and knew the man would have attacked Maiev in a vain attempt to save his orc employer. That would only have gotten them both killed.<br><br>He sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable as his throat pressed against the edge. "Listen to me carefully... I am from Ruush's clan, and furthermore, I'm his close kin... his nephew, by his younger brother. Check my right pocket, you'll find a bandana with our clan's emblem. It's what I wear when I want to be recognized, which you can guess I don't want to be."<br><br>Sure enough, if Maiev rifled through his pants, she would find said piece of cloth, bearing the sundered eye that was the emblem of Ruush's people. All the while, she could tell that this spy was being cooperative, keeping his hands up, and his eyes forward, not trying to get loose or fight his captor. Once she had investigated on her own, he began to speak once more. "I had merely wished to find out why it was that my uncle was spending so much time away from the Horde, and his family... it's become a matter of some concern, though more than outweighed by his prowess and serve to the Horde. I haven't found anything that would warrant further investigation... this is a scandalous matter, to say the least, and I would rather go home and say as little of it as possible. If you kill me, however, I know that it will only bring more eyes this way, something that you and I would both prefer to avoid."<br><br>He paused. "... I wanted to just go home, but since you are here, I must ask... does that child belong to Ruush?" It was as much 'resistance' as she might get from the orc, but now that he was sure that she would understand there was no point in killing him, he had to ask. He doubted he would have been able to find out otherwise, but now that the opportunity presented itself, he would not turn it down...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 09:24:24</strong>
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				The chakram tightened, threatening as he warned her to listen carefully. Clearly reminding him he was not in a position of power. He could adjust his tone to better reflect respect. <br><br>While she had little reason to believe he was lying, she took the invitation to check his pockets to confirm his story. It was better to confirm it than leave it as a maybe. If there was truly an investigation, she knew that her option of simply killing him was next to nill. Even hiding his body, they would look at her first. No this secret was out of the bag. The man clearly had enough sense to realize the situation was delicate. She was not sure if he was lying when he said he did not wish to explain this, but she had little choice but to take his word for it that it would not become gossip. <br><br>"Rumila does..." Answering simply as to the paternity of her son. While she would have kept the child a secret, there was no point now. Allowing the man her son's&nbsp; name. Not that she expected him to be impressed. The name clearly was not orc, but she had done her best to honor his father in the choice. Another thing she doubted this nephew cared about. <br><br>"I would suggest you inform your uncle of your activities before I do..." While she had no doubt it would effect Ruush to know his family had sent a spy, she preferred that his family make the confession than they be the first words from her lips when he arrived next month.<br><br>"If you and your family have any sense of self preservation, you will stay well clear of me and our son...." Giving her warning as she stepped back. There was little point in continuing to hold the weapon to his throat. The man seemed smart enough and a true fight was going to call attention to guards and passerbyers. Not something either of them wanted. <br><br>"You got your answer... " And in a way, she had gotten hers. Moving to leave. At the alley mouth she would be forced to put the weapon on her back and as she did not really want to face questions for being out in the open, she planned to stealth home. Despite her warning, it was going to be a while before she felt safe in Shattrah again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 21:37:39</strong>
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				A hiss as he felt the curved steel pressing harder against him, reminding him of the peril he had put himself in. Even so, he was not about to change his tone. Though he was not going to antagonize her, neither was he going to debase himself before her in order to assure his safety. Honor, even in the face of mortal danger, was still paramount... but maybe he would be a little more careful about his phrasing.<br><br>When she revealed that this was, indeed, Ruush's child, he tried not to frown... he had expected as much, but this was still not something that pleased him. Though at least Ruush had not been made an accomplice in the Alliance's schemes against the Horde, nevertheless it was disconcerting that he had become so intimate with one of the people who had made themselves the orcs' enemies. And, besides from that... their child had clearly not been named by his father, instead taking an elvish name.<br><br>The orc took care not to look at Maiev now, knowing that his eyes would betray his disgust, but that he could not look upon her hardly dampened his distaste and bewilderment for this elf. Ruush had never given an indication that he would be interested in such soft, frail women, and even though she was taller than one of the puny blood elves, it did not alleviate how very un-orcish the former warden was. How could Ruush's dalliance with this woman have persisted, even to the detriment of his standing with the Horde?<br><br>His thoughts were interrupted as Maiev demanded that he inform Ruush; he could feel a sinking feeling in his gut. He and his uncle's daughters had hope to keep this a secret, for Ruush would vehemently have resented such an intrusion into his privacy. But he knew that if he came forward to tell his elder first, it would be better than his lover doing so. "It shall be done... and you'll not see hide nor hair of me again. That I promise."<br><br><br><br>Now that he was out of danger, the orc breathed a sigh of relief once he was sure he was out of the elf's sensitive earshot, and made his way home. But while he had been able to endure the night elf's threats, the thought of Ruush's fury at having been intruded upon gave even him pause. Calmly, when his uncle returned home, he straight-forwardly explained what he had done... much to the older orc's rage.<br><br>Ruush was slow to anger, but once he had been pushed far enough, his anger was truly something to behold. After stewing for a minute in silence, his expression changing from shock to furious betrayal, he began to holler and shout, making his home shudder with his booming voice, threatening to slice and hack his treacherous nephew apart for his underhanded misdeeds. Ruush demanded to know if his daughters had had any part in this, and while the younger lied, Ruush did not believe him for a moment, sending him out and demanding he only return when the women were in tow. They had heard of the night elf mistress before Ruush, but what caused them more consternation was that their father might have discovered what they had done behind his back.<br><br>When the two women arrived, they, too, partook of his bitterness, as he bellowed his absolute fury at how he had been betrayed by his own children. Arakka was bold enough to ask him, pointedly, how he dared to criticize them when he had kept his night elf lover a secret, but this only stoked his fury even further, and she wisely sealed her mouth. They knew that he would not strike them, but his rage and presence was enough to intimidate even the boldest of them. When he had finished, he sent them out, telling them not to return until he changed his mind. There was no doubt that he would seethe over this for months, perhaps even more; even when he would no longer be able to hold an axe, the old orc surely would be able to hold a grudge...<br><br>Having estranged himself from his family, Ruush returned to Shattrath three weeks later, rather than a month; he needed to get his mind off of what his kin had done to him, and there was no better place than to be with Maiev and Rumali. I know that boy would never betray me, he assured himself, as he came to the night elf's home, his fist beating a little heavier than usual on the frame...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 22:58:56</strong>
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				Word that he would be arriving early was a welcome one. Although she could not help but think it was a bitter. Knowing what his family had done. She figured that was why his early return. Time that he might have spent with them was now given to her and their son.<br><br>The morning of his arrival, she asked Jarod to take her son for a few hours. He promised he would. She was not certian what condition her lover would be in when he arrived and rathered him calm than forced to pretend he was fine in front of the boy. The boy was much too young to understand what his half siblings had done. <br><br>When the poundind came on the door, she knew she had made the right choice. She was grateful she was not the one that had to explain it to Ruush first. Instead of her usual gowns, she had dressed in simple leathers. Her make up and hair was still done, but she had forgone the femine dress. The leathers she chose still complimented her shape. Hugging her curves and show her cleavage.Likely what she wore when he was not around. <br><br>Opening the door, she stepped back with it to allow him to step in. <br><br>"Rumila is with Jarod for a few hours... they will be back in time for dinner..." Informing him before he even began to look for his son. Not wishing to disappoint him further. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 23:29:24</strong>
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				As he arrived, she could tell immediately that her lover was trying to hide his anger... his face was taut, lips closed, eyes ablaze, but he moved as though trying to control himself, lest his anger erupt forth, trying to keep it under pressure. She could even feel the hotness in his kiss as he pulled her close, not going to squeeze her behind as he usually did, instead pressing her body almost painfully tight against his own as he locked lips with her.<br><br>"... that's for the best," he muttered, putting aside his disappointment that his son was not here to greet him as usual. Ruush had hardly wanted to see anyone in the last few weeks, even his beloved granddaughters. While he wanted to be with Rumali again, he had an inkling that it might be unpleasant for the boy to see his father in such a state.<br><br>After he had broken the kiss, Ruush went to take his seat heavily. He had a feeling that Maiev must have caught his nephew, there was no reason for him to confess otherwise. "... the vipers, to think that I begat such treachery," he muttered. "They must have deceived me, there is no chance that my own children would have done something to me... my own true daughters must be dead, and those two must have posed in their place."<br><br>His fury still went unabated, blinding him to the concern that had prompted his daughters to begin with; it had reminded him that his world with Maiev was not so impermeable as he had wanted to believe, and that surely others would only continue to intrude upon it, if not his kin, then others who did not care for him as much as they...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 00:12:13</strong>
