Post by Mayetoro on Jan 3, 2011 22:25:28 GMT -5
Thasur had been waiting for hours in the stifling heat of the jungle village and he was in a terrible mood.
After two days of travel during which the blood elf had endured the company of every kind of riffraff and non-entity, he had finally found a troll willing to guide him to the edge of the ancient city of Zul'Gurub and the small village of Bambala. Now, he sat on a cast off pot at the entrance to the tribal Mother's small, open hut and stewed in his hatred of biting insects and the smells only a warm jungle could create.
His only solace was in watching a young troll woman as she presided over a group of eight children. He had decided she was beautiful, a fact he would never admit to any other being even if threatened with death, but which seemed to lessen the unpleasantness of the moment. His first encounter with a troll had been in the whirl of battle, and the ferocious terror of the brutal moment that had chosen its death over his had never let him look at another of their kind with anything like understanding. But the slim, graceful female sitting with these young trolls was so far from that moment he could not help but look.
She was tall. They were all tall. As he looked around, he realized she was probably as tall as the biggest male there. To his eye, all of the trolls seemed too long and slim, but she was beyond even that. The muscles and bones of her seemed to move under a thin slip of blue skin, barely touched with the thickness of woman. Thasur supposed that he would have called her emaciated except that her movements were as graceful and easy as one of the cats his mother had kept about her home. When she reached out to collect a little one from it's stumbling progress and set the small feet back on the ground, it was as if each moment of the action had been rehearsed a thousand times until it was exactly the right speed and place. Her grace was spare and simple, like her body, without excess or extra.
Long hair cascaded in loose heaps about her almost naked shoulders and upper body, dyed a bright green as her people seemed wont to do. She had gathered some of it into haphazard braids that the young ones were always grabbing for support, but which did little to lend any sense of order to the mass of locks that were highlighted with small bits of leaf and twig. He watched as she gathered a very small one to her breast and nuzzled away it's tears, wondering that the ferocious trolls could also show such tenderness.
She glanced over and looked at him again and he looked away to conceal his attention, but looked back as she unfolded herself gracefully from the ground, turning toward him and waving over a younger girl, then pointing toward the little knot of bodies as she walked across the village center. Though Thasur could barely believe he was thinking it, the sway of her hips was unabashedly sensual as the woman finally stopped before him, offering a disconcerting smile bracketed with two small tusks and the bright orange eyes he would never get used to.
"So…who would you be, then?" She spoke as she settled the toddler on one hip, her voice soft and without the accent he had always come to expect from trolls.
Thasur resisted the urge to stand, knowing it would not bring him to her height anyway. "My name is Thasur Winddeshe, and I have come to see Mother Mayetoro." Up close, he could see the dozen or so rings and adornments that pierced her long ears and dangled about her throat. The decoration seemed without vanity, much as the simple leather top which covered enough of her to be civilized and strips of hide that served as a skirt, but which left her long, smooth legs free.
The beautiful young animal before him settled slowly to the ground, placing the small child in her lap and bouncing it softly, "You have come a long way, Thasur. What could be so important that it would bring an elf out into the jungle?" Her high, arching eyebrows gave her an almost childish look, as if always in the midst of some discovery.
The blood elf shifted his armor on his shoulders, sweat dripping down over his hips and legs. The clear, well spoken words coming from this image of the primitive female made it hard to treat her the way he thought he probably should. "I don't think I should discuss that with anyone but her, do you?"
She laughed, and swept back the mass of unruly hair from her face, throwing it over her shoulder in a motion he had seen a thousand times on a thousand young elven woman. Even the smile she gave him would have been completely at home on the lips of a beautiful girl sitting across a table in Silvermoon. The feeling of it took away the last of his unwitting prejudices and left him marveling at the unmarked softness of her slightly blueish skin, the gentle curve of her long neck, and the easy way she held her body. He blushed very slightly at his own thoughts and glanced about to cover his unease.
Her laughter was deep, soft, and filled with gentleness, "Welcome to Bambala, Lord Thasur. I am Maye, traveller of the Green and Mother to at least some of these people. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."
Thasur did a good job of covering his disbelief as he rose and bowed, but he could hear some of the other trolls about the central firepit laughing and knew he had been part of some well meaning joke or perhaps a test. He only hoped he had passed.
