#katerinka

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[ A bouquet of flowers was sent to Katerinka. Softly shimmering stormvine and icethorn wove into an intricate pattern around ethereal twilight jasmine. Along with the bouquet was a bottle of whiskey with a note tied around the neck. ]

Though we know very little of one another, you still cross my thoughts from time to time. And no, it's not all negative as you might believe. There's a spark in you that I have to admire.  You have a passion I often don't see in the shadows of Duskwood. It's refreshing. That is, when you're not trying to kill me.

I'm sorry we didn't meet under better circumstances. While we walk very different paths, I can't help but think that we could have been great friends. I hope my letter finds you in good health and that you enjoy the bouquet. And just in case you're not much for flowers, I sent something a little extra along.  

I owed you a drink, after all.

Signed, Renwyck

The long haired female draenei walked toward the other draenei, who was resting her arms on the ship’s starboard. The short haired draenei was looking at something in her hands when the other woman leaned beside her. “What are you doing, Kat?” 

The short haired draenei sighed and shook her head at her sister’s question. “I was about to do something stupid, Kris, but don’t worry. I won’t.”

Krisztina saw an arrow in her sister’s hand and she chuckled. “What were you going to do? Shoot at a fish?”

“No,” Katerinka replied, “I was going to send this to a man. A man I was rather fond of, but I decided not to.”

WIth a roll of her eyes, Krisztina shook her head. “Do not bother with such petty details, especially if he was not interested in you.”

“I know, I know. He told me to stop bothering him, so I did.”

“Good. Look, let it go. We’ll be docking soon and meeting with Ziggly. You know how fun he can be.” She winked at her sister and Katerinka laughed. The idea of messing with the goblin was already making her feel better.

“You’re right. Alright. Tell brother I’ll be right there.” Katerinka looked at the arrow in her hand and sighed once more. Chuckling, her sister kissed her head.

“We were not meant to settle down and fall in love, Kat. Remember that.” She walked away and Katerinka was alone.

Moving her fingers, she saw the name she had carved on the arrow: Renwyck. She knew her sister was right and she was told to stay away. She closed her eyes and reached into her pocket for a letter she had written him. He would never see it or the arrow. Wrapping the arrow with the letter, she let the items fall into the water below, floating for a moment before the waves dragged them down.

Katerinka took a deep breath and cleared her mind. It was a mistake and she was glad she caught it before he broke her heart. Running her hand through her hair, she turned around just in time to hear her brother giving the orders in preparation to dock.

Watcher, 

You told me to stay away, but you continue to be on my mind. I had an arrow with your name on it, but I am giving it to you so that you have proof that I will not kill you. I don’t care what you say, I will see you again.

Happy Winter Veil to you, handsome.

The Huntress, Katerinka

Renwyck sighed heavily as Kat made yet another appearance. It was sobering really, the draenei’s presence making him forget the multitude of drinks he already had that night.

Damned woman…

9. Rough kiss (and it goes downhill from here on out, folks…)

“Hey there, handsome,” the draenei purred as she slammed Renwyck’s body against the back wall of the closet. The loud thump warranted a unanimous gasp from the other party goers waiting outside. Her lips crushed forcefully against the human’s, her hands pinning his shoulders to the wall. He ripped away from her, his teeth raking against her lower lip as he tugged it with him. The draenei grunted in pain, her grasp of the human faltering for a second.

Renwyck took that second to break free, in turn thrusting her up against the side wall, the adrenaline of the moment more intoxicating than the last few shots of whiskey. Without thinking, he was on her once more, biting her lip before ducking his head to nip at the soft flesh of her neck.