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				Maiev could not help but think he was amazing. A reminder of what had caught her eye that day. While he kept his anger undercontrol, clearly he was on edge. While he was always rough, the embrace clearly pushed the bonds, but honestly it only made it better for her. Hating that her lover clearly was not happy, but it would not be the first time they worked stress of each other.<br><br>Watching as he took a seat. Giving a moment for him to growl of his daughters and kin. She spoke nothing of her encounter with his nephew. Surely he knew she had met the young man. If he did not bring it up, she would leave that wound lie. At the moment she doubted he cared that she threatened his nephews life, but it was a detail he might not need to know. Maieve moved to sit down on his lap, straddling his legs, knees buried deep in the cushions. <br><br>"Lover... you served the horde faithfully more than two decades... To the point you had little time for your family and even neglected me for a time..." Reminding him softly. "Suddenly you are coming up missing for days at a time from both family and duty..." Pointing out gently. "While you are cleary entitled to a life outside of dedication and family... some may wonder.... Or worry."<br><br>Moving to kiss him hotly, a little rough. The only thing that kept her slightly held back was his teeth were increadbly sharp and could cut her badly. While she did not mind bleeding, her lips were not the place for it. <br><br>Continuing the kiss, moaning aganist his mouth. Sliding her hips back, her hands moved to his pants. Working on the fastenings of his pants. Starting to free his length. Her own choice of pants made it so he would either have to rip the crotch out of her pants, or she needed to stand a moment to push her pants down. <br><br>Either case it didnt take long for her to be straddling his legs, posittioning herself over his length. Starting to slide down his length. As he was not gentle when he took her, she did not spare herself as she forced herself down on him. Driving herself hard, over and over again. Moaning, nearly screaming. It was an amazing sight to watch his length dissappear inside of her lithe body. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 03:03:32</strong>
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				His body responded quick to the intrusion, hands going to cradle her rear as she sat atop of him, his eyes looking to hers intensely. There was no hesitation in his physical response... in a matter of moments she could feel his hardness pressing up against her, giving in to his base instincts as she stood so close, breasts pressing against him, curves all over him. While his rage had been intense, it melted before another primal sense, as he felt her in his grasp.<br><br>"... Maybe." It was the most he could give her; his rage, even tempered as it was by lust, could not be completely assuaged. His children, no matter the reason, had gone behind his back, had not even asked as to his absence. That he most likely would have given no explanation did not occur to him... it was his duty of his children to obey, not to second guess him. But maybe he was being hasty...<br><br>His dark eyes flitted up to hers as she began to reach for his pants; sliding back, he let her do as she pleased, one hand going to the shoulders of her blouse, helping it down so that he could squeeze her breasts in his green hands. But as his manhood pressed against her still-clothed bottom, he frowned... one hand moved quickly, tearing between her legs and helping her up to impale her on his shaft.<br><br>It was fortunate that she did not expect him to be gentle, as, indeed, he was not; gripping her breasts in his powerful hands, he used them something like handles, using them to push her up and down his considerable length as his hips bucked wildly. His lips find his way to hers once more, hands now going to squeeze her round behind as he used it for leverage, drawing on her lip ever so slightly before he went to bite on her neck daringly...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 04:07:41</strong>
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				There was something about the fat that he simply ripped the seam of her pants wide open and plunged into her. That she was still more than half dressed. Her soft hunting shoes still on, her pants, the shirt was still hanging on, yet he was so deep inside of her. Of course he was entirely dressed too.<br><br>He gave no objection, feeling his enthusiasm. While her body seemed lithe and fragile compared to his massive frame, she had proved time and again that she could handle anything and everything he threw at her. Anything to her, she could take him and his strength, and right now, the noises that desperately escaped her lips reflected the amazing mix of pleasure and occasional pain that he put her through, that she was driving herself into. <br><br>There was little doubt she needed a release from the stress as well. She spent three weeks knowing that the number of people that knew about her child had doubled. Unwilling to reach out to him before he communicated with her as she did not want to be the first to tell him. While she did not think his family would act against Rumila, she did not entirely trust them. Rumila carried an elvish name instead of orc. Other than Ruush's disappearances from duty and family there was little outside appearance that he cared about his son. Not that she had ever needed any, but it might make those looking the situation and wonder. <br><br>As his mouth moved from her lips to her throat, she tilted her head away, giving him access to her neck and shoulder. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 08:23:57</strong>
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				A kiss against her neck, lightly... no matter how gently he might touch her, his teeth and tusks always pressed a little sharply against her skin, an unwavering reminder of the savage roots of this man she shared her body with. "... I needed this," he mumbled in sharp relief, able for the first time in weeks to be able to relax even as he strained his body against her own. Just as he had found peace away from the battles of the Horde with Maiev, so too had he now found solace from his troubles at home in the slender arms of this elven beauty.<br><br>Hands squeezed a little tighter as he pushed Maiev more quickly on his incredible length, muscles working furiously to lift her up and down, bringing the head of his length to her nether lips before dropping her down until her rear rested atop of his sac, before he hoisted her back up with a grunt. She'd known him for almost three years, now, but rather than getting weaker the aging orc only seemed to get more vigorous and potent, nothing seeming to phase him or slow him down.<br><br>As he began to feel his hard body tense, Ruush pulled away, letting his back rest against the chair as he angled his hips to push deeper into Maiev, his groans growing thunderous even as Maiev continued to cry out, her own sounds lost in his own. With one last, powerful thrust, his teeth bared in a snarl, his hot seed rushed into her, filling her womb yet again as he pressed against her, body hard as steel and as flexible. With a sigh, he collapsed back on his seat, sweat beading on his green skin as he lay back.<br><br>Silently, Ruush leaned forward, going to press his lips against her breasts as he peered up to her with a roguish grin, resting his head against her soft skin as one hand gently traced the small of her back. He did not speak, not just yet, just wanting to bask in this moment of intimacy with his lover...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 19:05:54</strong>
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				A few minutes passed as she tried to catch her breath, it didnt last long before she was wiggling her hips again. Encouraging his length to harden inside of her. Starting to ride him all over again. Making it just as intense as the first time, bringing them to orgasm all over again. <br><br>A little time to breathe, but not enough for real thoughts to start, she encouraged him again and again. Physically driving them both to their limits and passed. Giving him and herself a release from a few weeks of tense and anger. <br><br>Collapsing against him, she was completely spent. Her face pressed against his throat, arms limp around him. Just trying to breathe. While they were always passionate and strove to wear each other out, she couldnt remember it being this intense since the night Illidian met his end. That need for a few hours of no thinking, no thoughts, just feeling and exhaustion.<br><br>On the verge of sleep, she slowly moved to sit up. Rousing herself. Her body had calmed and breathing was normal again. Kissing him again, this time a little slower. "I am going to jump into the shower..."<br><br>Body a little stiff, she stretched as she climbed off of him. Starting to strip her remaining clothes off. Needing to wash up and dress. Wanting the hot water to wash away the last of the emotions and leave her fresh and relaxed. Start pulling herself together before Rumila arrived. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 08:21:52</strong>
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				As Maiev rocked against him, it hardly took her much effort before she could feel him stretching her inner walls again. Though his youth had left him, he was as virile as a man half his age (perhaps even more, considering that he did not fail to harden again at the slightest provocation.) Again and again, he spilled his seed inside of her, holding her down tight as he reached his climax so that not so much as a drop would be wasted. Only after he had begun to descend into bliss, the tension fading from his body, did his grip grow lax, letting them rest more easily against one another.<br><br>As this cycle came to an end, Ruush let Maiev slip away from him. It was drawing time for Rumali to return home for dinner, as Maiev had mentioned, and as much as Ruush had enjoyed the release he had found in his lover after so many weeks of tension, he still wanted to see his son, the only child of his that he wanted to be any part of considering what had transpired.<br><br>The orc reclined in his chair as Maiev began to walk away; his dark eyes followed the sway of her rear, and he couldn't help just a bit of a grin. She might not have been the typical orc's perception of beauty, but she seemed to grow on him more each time he came to visit her. For a while, he simply sat back in the chair, leaving his half-flaccid manhood flopping on his lap, before he could hear the shower being shut off.<br><br>A moment later, he was up, waiting at the door. As she passed him by, he ambushed her, giving her a kiss and a body-melding embrace before he went to clean himself. He was done in record time, washing himself with a military drill precision (amazing, considering how big he was) and he was out of the bathroom in a matter of moments. "... it will be good to see Rumali," he smiled, going to stroke her cheek as he pulled her a little close, already finding peace as he stood at his lover's side...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 06:20:47</strong>