After two days of travel during which the blood elf had endured the company of every kind of riffraff and non-entity, he had finally found a troll willing to guide him to the edge of the ancient city of Zul'Gurub and the small village of Bambala. Now, he sat on a cast off pot at the entrance to the tribal Mother's small, open hut and stewed in his hatred of biting insects and the smells only a warm jungle could create.
His only solace was in watching a young troll woman as she presided over a group of eight children. He had decided she was beautiful, a fact he would never admit to any other being even if threatened with death, but which seemed to lessen the unpleasantness of the moment. His first encounter with a troll had been in the whirl of battle, and the ferocious terror of the brutal moment that had chosen its death over his had never let him look at another of their kind with anything like understanding. But the slim, graceful female sitting with these young trolls was so far from that moment he could not help but look.
She was tall. They were all tall. As he looked around, he realized she was probably as tall as the biggest male there. To his eye, all of the trolls seemed too long and slim, but she was beyond even that. The muscles and bones of her seemed to move under a thin slip of blue skin, barely touched with the thickness of woman. Thasur supposed that he would have called her emaciated except that her movements were as graceful and easy as one of the cats his mother had kept about her home. When she reached out to collect a little one from it's stumbling progress and set the small feet back on the ground, it was as if each moment of the action had been rehearsed a thousand times until it was exactly the right speed and place. Her grace was spare and simple, like her body, without excess or extra.
Long hair cascaded in loose heaps about her almost naked shoulders and upper body, dyed a bright green as her people seemed wont to do. She had gathered some of it into haphazard braids that the young ones were always grabbing for support, but which did little to lend any sense of order to the mass of locks that were highlighted with small bits of leaf and twig. He watched as she gathered a very small one to her breast and nuzzled away it's tears, wondering that the ferocious trolls could also show such tenderness.
She glanced over and looked at him again and he looked away to conceal his attention, but looked back as she unfolded herself gracefully from the ground, turning toward him and waving over a younger girl, then pointing toward the little knot of bodies as she walked across the village center. Though Thasur could barely believe he was thinking it, the sway of her hips was unabashedly sensual as the woman finally stopped before him, offering a disconcerting smile bracketed with two small tusks and the bright orange eyes he would never get used to.
"So…who would you be, then?" She spoke as she settled the toddler on one hip, her voice soft and without the accent he had always come to expect from trolls.
Thasur resisted the urge to stand, knowing it would not bring him to her height anyway. "My name is Thasur Winddeshe, and I have come to see Mother Mayetoro." Up close, he could see the dozen or so rings and adornments that pierced her long ears and dangled about her throat. The decoration seemed without vanity, much as the simple leather top which covered enough of her to be civilized and strips of hide that served as a skirt, but which left her long, smooth legs free.
The beautiful young animal before him settled slowly to the ground, placing the small child in her lap and bouncing it softly, "You have come a long way, Thasur. What could be so important that it would bring an elf out into the jungle?" Her high, arching eyebrows gave her an almost childish look, as if always in the midst of some discovery.
The blood elf shifted his armor on his shoulders, sweat dripping down over his hips and legs. The clear, well spoken words coming from this image of the primitive female made it hard to treat her the way he thought he probably should. "I don't think I should discuss that with anyone but her, do you?"
She laughed, and swept back the mass of unruly hair from her face, throwing it over her shoulder in a motion he had seen a thousand times on a thousand young elven woman. Even the smile she gave him would have been completely at home on the lips of a beautiful girl sitting across a table in Silvermoon. The feeling of it took away the last of his unwitting prejudices and left him marveling at the unmarked softness of her slightly blueish skin, the gentle curve of her long neck, and the easy way she held her body. He blushed very slightly at his own thoughts and glanced about to cover his unease.
Her laughter was deep, soft, and filled with gentleness, "Welcome to Bambala, Lord Thasur. I am Maye, traveller of the Green and Mother to at least some of these people. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."
Thasur did a good job of covering his disbelief as he rose and bowed, but he could hear some of the other trolls about the central firepit laughing and knew he had been part of some well meaning joke or perhaps a test. He only hoped he had passed.
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