#quelbound06

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ Dangerous. It was cute that Rommath was concerned for her safety after all this time. He was not incorrect, however; Orgrimmar was on edge since the tragic ending of the ceremonial Mak'gora. Although the Horde was no longer under the tight pinch of the Banshee, the Alliance--aside from their king--would not be welcome inside of the gates. That was not new. It would have been easy for the rogue to slip in behind the group carrying Saurfang's body. Her face was covered with a mask, as it always was, and her emerald tell-tale hair was hidden beneath a large hood, along with her glowing eyes. But she didn't take the opportunity. Instead, she pulled her glove off of her hand with her teeth, and whistled for her raven. It appeared before her, darkness dripping from its wings.

   She took flight above the gate, hopping off of the back of the beast and vanishing mid fall. By the time she came into contact with the top of the building, she was nothing. Still, she kept quiet in her movements as she listened for life within the buildings. She was fast, and that was what she did for a living.

   Finally, she found him. He was hunched over a desk in one of the larger buildings--the inn. It made the most sense. Hugging the walls, the elf made her way into the building, and back into the farthest corner--or closest to what the round buildings would have as corners--before she faded back into view in silence.

Whatever there was between himself and the Uncrowned leader, Halduron wouldn’t put it at romantic in any way. Friends? Something like that, more like. Yet, still, he found himself thinking back to that one particular night they’d shared together. Both being leaders of their respective class halls; they’d certainly crossed paths more than one and would continue to do so, he mused, for awhile yet. Their teasing had escalated which in turn led to a particularly heavy make out session that, then turned into more.

It was a wild night for the Ranger-General and one he likely wouldn’t forget for a long time coming. Nanthis certainly gave him a run for his money as far as which of them could bring the other to orgasm first. He would still argue it was a very close call but… Shamefully, he would admit his defeat. She had won and he’d promised her next time he planned to tie the score.

This had occurred only a few short nights ago and still; the ranger plotted his schemes. Still, his mind was tainted with possibilities to bring the rogue to completion before himself. That night, even, his dreams had been nothing short of that night; the sweet, quiet grunts from the both of them. The laughing, teasing voices from both hunter and rogue. Then, finally, that honey filled noise of ecstasy he’d let out as he gave one final thrust as Halduron was the first to lose their bet.

His mind apparently had a sense of humor as each time it replayed in his dreams, no matter how different it played out, he was always at the mercy of Nanthis. She was good; of course she was. To rival his own sexual prowess and stamina, who was renowned for his sexual nature, she had to be something short of a miracle. And the perfect challenge for the Ranger-General.

Waking the next morning, despite the dismay he felt at the realization his filthy mind had evidentally affected his physical body at the sticky stain now covering his sheets was discovered, Halduron had left his residence to seek out a particular night elf. It took time and effort, more than he liked, but once he’d set eyes on Nanthis, Halduron had made a bee line for her.

“I demand a round two!” He exclaimed to her. His tone was filled with an ounce of overconfidence and cockiness yet he remained completely serious. “I’ll settle this score once and for all.”

🗡｡･:*:･ﾟ It was perhaps early afternoon when he'd found her. Nanthis never had a "home" so she slept where she was able. This particular day, she'd actually managed to make her way into an inn. The innkeeper was supposed to ensure that she was able to get an uninterrupted sleep--that was their job. Clearly, they needed a new one.

     The rogue groaned and rolled over in bed before cracking one eyelid open. Daylight. Of course. She groaned again and put a pillow over her face. She hadn't thought about their last tryst since, well, their last tryst. Clearly, she was not as bothered by it as he was--but that was to be expected since she won. Just judging by the tone of voice, she knew that he'd come to lose again. And frankly, she'd rather sleep. But of course, that was partially because she was still halfway asleep.

     When it became evident that he was not leaving, the rogue sat up in her bed, emerald colored hair falling in a mess around her. She was out of armor, sleeping only in a large cloth shirt that she'd stolen from her best friend, and she was without her mask. Illuminated eyes stayed shut, despite her sitting up in the bed.