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				As he showered, she finished the touches of dinner. Greeting him with a kiss as he came out. Listening as he expressed his interest in his son. <br><br>"He has no concept of time yet... but he has been eagerly awaiting your return." Giving him a rare smile that was just for him. <br><br>"He..." There was a slight pause. "... knows that Rumila is yours..." She was not sure how much his nephew had admitted to knowing or who he had told. "... He was warned that it was in his best interest to... keep his distance..." Admitting she threatened his nephew. Even against his family, she would protect their son if it came down to it. <br><br>"I will be back in a few minutes... I am going to pick him up...." Heading for the door. Other than mentioning her brother in passing that Jarrod was in her life and her son's life, she rarely said more about the man. She had never brought up the two men meeting each other. Jarrod was never in the apartment when he was there, although he might get the impression her brother was usually in the city during his visit. The walk to the orphanage was a short walk for her, as soon as she was outside, she stealthed to avoid being seen. <br><br>It was only on the walk back, she passed largely unnoticed. Cloaked, so was her son, whom she carried on her&nbsp; hip as her legs could carry her faster than his. As soon as she opened the door, she released the wiggling boy to fly into his father's arms. <br><br>"Its going to be dinner time, so head to the table..." calling out before the boy got too wrapped up in playing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 07:09:09</strong>
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				The orc smiled as he still held Maiev in his arms, going to give her another kiss on the side of her neck. A gentle breath, as his dark eyes returned to her own. "... What bliss, not to care for time, only for the moment," he murmured, his hands going to rest on her hips. "Seems I've become more aware of how my own time passes, these days, but it is not without its perks." There was more than one way he could mean it. Yet, there could be no doubt that he was more relaxed now; where he had been valiantly keeping his rage at bay, now his fury was quelled after he had been spent in the arms of his lover.<br><br>It could be seen as she mentioned his nephew; where before, he would have been angry at the mention of his deceptive kin, he only furrowed his brow. "He is not a child any longer," was all he said. "If he wishes to endanger his life, then I will not protect him from the consequences of his own stupidity. He never should have come here to begin with... if anything, he should be thankful he is still alive. But I know he will not try this again, if he values his life." He had been informed that they had discovered Rumali's paternity, but it was unlikely to spread beyond the family. He did not feel that Rumali was in peril... only that he did not enjoy that his private life had been so interfered with.<br><br>As Maiev turned to head away, he gave her one last kiss, before he stepped back, letting her go. Never had he expressed an interest in meeting with Jarrod, even as the night elf was the one who tended to little Rumali in his father's absence. Perhaps being close to one night elf he could reconcile, but turning this to a habit might be too much for the old soldier to accept.<br><br>But there could be no doubt how dearly he loved his son; as the boy hurried to him, he lifted him up into the air, sitting him on his shoulder. "Tis good to see you again, my boy," he grinned, before following after Maiev to the table. Though the days would always be lost in some sense, it was moments like these that made him feel at home more than anything else, that perhaps he had found a place away from the battlefield on a world that had once been his own...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 21:45:45</strong>
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				Maiev sat at the table, allowing the males to have their seat, serving them. Passing te plates around. It was something of a small feast, at least compared what she normally cooked, Ruush tended to eat more so she liked there to be a bit of left overs.&nbsp; Allowing the meal to pass gently. It was clear Rumila had quite the appetitie.<br><br>Rumila talked about his day with Uncle Jarod. They had gone fishing just outside of Shattrah. Not that their son realized it was outside the city. To him, it was outside the walls and stone walk ways. Jabbering about the fish and going into the water to splash around. <br><br>After lunch Rumila wanted to sit on the living room floor and play with the chalks and paper. Encouraging his dad to draw, even trying to teach him something new. Growing most excited if Ruush drew something new. Trying to imitate his father.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 22:18:00</strong>
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				Not a lot of what Rumali said made all that much sense to Ruush. Even though he had spent some time with his children as they had grown up (some more than others), there was a great part of their lives that he had missed out on. Rumali's babble did not make too much sense to him, seeing how he had never learnt baby talk all too well... something about Jarry, the pretty fish outside, and it seemed the boy did not have much of a sense of what details to omit as he rambled on. Even so, Ruush could not help but smile as his son carried on, listening patiently until they had both eaten up.<br><br>After the meal, Ruush stood up, going to approach his lover and throw his arms around her waist, drawing her close for a passionate kiss. "Can't wait for tonight, love," he grinned mischievously, squeezing her rear (outside of Rumali's vantage point) before he returned to their child. For a moment, he was content to watch the boy draw, not wanting to interfere, but as it became clear that Rumali wanted him to join in he could not resist.<br><br>Ruush's skills at drawing were nowhere near as adept as that of his lover... that, and the fact that the crayons were small for his fingers made it a little more difficult to draw. But perhaps to a boy who could draw no more than squiggles, they might seem like nothing short of masterworks.<br><br>First, he drew his clan's standard, that sundered eye, as best he could. The crudeness of his drawing lent itself to the emblem; this was a battle-standard, made by fighting men and not artists, so it was only natural that this symbol would be more rough than elegant. Next came a scene from his youth... his uncle, standing before them, mighty axe raised high as he surveyed his warriors, preparing to lead them into the new world that had been laid before them. Ruush knew something was wrong with what he'd drawn, but he wasn't sure what... in truth, the depth of his drawing was skewed, such that the orc who had once been the chieftain of his clan seemed like a giant before his assembled warriors. But maybe that was not so terrible a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 06:11:03</strong>
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				Rumali was excited to watch his father start to draw. Asking him what each thing was just the way his father had questioned him. Sometimes repeating the words. Rumali was quick to try to imitate his father's drawings, or at least attempt to. After his own attempts, he was quick to give his father attention again, waiting for him to draw something else. For another explanation and eventually his own turn.<br><br>The attention lasting a few hours until his energy level over powered his ability to concentrate and he wanted to crawl on his dad. To tickle and run and scream through the house. To play hide and seek, although Rumali could not seem to hide without giggling or calling out for his dad. <br><br><br><br>Ruush stayed his few days, leaving the house to go to the market and she assumed to check for words from the Horde. He was a week early, she could not imagine he had truly taken the time completely off. <br><br>Over the next two weeks, Rumila and her said good bye to him a few times while he was called away. Each time he seemed to return quickly. It was the second return when she realized, he was refusing to go home. Not that she was to complain and Rumila was overjoyed to have his father. As happy as they were to have father and lover home with them, she could not help but feel that his daughters and granddaughters were missing him. <br><br>If Ruush was truly happy, she would have kept her mouth shut and let him come and go as he pleased, happy he called her place home... but she could tell the issues that drove him here, still plagued him... Things he was avoiding and could not run from forever. <br><br>Laying in bed with him after an especially rough tension relieving episode, essentially both of them having their brains fucked out. She was curled against him, resting. <br><br>"As much as I love you here with us... your daughters must be missing you... If not your daughters then your granddaughters... who dont understand your sudden absence... anymore than Rumila would..." By now, she thought the best approach to him, was about the children. He seemed to hold the young above adults. Not that she blamed him. <br><br>"Your nephew has seen Rumila, at least at a distance..." Reminding him after a moment. "... Would you daughters... want to meet their brother..." It might be a strange thing to say. Maiev was thousands of years old, yet she had taken a lover that was barely a few decades. He already had daughters that were in their second decade.... And he had a son that had yet to see his second year.<br><br>Her tone still spoke of her indecision. She was uncertain about exposing her son to his orc family, but she knew that Ruush wanted the body to learn his heritage. She saw it more recently, his attempts to teach Rumila and Rumila eager to learn anything his father would talk to him about. She thought maybe this would ease some of the sting that he clearly felt about his daughters betrayal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 02:38:01</strong>
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				Ruush couldn't help but notice how eager Rumali was to learn more from his father. His crude drawings were nothing compared to the gentle strokes of his mother's paintings, and yet the boy seemed to have the same appreciation for them. The boy didn't seem to have much in the way of patience; he would ask what Ruush was drawing before he had even begun drawing the first line, and yet it did not bother him. Here was a chance to let the boy learn of his people, of those who once lived in this land, a land that was his home as much as it was his father's. Even if his mother was a night elf, Ruush would make it certain that his son would be just as much an orc as he.<br><br><br><br>Though he seemed to enjoy his time with Rumali and Maiev, there was an unmistakable somberness about Ruush, and though it seemed alleviated at times in others it seemed as though the weight of the entire world lay upon his shoulders. She might have expected him to give in to his rage as she asked whether or not he should try and make amends with his daughters, but as much of his energy had been consumed in their vigorous exertion, he was not all too likely to get so passionate once more. It had taken several hours to exhaust him, and it would take at least a few minutes before he could muster up any of his outrage.<br><br>"... right," he spoke tersely, hesitant. "I am not sure if they want to see him... want is not the right word. But... I hate being apart from them. That I have spent such time away from them, years of captivity, and now I choose to separate... I cannot help but feel it is wrong. They deserve the truth, and I shall give it to them. What they do afterwards, is their decision."<br><br>She could see it plainly that Ruush was not eager to share this with his daughters; the unease was palpable. That he chose to say nothing more of it was as good an indication as how his body seemed to stiffen against her. Softly, he pulled her closer to him, going to kiss her lips as her smaller body melded against him. For now, it seemed, he would rather keep his mind on other things...
