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     The Warmage had become impatient with the progress of others and had chosen to take matters into his own hands. The poor, unfortunate souls that had either been lured by his captivating charm or his devilish mind had been the subject of his nightmarish tendencies. Today, however had resulted in the breakthrough that he had needed to ensure Kaeion got his wish and to pry the clutches of Xarriel from around his throat. He took great pleasure when those of such authority and position underestimated his abilities. Besides, how can such a handsome fellow be any danger to some of the most influential powers of the elven community? This thought led him to laugh as he brought the sharp knife up toward throat of the Night Elf femme he had bound in chains and a collar. “Oh, don’t give me that look. You’re going to take part in two beautiful rituals this evening.” A dashingly beguiling smile passed along.

     The Kaldorei tried to shift into a variety of forms to try and break from her bindings as Eurath backed away. “I’ve had enough women in my life to know how to tie them up, lovely. Relax some, yeah? Every bit of you will be used.” A light hum had began to emit in a rather upbeat rhythm as he acknowledged Eevia in her lab wear standing by the doorway with her arms folded. “Ah, my dove. You’re just in time.” A slight bounce in his step as he drew closer to her. His hand sliding into her own to pull her into the dark chambers. “Can you hear the music?” She shook her head but drew close to him all the same. “No? Hmm, well listen.” He eased against her with the knife in hand being mindful of placement. Lips pressed against her ear as they took a waltz stance and began to move while he continued to hum his rather happy tune.

     The roll of the Warmage’s shoulder came with a fluid step to the right and he was guiding Eevia along with him. Each time he gave a click of his tongue the knife pointed to one of their jars that contained several of the ingredients to toss into the boiling cauldron in the center of the room. “I knew you’d love cooking with me,” he mused so tenderly sweet. “A splash of purifed moonwell water…” A light spin had sent Eevia spiralling out to the shelf for her free hand to grab the vial. He brought her back and with a tango-like dip he allowed her to pour the contents within. A one-two step transition led them to the nearby table. “A breathe of solar life…” He continued sing as he pointed to the violet scripted capsule. The label read phoenix’s breathe.

     Migration of leisured steps led him to rock their pair of their hips with sideways progression so that she could add to the mixture. At this point they had two of the five essential elements to construct a re-invigoration of life. Nitrogen was another key element to create the necessary amino acids and most plant life contained it. Fortunately, Eevia and he both were herbalists by trade. The promises of nitrogen fixation and blood meal. The pair of them had spilt plenty of crimson to amp up the necessary growth. Fireweed had provided two purposes. The nitrogen and a natural warmth to the amalgamation. Oxygen normally was a component but Draenor was a natural host. Had they of been in Hellfire Peninsula the sources necessary might have been different.

     Thoughts were rolling in his mind with the cerebral checklist. Temperature, water, sunlight, and nitrogen were in the clear. While the mixture settled the Warmage and Eevia continued to circle the cauldron in their corporeal exhibition of affection. The Night Elf could only stare at them with such worried expressions dotting her beautifully painted visage. “Eevia, would you be so kind to begin supper? Just be sure to wash up first. I’ll be in with the meat relatively soon.” She gave him an uncertain look and Eurath pressed his head against hers. “It’ll be fine. There is only three more ingredients that I need to put into the cauldron. We’ll kill two birds with one stone.” Reluctantly, she nodded. No kissing given their current personal protective equipment.

     As she turned he gave her a swift smack on her backside and that lit up her eyes in a more playful light. As the door to the lab was shut the Warmage turned toward the lovely elf. Those sinful eyes began to draw darker as his hand slid over to the saw. There was no more music and the lips of Eurath twisted so cynically. “I am certain you are quite aware of the first ritual you’ll be taking part in.” He gave a brief glance to the cauldron and then back to her. “The second?” Could the elf understand him? Probably not or at least not well enough. He was amusing himself more than anything. “I was once informed that Kaldorei woman taste the best. Now, I’ve never had a Night Elf. So, perhaps after tonight you can change my mind?” His free hand drew along her cheek softly and brushed a thumb along her tearful eyes.

     “Now, now…” So soothing. “I will not be the only critic. It just would not be fair, you see. Just imagine. You’ll have two eating you. Some women would die for the opportunity.” The woman went to snap at his hand and the Warmage only smiled devilishly as the appendage was lowered. The other was raised with that crudely rigid cutting tool. Darkness began to consume the room and shrouded the screams that followed…

     "Heart of the wild... BAM!" Laughter drew afterwards. Eurath's other beautiful profession? Skinning.