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 04:48:19</strong>
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				Maiev was careful to talk about the topic when Rumali was napping or busy playing in his room. It took a few days to make the plan. Jarrod would watch Rumali for the first encounter. There was no reason to draw the children into something they could not understand. <br><br>She had brought up him going to see his daughters, but he would hear nothing about it. Instead sending word of the time and day he wished for them to come to Shattrah. While she did not know the whole content of the message, she imagined it was short and terse. Part of her wondered if the girls would come under such a summon. <br><br>The day came and Maiev left in the morning to take Rumali to the orphanage where Jarrod would pick him up. She saw less and less of her brother these days. Not just because of Ruush either. It seemed her brother still loved his nephew, but there was no mistaking the boy was as much orc as night elf. Something her brother did not take as easily. Still she trusted her brother to entertain the boy for the day. Eventually she trusted for her brother to disappear again rather than ever let Rumali realize his displeasure. <br><br>Back home, she dressed in soft leather. The cut of the dress was traditional night elf. Flowy and loose around her body. Accenting her small frame. Pulling her hair up and away from her face. Despite the fact they were going to meet his daughters, she still armed herself with a pair of daggers, discreetly. <br><br>"Ready?" Asking softly as she moved to his arm, molding herself against his body gently. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 05:57:02</strong>
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				In any case, Ruush seemed certain that his daughters would come at his demand; perhaps they would not be so slighted by the brevity of his message as Maiev might be. Her lover was clear that he had no desire to come to them, as though to admit defeat; they would have to come, and deal with the fact that he was involved with her.<br><br>But, in any case, it seemed to work. Plans were made, for the daughters to arrive as one group in a back room in one of the inns, then for Maiev and Ruush to enter together. The tavern they had selected was not frequented by anyone truly loyal to either the Horde or Alliance; here came goblins, Scryers, others who had no interest in supporting either of the two factions (and thus there would be few to recognize Ruush and carry word back.)<br><br>Before they headed out, Ruush took a moment to draw Maiev close to him, giving her a passionate kiss, his hands going to squeeze her rear as he pressed his chest against her breasts. From the few moments they spent clinging to one another, she could feel his pants tenting against her, his primal instinct roused... but he would have to wait to satisfy his carnal desire. "Ready?" he asked, heading out towards the tavern. He'd never been the type to hold hands, not that he would go out in public with Maiev, but he did retain some proximity to her as they made their way out.<br><br>The tavern was busy; it had been planned as such, so that it would be all the less likely they might be noticed. Slipping past a few folks, heading behind a great beefy Tauren who'd come to celebrate a successful business venture with his goblin partner, they found their way to the door where Ruush's daughters awaited them.<br><br>They were both pretty (in the rough, Orcish manner), and it was not readily apparent which was the older and which the younger. But Ruush had taken the time to describe which one was which; both were dark-haired, but Arakka, the elder, had her hair done up in a long ponytail that came down to her waist, while Gelra let her hair hang free. While Gelra had her father's dark eyes, Arakka's pierced like ice, their frigid blue bearing down on Maiev as she made her way in.<br><br>Gelra, smiling nervously, began to stand up from the table at which the women sat, but Arakka was the quicker, forcing her to sit back down with one push of her arm. The younger looked in shock to her older sister, then apologetically to her father, though she did not let her eyes linger long on Maiev.<br><br>"So. You must be our new mother," Arakka spoke with a glare, still holding her sister down. "I don't care to stand up for you. Take a seat so we can be done with this already."<br><br>"Arakka..." Ruush growled, "get up. As your father, I won't tolerate this."<br><br>"My father would have never given a member of that human Alliance the time of day, let alone fuck her," she hissed, bearing her considerable fangs at her father as her pale eyes narrowed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 06:39:58</strong>
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				"You are young.. but I imagined you old enough not to need a mother..." Maiev's tone was rather flat. Taking the hostile orc in stride. As one who hunted and imprisoned Illidian for centuries, she was not easily offended. <br><br>"I am Maiev Shadowsong..." Introducing herself, eyes on Gelra. Not that she expected the woman to recognize her name or actually care. She meant little outside of the night elves. She did not move to sit. Coming into the room at his side, but she did not sit. <br><br>These orcs in front of her meant nothing to her. She was here because she believed her lover needed to reconcile with his blood daughters. He had been seperated from them too many years for this to happen again. It was not her love of Ruush that motivated her, but a genuine desire to seem him happier. Not sure if happier for her sake or her son's. In either case this wound could not be allowed to continue to fester. <br><br>"... I am not Alliance..." Dismissing the notion casually. Barely glancing at the hostile orc. The Alliance had never meant a thing to her. That was not her fight. Horde and Alliance. <br><br>Maieve resisted telling the female that her father had said the same about her. There was no need to strain things worse between father and daughter. <br><br>"... Are you his daughter or his keeper?" Asking with barely a pause. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 07:55:39</strong>
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				Ruush, though angry, took his seat, deciding (perhaps wisely) not to keep demanding that she stand up and greet Maiev. There was no way he was going to force her, she was too strong-willed, and it would only make him seem impotent if he were to keep commanding her in vain. But he was not about to let her do however she pleased...<br><br>"I don't believe you... even if Larak said you're not Alliance, I still don't believe it! I am the keeper of my family, so long as my father has completely lost his judgment!" Arakka snapped, her eyes ablaze, as Gelra winced, looking needily to her father.<br><br>"Such arrogance... such contempt for your family," Ruush snarled, "And that you have skulked behind my back, as well...!" Ruush snapped, his anger resurfacing. Gelra cringed, but Arakka sprung upon him just the same.<br><br>"Your own deceit was the cause for it!" she snapped. "And it's little wonder you hid your deeds...&nbsp; for once, I'm glad that mother isn't alive, for at least now she won't see that you have not only lowered yourself to sleeping with night elf sluts, but have even begat a bastard child from her whorish-"<br><br>The table was bolted down with four strong steel screws to the floor, just in case anyone attempted what Ruush did. But to hear anyone call Rumali a bastard it would not have mattered if Deathwing himself was pinning this surface to the earth; with a thunderous roar that echoed throughout the tavern, Ruush's mighty hands took a hold of the wood in front of him and, with just one heave, sent the furniture flying, boards ripping out from beneath as he sent the wood flying against the wall. Without the table to cover her, Arakka felt terribly exposed as her father loomed over her. Never had she known fear from him, even despite his violent reputation... but as his eyes burnt with fury as he stood at his full stature, she could not help but wonder if the bonds of family would be enough to save her.<br><br>"Don't... ever call your brother a bastard again," he spoke, pulling his head in dangerously close to Arakka's face, making it all too clear that she had pushed her impudence too far. For a moment he let his words hang in the air, ensuring his eldest daughter's silence, before he took his seat once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 06:44:32</strong>
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				"I am older than the Alliance... my time and fight has been in other places that squabbling with taurens or trolls. "<br><br>Although the point became mote as his daughter dared to insult Rumali. She had known he was protective of family, but this was beyond what he had expected. He was a word away from striking his eldest daughter for the insult. She knew he was not completely in his right mind in dealing with his daughters. Nearly disowning them for their actions. <br><br>As he moved to sit down, so did she. Taking a seat at his side. Letting him reach for her if he choose. Otherwise content to sit at his side. <br><br>"Are you certain your father has lost his mind? Other than a few days he is not home with you... is this unrecognizable?" Asking. "Is the merit of his sanity is I am kal'dorie instead of orc?"<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 09:09:39</strong>
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				He didn't reach for Maiev... perhaps he realized that it wouldn't have been fair to seek comfort in his lover when Arakka was so petrified, or he didn't want to soften his approach by sharing a tender moment in front of them. Ruush, now that he had exploded in anger, now just seemed to smolder in front of his daughters, seeming to want to make it clear that his patience was beyond tested.<br><br>Arakka averted her eyes from her father, turning them to Maiev. There was clear hurt in her expression, and yet, it didn't seem as if she readily dismissed what Maiev was saying. She resented her, no doubt, but it was not as though she simply scoffed at what she said. The one who talked next, however, was not the boisterous sister.<br><br>"Father... please..." Gelra stood up from her seat; Ruush eyed her warily but did not push her away as his younger daughter tried to take his hand. "We came all this way, to speak to you again... do not be so harsh to Arakka, she and I, and the little ones miss you dearly. What she says, she does not truly mean..." Arakka narrowed her eyes a little as her sister spoke for her.<br><br>"I want to talk to you, father... we both do. Can't we just bring the table back, sit down, and speak to one another?" Ruush looked to her, then to Arakka, and last Maiev, before he stepped away. With ease, he rolled the table back over, and set it back up upon the floor. Its base was torn, as it had been ripped right through the screws that had held it down, the planks that were its top were cracked, some parts of it even broken off, but at least they were no longer quite so exposed.<br><br>Ruush finally sat down, and only now, did he take Maiev's hand. "... I'm sorry that we spied on you, father," Arakka finally spoke, swallowing her pride after a long moment, "... but you had become so evasive... and it was such a shock to find out... what..." She chose her words carefully; the elder seemed to dread another outburst of violence, but that never came.<br><br>"I understand. I'm sorry. But I did it to protect you both... for our family, and so that you would not think I had replaced your mother. And now that you know... I do not think there is anything I can do to change that." Arakka seemed unhappy with this last part, "And what is done... is done. I do not wish to be apart from you both any longer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 07:23:32</strong>
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				To her it was interesting to watch the confrontation between father and daughter. Nothing like that in night elf society. Night elves were not prone to such displays of violence and children were so rare, they were held in regard as well as they held their parents in high regard. Clearly Orcs were more primal. <br><br>As he retook his seat, she moved to sit with him as well. Finally taking a seat and his hand when he offered. The seating was not as close as one might have expected from lovers, but orcs and night elves were not really known as lovers. <br><br>Maiev expected Arakka to call her a whore again, but the female seemed to hesitate. The table was broken and wobbly, no protection for the young orc. Still she did not expect that to last long with the hot headed woman. He offered no protection against insults for Maiev, only their child. Not that she needed his protection. <br><br>Maiev knew she was loosing him again. Not entirely, but he would no longer be there as he had been these last few weeks. Looking at him for a moment, while pain did not show on her face, there was a quiet knowledge. <br><br>"... I am not replacing your mother, nor looking to become a wife..." Her tone light and more factual than reassuring. "My intent is to raise Rumali..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 03:08:42</strong>
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				When Maiev began to speak once more, Arakka could not help but glower from across the table. Even now, she could not, or would not, hide her hatred for the elf. But at the very least, she did not speak ill of Maiev or Rumali again, or not so directly.<br><br>"Then I hope you will keep your word, and stay away from the rest of us," Arakka told her coldly. "So long as you stay in your place, away from our family, then... I shall have no quarrel with you. My concern is the honor of our family, and what has been done has been done." She spoke as though it pained her to make any concession, but she somehow managed it. Having said this, as though she could not stand the presence of the night elf a moment longer, she began to shift in her seat as though to stand.<br><br>"... father..." Gelra started, catching both her father and older sister's attention, "... could we see Rumali with you?"<br><br>Arakka jolted to a stop; piercing eyes looked first to her sister, then to her father, the anger beginning to melt away her cold shock. Ruush did not answer immediately, instead looking to Maiev in silence, as though to gain her approval. Such a deference brought the elder's glare upon her, unable to help but grit her sharp teeth as she was forced to await the night elf's decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 03:54:24</strong>
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				Maiev gave the older sister the full weight of her stare as she ranted. Actually the sister nearly repeated the same message Maiev had given his nephew weeks ago... Stay away from us... Not that she blamed the young orc, the female clearly cared about her family and such attention no doubt would be somewhat harmful. <br><br>Assuming afterward Arakka would storm out, she was caught off guard when the younger sister spoke up.&nbsp; It seemed she refused to be cowed by her older sibling. The request was a surprise, but a pleasant one<br><br>Maiev nodded as he looked to her. His display of flipping the table and ensuring his daughter knew her place was all she needed to confirm he would protect his son's life. While one daughter still looked like murder, the fact that Gelra had been able to not only ask, but use the elven name seemed to speak highly of the orc. <br><br>"I believe Rumali would love that." Agreeing out loud. A wisp of a smile on her lips.&nbsp; The smile might not have seemed like much, but for the nearly ancient night elf it no doubt spoke volumes to him.<br><br>&nbsp;"He would certainly love a day trip with his father." Clarifying her agreement that Rumali was welcome. She was somewhat reluctant to be part of it, if only because she knew the hostilities involved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 05:57:20</strong>
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				That rare smile did not go unnoticed; Ruush's dark eyes lingered on his lover for a moment before he began to sit up. Apparently, he did not intend to wait to make arrangements; instead, they would go straight home without any formality or delay.<br><br>"Gelra, what do you think you're doing?!" Arakka hissed bitterly, as though she'd been stabbed by a traitorous sister.<br><br>"... Arakka," Gelra started, though she couldn't help but shrink at her sister's anger, "we haven't been with our father for so long... please, just come with us..."<br><br>Arakka shook her head pointedly, crossing her arms. "No. I refuse. And you will return home with me," she commanded, but Ruush was up by then. Gently, he took a hold of his younger daughter's hand, and began to lead her away, after tossing a sack of coins onto the wrecked table.<br><br>"Come, Gelra. Arakka, I will see you back in Orgrimmar," was all the warrior said, even as Gelra tried to protest, giving her sister an apologetic look before they went out the door... Ruush did not so much as glance back to her, leaving the tavern in a matter of moments and heading back out on the street while Arakka stood completely alone.<br><br>Gelra took a longing glance to the doors of the tavern as they began to walk out into the streets of Shattrath, turning back to her father. "Please... we should go-" She stopped, as the doors slowly opened on Arakka, who quietly began to walk towards the three of them. She didn't look at anyone, though her eyes were narrowed in humiliation, but at least she had decided not to be so stubborn. Perhaps Ruush's rough treatment was just what he needed to do to keep the elder sister in line.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 06:52:47</strong>
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				It truly seemed as if Arakka would simply return home alone. That Gelra would be the only one to meet their brother this day. At the last moment, the stubborn sister was falling in line next to her sister. Maiev not giving up her spot with him to the other orc.<br><br>Maiev walked with them for a bit. Excusing herself with a squeeze of the hand of Ruush. Turning down another street alone so she could go by the orphanage to pick up Rumali from her brother. It seemed Jarrod had stayed at the orphanage, maybe anticipating this meeting would not be a long one. <br><br>Not long after, Maiev arrived at her apartment Rumali holding her hand. Rumali had been asking about his father, so he was eager to see the orc. Only at the door did she become a little nervous. Her son had been carefully protected from birth, she could not control the orc sister's reaction to Rumali. Still she was resolved he would meet his half sisters and they would be kind to him, prepared to protect him as she had ever day from the first. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 00:30:59</strong>
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				Arakka kept her head downcast through the entire walk, eyes narrowed, though she didn't look at Maiev the entire way. Perhaps a strange sight, to see such a powerful looking woman acting so scorned. Gelra, on the other hand, stayed close to her father, taking his hand as they went along. Ruush sent a glance Maiev's way, before he took his hand in hers, leaving the eldest sister visibly isolated as they came to Maiev's home.<br><br>The conversation was, to put it politely, light as Maiev went to fetch her son. Gelra started to speak about how happy she was to see her father again, but when all she received was a nod from her father, and an icy look from her sister, she knew better than to carry on. So when Maiev finally returned, she was quite eager for some warmth, even considering the uncomfortable circumstances.<br><br>Ruush had begun to stand up, but as he saw Gelra moving, he sank back into his seat, watching silently as his younger daughter began to approach the little boy. "Hey, little guy," she smiled nervously, kneeling down to be at eye level with him. Gently, she reached out and pat his cheek, unnerved to see the glowing lanterns of his eyes, an undeniable sign of his night elf heritage. While she was not a very large orc, her hand was much wider than the boy's mother's, though she took care not to frighten him with her stature.<br><br>"... I'm your sister, Rumali," she smiled, bearing her sharp teeth in a smile; the boy might be used to the sight of his own father's fangs. "My name is Gelra."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 03:51:41</strong>
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				Rumali knew enough to know the women were strangers. Maybe aware his mother never had female company. His father or uncle would come by but that was about it. He was probably too young to really understand the signfigance. <br><br>"He has not been around many orcs, other than mix breeds or Ruush." Admitting softly although it was not likely to be a surprise. A lot of cultures did not look fondly upon such unions.&nbsp; <br><br>Rumali showed no fear of his older sister. Even smiling back. "Hello.... Ge...Gelra..." Waving at her. <br><br>The boy looked from his sister to Maiev then to her father. "Go ahead..." A little amusement in her vice as the boy ran to his father for a hug and greeting. Maieve moved into the kitchen to fetch drinks. Setting them on the counter so they could choose to drink or not. <br><br>Rumali was eafger for a hug from his father and climb up on his lap. Eager to sit with his dad and look at the female guests. Waving at the elder sister and looking back at his dad. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 05:06:37</strong>
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				Gelra smiled, but was a bit taken aback as the boy ran away. Only as she saw him throw his little arms towards his father did she understand, and smile softly. Little wonder that the boy would prefer his sire over these strangers, especially as Arakka's eyes continued to bore menacingly at her half-brother and her father.<br><br>"Hello, my boy..." Ruush smiled, swinging him up in his arms as he held him tight. He gently nuzzled against Rumali as he let the boy sit in his lap, Gelra retreating for the moment, knowing that her half-brother would want to spend a few moments with their father. As Maiev brought drinks, Gelra accepted, but Arakka silently shook her head. She was something of a dark presence, head hanging, blue eyes burning, seeming to suck away the light around her.<br><br>"Arakka..." Ruush spoke, looking to his eldest child, "come here. Say hello to your little brother."<br><br>"I don't want to," she answered, still glaring.<br><br>"That doesn't matter," Ruush answered, not letting his temper flare, seeming to be calm with Rumali. Arakka breathed heavily, gripping her hands as though steeling herself for a stabbing, before she stood up and, very reluctantly, made her way over to the boy.<br><br>"... hi," she spoke, not kneeling down. "My name is Arakka." Her eyes flicked to her father, as though asking if that were sufficient and she could go now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>02-09-2012, 06:36:37</strong>
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				Maiev watched as Arakka considered refusing to participate. Clearly that was not an option with Ruush watching over them. The woman might not be happy, but she had enough sense not to completely blow this again. <br><br>"Rumali...." The boy smiled up at the woman stating his name in greeting, not seemingly aware of the woman's discomfort or anger. <br><br>After a moment he added "Throm-Ka" ((Well met)) A slight pause and he looked at his father to ensure he had pronounced the orcish greeting correctly. <br><br>"He has been practicing some of his lesson's with the other children..." Maiev had a light smile on her lips. Clearly proud of the little boy. <br><br>At the mention of lessons, Rumali excitedly wiggled away. Running for his bedroom and coming back with the book of drawings he had been working on. The boy took at least an hour a day to work on a new page or two. Often drawing his interpretations of lessons and facts of culture that Ruush had been working with him on. He was eager to show off the drawings. <br><br>When Ruush was home he had a little routine of showing off his work with pride then starting to cycle through playing with his toys. With the women here, it seemed he assumed they wanted to play with him too.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2012, 10:43:01</strong>
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				"He's a smart boy," Ruush nodded, unable to hide his proud smile as the boy looked back to his father. Arakka gave a 'hmm' of assent, her features still troubled. She still did not seem to know what to make of this little creature, the one called brother, but at least she was not so openly hostile.<br><br>As the boy retreated to fetch his things, Arakka returned to her seat, as though she'd been freed from this ordeal. Not once did she look in Maiev's direction... it was as though if she paid her no heed, she would cease to exist. But Gelra turned to smile at the night elf, a little uneasy, before she turned to Rumali as he came back with his book in tow.<br><br>Ruush stood up, going to sit at his son's side, looking over at the pictures set out in the book. And, shortly behind, Gelra, going to sit with her family. Arakka sat isolated, her head turned to the side as though she'd found something interesting on her shoulder.<br><br>"... what's this?" Gelra asked Ruush, pointing to one of the figures on the page. Some were drawn by Ruush, crudely, but Rumali's were abstract at best oftentimes, squiggles and zigzags meant as representations. Ruush had learned most of them by now, but they were no more intelligible than some cipher to the youngest daughter.<br><br>Ruush didn't answer right away, his hand going to gently pat Rumali's head; his palm was easily wider than the boy's skull, but there was only gentleness in his touch. "... Why don't you ask Rumali? He's the artist."<br><br>Gelra blinked, laughing nervously, before she leaned towards Rumali. It was a smile she'd shown to her own daughter, oftentimes. "Rumali, can you tell me what that is?" she asked, pointing to a red figure... a big green shape with two arms, like a W, that stood near a great circle that vaguely resembled the standard of the Bleeding Hollow, or maybe the Horde's own insignia.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>07-10-2012, 06:58:07</strong>
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				"...Hhhorde..." Clearly the boy was proud of his drawings and associations. <br><br>Maiev looked on for a moment. Not really surprised by her son's choice. <br><br>"He has taken a slight more interest in the Horde lately..." Speaking softly so she did not truly interrupt them. She left it unsaid that that fascination was fueld because of Ruush coming more often. "He knows about the Alliance but as I have no interest in the human king and puppets, neither does he seem to..."<br><br>Not that she blamed him. The Horde physically seemed stronger and more diverse. Likely more fascinating for his young mind. There were blue and purple marks in the drawings to represent night elves, but humans and dwarves were not found. She had very little good thing to say about the humans. <br><br>Needing very little prompting he openly described the taurens and orcs. Sometimes pausing and looking at his father as if to make sure he got the story right. Trying to differentiate between horde orcs and bleeding hollow orcs. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 08:57:49</strong>
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				"You ARE smart, just like your daddy says," Gelra chuckled softly, gently running her hand through Rumali's dark hair. For the moment, it seemed that she had been loosened from the burden of the anxiety over Rumali's sudden appearance into their lives, into their father's. It would have been hard to say that Gelra had ever resented the boy (as Arakka did), but even so she had not been thrilled by the prospect of her half-brother.<br><br>The two sisters peered up to Maiev as she spoke, and for once Arakka cracked a smile. "Then he's getting a better education than I expected," Arakka spoke arrogantly. "Not a whit good about the humans, I'll tell you. You know that your father was one of the first orcs to fight them, right boy?" Her demeanor was not all too friendly, seeming to want to impress more upon the boy that humans were an enemy than trying to make conversation or pass down family lore. Ruush had not spoken all too much about the details of the war, focusing more upon the life that his clan had lived in Nagrand, and how they lived now in Kalimdor.<br><br>Though Gelra seemed to be the more charitable of the too, she only nodded as her sister spoke. "But the tauren are nice, Rumi," she said, seeming to coin a name for him on the spot. "We helped them long before you were born, and they've been our friends ever since. And the same with the trolls... though not all of them get along so well with us."<br><br>"Then you have corpses and blood elves with the rest. We're not friends, we just need them." Arakka chimed in.<br><br>Ruush knelt down by Rumali, seeming to take a moment to correct what Arakka was saying. "... whoever offers their sword to the Horde, and comes under our dominion, is a friend until they choose otherwise. Only when they remain apart from us, refuse to associate with us, are they truly our enemies." Something of a midway between Arakka's harsh appraisal, and that of the more pacifistic members of the Horde.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 05:56:53</strong>
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				There were few human half breeds at the orphanage and no blood elves that she had seen. Some races were more inclined to keep their own. Or at least keeping them in Kalmidor. In the case of blood elves, she could not imagine for any good purpose. The orphange seemed to have an abundance of trolls, orcs, and taurens. She attributed them abounded because of rape, or because their parent could not stand a mix breed, a sign of weakness to many. Ruush was much more tolerant than most, his daughters were a perfect example of the Horde attitude. At least that was the way she saw it. <br><br>"I have strived not to teach him hate..." Maiev spoke up. "He has a lifetime ahead of him to learn enough about that." Maybe it was sheltering, but he was a child of Horde and Alliance. His life would not be an easy one. Plenty would hate him just because of his birth. <br><br>At the mention of the blood elves, Rumali was off and running again. This time returning with the rubies and single remaining gold piece from the gift Ruush had gotten her, and consequently smashed. Showing off his treasure that he had claimed from his parents. <br><br>"Maybe you would like to show them Rumali's room before he drags everything out here to show off?" Maiev suggested to Ruush, by now the father no doubt knew how his son loved to show off. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:30:20</strong>
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				Arakka didn't seem all that pleased that Maiev wasn't teaching her son who the enemies of his people were. Whether or not it really mattered all that much to her wasn't clear; a dour glance, and no more. Maybe she wasn't so disappointed that her half-brother would not follow in the family traditions... he wasn't really all that much of kin to begin with.<br><br>But the younger sister was not so distant. Her head perked up as Rumali charged off, taking his offering of the shattered necklace from the boy. "... what's this?" Gelra asked the boy, but before she could get an answer, Ruush was upon him.<br><br>"Come on, my boy," he spoke, helping the little one onto his father's shoulder before he headed towards the child's room. Gelra smiled, sitting up and following after her father... but Arakka stayed put.<br><br>The elder sister cast a brief glance towards Maiev, more than a bit of a chill in the room, before looking back to study her lap. While she seemed content to be in her father's general vicinity, it didn't seem as though she wanted to spend more time with Rumali than absolutely necessary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:04:34</strong>
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				There were few things that Rumali enjoyed more than spending time with his father, and showing off. He struggled to tell the story behind each item. Or to launch into a game, expecting his half sister and father to join in. <br><br>Rumali was completely excited to show off his room. Much of the items were items that she had bought him or Jarrod. Many of them with a night elf theme or item. That was not to say there was not a variety, being in Outlands it was easier to acquire Horde items as well. A number of the toys Ruush had brought him during one of the visits. These were the items Rumali was usually most excited about. Maybe it showed how deeply involved Ruush was in the young child's life. <br><br>Maiev remained in the kitchen area. Despite the chill from the oldest sister, she remained upbeat. Almost ignoring the hostility of the female orc. Likely only making the situation more volatile, but she would not be cowed by any orc. As insitant as the female was to be miserable, Maiev was happy to oblige while enjoying herself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 09:37:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In a way, Ruush forgot that Gelra was there in Rumali's room, seeming to be focused more on his son than he was anything else. It was just as clear that the orc enjoyed this time with his son every bit as much as his boy did. Even though there could be no doubt that his granddaughters made him happy, there was a certain ease around Gelra's father that made it clear that he had found an ease and calm that heretofore he'd never encountered.<br><br>After a few minutes of play, Gelra seemed to recede into the background. There was something uncomfortable about playing with the little boy, and in just a while she had withdrawn into the corner with arms folded, watching with an unfathomable melancholy even as she could not help but smile at the display in front of her.<br><br>A glance to either side, as though she had awoken from a dream to some noise disturbing her, before she turned to her father. "... where is Arakka, father?"<br><br>Ruush paused. "... not here," he spoke tersely before going back to play.<br><br>"I think I'd like to go back to her..." she muttered. Ruush paused, before looking to Rumali.<br><br>"Do you want to go back to your mother, Rumali?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 05:51:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The walls were still covered in the painting she had done, only now there were a few pieces of papers tacked as well. Pictures that Rumali had insisted be displayed. His attempts to recreate her paintings. On the floor were shelves with various toys and treasures. Rumali was more than happy to play with his father, forgetting nearly everything else except for toys and him. <br><br>Maiev smiled as the men in her life came out of the bedroom. As Rumali came to her, she picked him up to give him a hug. Offering him a cup and drink before he was off and moving. <br><br>"Have fun with Daddy?" Asking the boy as he emerged. She used the orcish word for father instead of the elvish. She had ever since Ruush discovered the pregnancy. The feel of the word and language was a little strange on her tongue, but not difficult. <br><br>Rumali's attention turning to the elder sister, offering Arakka a stuffed dragon while he held on to a miniature zeppelin. Clearly trying to entice his elder sister to play with him. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 04:44:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ruush smiled to himself as he drew near to Maiev, stepping behind her as Rumali charged off to do his own thing. Silently, his heavy, dark green hand found its way to the small of her back, gently caressing her out of sight. Perhaps the sisters might have some idea of what their father might be doing, but the orc's touch was brief, not wanting to make a show of it in front of his children.<br><br>Gelra looked away; Arakka, however, was too intent on paying no mind to anyone around her, even her younger sister. It would take little Rumali twice or thrice calling to his elder sister in order to get his attention.<br><br>Icy eyes fell upon Rumali, and for just a moment, the corner of her mouth raised as though in disgust at this little mongrel creature. But, with a sigh, she relented, as though to satisfy him so that he might leave her be.<br><br>"... what do you want me to do?" she muttered, not all too friendly, outstretching one hand impatiently as she awaited his demands.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 05:16:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While Rumali's eyes were clearly paying attention to her, he did not seem to notice her disgust. Considering his mixed origins, maybe it was not the first time, despite his mothers best attempts to shelter him and not allow him to know hate. Then again he was use to abounded and emotionally hurt children at the orphanage. <br><br>"Dragon!!!" Rumali exclaimed, instead of using common, or even the elvish of his mother, he used the harsher orc language. <br><br>Maybe noticing the sister&nbsp; paying little attention throughout the day. In his experience when people did not respond, it was because they did not understand the words. At his orphanage he would have switched to orcish, and so he did now. She sat alone as if no one else would play with her, so he wanted to play with her.<br><br>After she took the dragon, he waved the zeppelin around for a moment before he took off running around the chair, giggling. It took him seconds before he was coming around the far edge of the chair. Again waving the zeppelin almost teasingly at the dragon before running around the chair in another lap. Seemingly inciting the dragon to attack the zeppelin. If she did not respond by the third lap, he was offering to trade the dragon for the zeppelin. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 04:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes... dragon," she mumbled, not at all enthusiastic, though she was more staid than angry. Begrudgingly, she seemed to be getting used to the presence of the boy. Maybe she knew that, no matter what, he was still kin. Or maybe she was just resigning herself to the fact that he wasn't about to leave their lives.<br><br>It took Rumali two passes before he finally coaxed Arakka into playing with him. Just as he might have decided that he should switch toys, she finally thrust her arm forward, the dragon chomping down on the zeppelin. "AAAAAAR!" she snarled, loudly, surely catching Rumali by surprise. Was she doing it out of malice? Perhaps letting out a bit of anger in enthusiastic play? Or was she really trying to give it an earnest shot to entertain her little brother?<br><br>Ruush's eyes shot to Arakka, and half reached for his axe as though he thought Rumali was under attack. A shake of his head, as he realized that he was about to draw down on his daughter, and a chill ran through his spine. Even so, his dark eyes stayed heavy on Arakka, trying to judge whether or not she'd upset his son by so aggressive a display. Gelra looked a little worried; though an orc too, she was somewhat softer than her sister, and she only hoped that the elder knew what she was doing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 05:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rumali made something of a surprised sound, his voice a little deeper than a night elf child. Almost falling over himself to get back a step before bursting into giggling. Scrambling around the edge of the chair, still laughing, in a moment he peeked out, watching his eldest sister warily as if he knew it was going to happen again, he just didnt know when. Turning it into a whole new game for the boy One that he was more interested in being spooked and squealing than playing with the toy in hand.&nbsp; <br><br>Maiev reached for her lover's hands. Maybe not entirely discreet, there seemed to be a level of distance about it. Almost as if she wasnt doing anything. Lacking the heat or intimacy he saw in her in the bedroom. As sharp as her eyes were and honed her skills were in battle, she was unlikely to miss his tension. <br><br>Rumali was threatening to giggle so&nbsp; hard, he could barely breathe or run. He tried to make a shooting sound, as if the zeppelin was trying ot shoot at the dragon, but his eyes mostly on the female orc rather than the dragon that was suppose to be playing with him. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 05:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Even despite herself, Arakka could not help but smile as Rumali quickly recovered and began to play with her without cowering away. Ruush was hardly surprised. It might have sounded cruel, but Arakka was testing Rumali's mettle. An orc child was conditioned not to frighten easily, especially a male. If he had cowered or shied away, she would have held him all the more deeply in contempt. But now that he had recovered without a hitch, there was a certain lack of tension in her body, as though accepting the boy in some small way.<br><br>Perhaps it was cruel that she was testing how orcish little Rumali was. She might have thought he would react as she only expected an elf might, wilting away at the slightest hostility. But that he seemed energized rather than stunned had definitely put her at ease. Now that he'd shown his strength, perhaps she might be more willing to accept him as kin.<br><br>She certainly did not pull her punches with her little brother, that much was certain. The lunges of the dragon were violent, always coming just a little short of Rumali's zeppelin. Nearby, Gelra sighed in relief, going to take a seat and watch. Ruush gently squeezed Maiev's hand, seeming to be relieved that Arakka had not had as ill an intent as it might have seemed at first.<br><br>Eventually, though, Arakka seemed to stop with the dragon, letting it let out a dying cry as it sailed through the air down onto the nearby table. Her eyes flitted to Rumali. "... do you think it's dead?" she asked, unable to suppress a mischievous grin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 03:03:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maiev watched the eldest sister play with Rumali. She saw nothing special about the play. It was much the same she saw Ruush do with his son. Normally she did not play those rougher games with her son, but they had other games and other fun. <br><br>As the dragon went down, Rumali could not help but approach it cautiously. Almost as if expecting for it to spring up. He looked back at his sister with wide eyes, then with a confidence went to reach for the fallen dragon. <br><br>"Sometimes I wonder if he is more of a healer rather than a warrior..." Maiev spoke softly, not interrupting her son. Just because both of his parents were warriors, did not ensure that the child would follow suite. <br><br>Her words were spoke with the knowledge that more than once while playing with Ruush, he had ran to get a band aide rather than offer a finishing blow. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 07:31:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The confusion was visible on Arakka's features as Rumali didn't press his attack, instead seeming to curiously reach towards it. This wouldn't do, a true orc would slay the wretched beast, not give it a chance to get the drop on him.<br><br>She had just begun to open her mouth to reprimand the boy, to tell him not to hesitate in dealing the coup de grace, when she spied her father shaking his head silently. Without a doubt, he knew what she would say, but that life was not for Rumali. He should choose what he wished... not what Arakka expected of any orc child.<br><br>The orc's blue eyes narrowed, not caring for this decision on her father's part. Why would he allow the boy to be raised like some frolicking night elf, rather than maintain his fidelity to his warrior heritage? But she wasn't about to object to her father's will in how his own child be raised, it was not as though Rumali was hers.<br><br>It took her a moment to look back at Rumali, but a deadly grin crossed her features. She knew just how to teach him as she wanted. With a startling roar, the dragon lunged at him, ramming its head straight towards the zeppelin as if to see if it would get out of the way in time. Rumali would have to move fast; Arakka was not giving him much of an advantage over her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 07:59:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The roar clearly startled the boy. Crying out, to his credit, he did try to turn the end of it into a war cry or growl of some kind. His instinct was to swipe at the dragon, it just happened to be the hand that held the zeppelin, which turned the whole play scene into something of a last ditch murder suicide. It was not clear if that had been entirely intentional, but it showed off that the mixed child was as fast as any night elf his age. Rumali even hitting the dragon one last time with the zeppelin before abandoning the vehicle on top of the dragon. <br><br>"That is why the Horde always has reinforcement zeppelins and ground troops... " Maiev seemed amused by her son's choice. Death at all cost. <br><br>"And never entirely trust a goblin engineer..." Offering the bit of advice. The goblins were notorious for their equipment failing at the worse possible moment. Not that gnomes were much better, but there was a slim chance they were a little bit. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 02:42:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I suppose you'll just have to hope that did the trick, boy," Arakka managed to smile, seeming to be pleased with the kamikaze attack of her brother. "Otherwise the dragon'll just end up chewing through the rest of your caravan until it's dead or finished you all off."<br><br>At the mention of the goblins, Gelra perked up. "Father has dealt more with the goblins than many in the Horde..." she began, prodding her sire into telling a tale.<br><br>"Ah, most of it is what Maiev said," he spoke with some hesitation. "I first encountered goblins in the Second War... we used their zeppelins, but we also used sappers. Effective, if you could get them over where you wanted in one piece. Sometimes their explosives wouldn't go off, but most of the time they did... and I'm sure they blew themselves up at least as often as they did anything of the Alliance. But on the odd occasion they pulled it off, oh, it was the next best thing to destroying the humans with one's own hands."<br><br>Ruush couldn't help a toothy grin as he recalled the fire and gunpowder, the broken mortar and the mangled bodies of his enemies. "I still can't say I trust them all that much. The Steamwheedle Cartel that helped us out in the Second War would just as soon deal with the Alliance, and I don't trust those Bilgewater goblins... can't trust anyone whose loyalty is up for hire."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 05:07:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rumali stared at the dragon and zeppelin for another moment before turning his attention back to his father. Looking like he was listening, trying to learn from his father. Maiev titled her head slightly to look at her lover as his daughter mentioned him dealing with the goblins. Listening as he gave his experiences with the green race of midgets. <br><br>"Best to rely on one's own hand with sword and shield." Maiev chimed in softly. She had a bit of magick, but it was small and best not to be relied on fully either. While more predictable, she felt it was as likely to fail as engineering contraptions.<br><br>"I am&nbsp; happy to have no dealing with the either of them."&nbsp; Maiev agreed with his assessment of the goblins loyalty. "Actually I cannot say the last time I was out of the Outlands..." Years. Many years, not that such small measures meant much to her. She had made her home here and was not inclined to return to that world that had changed so much in the span of what the lesser races called a decade. No, this was her home. That was made doubly true since the birth of her child. <br><br>"boom boom!!!" Rumali seemed to have been feeling left out of the conversation. Maiev laughed softly. Picking up a cup off the counter, she held it out to the child. Rumali seemed eager to take the glass, coming to fetch it. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 04:00:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Looks like we have a little sapper of our own," Ruush grinned as Rumali interrupted with a topic that was more suitable for the little one's age. "About as tall as one of the goblins, too... though I think a lot better looking."<br><br>After Rumali took the cup, his father beckoned the boy over, going to hoist him up with one arm and place him on his lap. "But my boy, you're sprouting up like a weed... every time I see you, I swear you've grown another head taller." He playfully ruffled the boy's hair. "Think you'll ever be as tall as your papa?"<br><br>Aralla and Gelra looked on a little intrigued as their father played with their half-brother... to be honest, this was a side of their sire they had never seen before. While Orc culture was not much for softness or niceties, their father had treated his two daughters as girls, and had focused more on how pretty they were and if they were enjoying their games than his hoping they'd grow up to be strong and powerful warriors. His time with his son, their lost brother, had been all too brief... would he have raised him as he now raised Rumali? There was no way to know, and certainly no way to ask.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>10-03-2013, 07:43:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Much better looking..." Maiev smiled in agreement. <br><br>Rumali loved the praise from his father. It was a topic he loved to talk about in his own limited way. Reaching t lightly touch his fathers tusks, and seeming to touch his own as if comparing them. She quietly left the males to the conversation and play. Something she did when she could. Their time was so precious. Ruush was so often away, every hour they had was important. <br><br>The evening passed without any major blow up. Some of the tension seeming to leak out. From Maiev's view she felt more confident that the sisters would not insult their young brother, least not in her home. Whatever conversation they had after they left, she could not venture. <br><br><br>It didnt take long, a few days, for conversation to start about Rumali traveling with Ruush to Orgimmar. The mere thought put her on edge, but she couldnt deny him outright. She had agreed to allow Rumali to learn of his father's people. Still it set her on edge. Out here in Outland, a half breed was not worth a second look. Orgimmar was the capital of the orcs and the main seat of power of the Horde. Life there was different. The shelter she had provided, would not be the same there. <br><br>When it came down to it, all she could truly do was whisper that if anything happened to Rumali there was no limit to what she would do. The threat was likely unnecessary and almost insulting, but it was part of who she was. An oath she took so deeply serious. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dukat</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 16:45:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fortunately, Arakka seemed to have calmed down, no longer wishing to escalate things as she had up until now. But the mention of bringing Rumali to Orgrimmar had him intrigued, though the concern was obvious. Who knew what might become of his son in that place...<br><br>"... no," he spoke, near the end of their trip, though for the last few moments no one had said anything. His conclusion had arrived just now, and he was going to voice it. "No, Rumali will not be going to Orgrimmar. Not now... it's too dangerous."<br><br>But, who knew when it might ever be safe to come to Orgrimmar? The war did not seem to have any end in sight... even in Ruush's decades, it had never come close to a true peace. But the consequences of leaving Rumali in Outland where he would be safe, versus taking him to Orgrimmar too soon, were much less grave. For now, it seemed, Ruush would be the one to come to Rumali, not the other way around.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 22:32:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Three years passed Ruush often coming to visit. Rumilai growing each day. <br><br>The time came that Ruush was finally ready to take him to Org and meet the rest of his family. Maiav never really felt ready, but it was not really her choice. She packed them and waited on edge after they left. She remained behind in Outland. It seemed best to her not to even travel to Ashenvale. <br><br>He was gone nearly three weeks. Rumalai entertianing her for weeks with stories and interactions. Glad that he enjoyed his trip so much. Even happier to have him back home. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ~Unlikely Liasons~ {Dukat}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 22:43:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nearly three weeks after Ruush had left her once again with Rumalai. A knock on the door summoned her attention. It was unexpected. Ruush was not one to knock and she was not expecting her brother. He was rare these days. With her son growing older and older. She had largely kept to to herself and did not recieve visitors. In a lot of ways visitors were unwelcome around her son. Even after all these years her instincts to protect him did not diminish.&nbsp; <br><br>Warrior habits died hard. She answered the door with a concealed weapon. Pulling the door open. Rumalai was playing in his room. Some kind of art project for his dad. She thought it was something he had learned in Org from his cousins. 
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