Genre: World of Warcraft ((WoW))
Character((s)): Sylvanas
OC's((?)): Logar and Jazlana
Roles: Logar- Jazlana's childhood friend and only one accepting of her after death; Jazlana's sort of long-term bodyguard. Jazlana- Sylvanas' right-hand-man, er.... Woman. She is now a forsaken after being raped and left for dead in Eversong Woods nearly 14 years ago.
Rating: R
Warning((s)): Sexual references, graphic sexual scenes, violence, and language
Summery: Sylvanas calls upon her right-hand woman for some rather strange orders.... But then an orc named Logar walks in and finds himself unable to refuse the rather tight-assed offer presented to him....
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Jazlana stretched out her bow once more, arrow aimed for the offending worgen's head and paused. Logar ducked just within the elf's shot and raised his ax to the creature causing a lengthened sigh from her lips.
"Damn orc!" She called out. "Move it Logar! That's my kill!"
Logar looked back with a smirk and slashed the Worgen in the shoulder, causing the creature to howl and rear back in pain.
"Pft!" Jazlana snorted and turned the golden wolf to her left. "Go on Gorefang- Finish him off!"
With that, the worg took off and made for the wounded creature, fangs bared. Right as Logar lifted his heavy ax once more, Gorefang launched himself at the Worgen and chomped down hard on his throat, tackling the creature fully to the ground as he did so until it suffocated in its own blood.
Jazlana smirked as Logar shot her another more hateful look over his shoulder now.
"Cheater." He spat teasingly. "You're arrow wouldn't have hit before I did with the time you needed to string it and aim strait."
"Exactly why I sent Gorefang instead." She stuck her tongue out to the orc now and he snorted once more.
"Cheater."
"Oh you're just jealous."
Jazlana ran her fingers through Gorefang's golden-silver fur once more when he rubbed up against her as the three headed back for Spelucher.
"So Logar...." Jazlana finally spoke up after a long, rather droning silence. "Good killing today?"
Logar nodded and looked over and down at the young undead elf girl.
"Quite." He smiled. "Glad I tagged along."
"Yeah well I thought there'd be a lot more Worgen out there than that." She laughed.
"Nah, you were just scared." Logar teased and Jazlana pouted up at him.
"Of what exactly?" She giggled. "Death? I case you didn't already notice, I've kinda already been through that."
The two laughed and Gorefang galloped just ever so faster ahead of the pair just as the city started to come into view.
"You want me to wonder off in another direction when we get there?" Logar sighed in question to the forsaken elf.
"You know that's not my choice." Jazlana frowned up at him once more. "No one can know how close we are. I mean.... You've been there through my life and my death.... That's not exactly common either way for an elf and an orc...."
"I know." He smiled gently into her eyes now. "I only tease you."
The pair walked through the over-sized archway into the small city and Gorefang circled around their feet, waiting for the spot Logar's leave left him. The orc gave a quick wave and Jazlana smiled lightly in return as he strode away.
"Jazlana- There you are!" Another female voice called out.
Jazlana turned and nearly ran into the banshee queen herself, Sylvanas, mounted on her horse with a faint smile.
"I trust your quest went well?"
"Of course, milady." Jazlana bowed slightly. "Worgen's aren't as damn tough as they think that they are."
Sylvanas chuckled slightly at the bad humor and nodded towards the inn.
"Your room is prepared." She explained. "Bring Gorefang to the stables for a rest and meet me inside. My room is located right next to yours when you are ready. Do not keep me waiting."
Jazlana stripped herself of her armor and any other heavy loads and redressed into her more formal but casual wear for her meeting with Sylvanas after return from the stables. Her tight purple leather corset-type top bared the Forsaken's emblem across her breasts and left enough of gap between it and her tight Springpaw skin pants to see her bellybutton and the perfect curves of her hips and waist. Jazlana was always more comfortable in the tightest of clothes, one's that clung perfectly to her body. In reality, if she could, Jazlana would probably go everywhere naked. She just always felt more comfortable, more.... Herself with less clothes and more of her natural skin.
But, of course, a naked elf running around would cause quite the uproar and the last thing on her mind was getting raped again. After all.... That's what killed her to begin with so many years ago....
She straitened her corset in the long mirror and pulled out her scrunchies to fluff her long red hair into position before turning on her heel and heading out the door.
Even if Sylvanas had not told her, Jazlana still could have figured out that the large guarded wooden double doors had led to Sylvanas' room alone. The guards noticed Sylvanas' right-hand-woman right away and stepped aside.
Jazlana rapped on the doors twice to make sure the banshee queen was prepared for her entrance; and sure enough she was.
"Come in."
Jazlana pushed one of the doors open just enough to step inside, closing it behind her and bowing to Sylvanas' back as the leader stared out the far window.
"Was the something that you needed me for, milady?" Jazlana finally spoke up when her queen said nothing.
"Can I not just want to see my good friend, Jazlana?" She cooed, turning her head now to face the young girl with a gentle smile and Jazlana found herself flushing slightly.
"Uhhh.... N-no.... I suppose that is fine as well...." She managed and Sylvanas chuckled.
"Calm down." She sighed, walking around the chair positioned to face out the window and towards Jazlana. "I won't bite.... Much."
The banshee queen laughed again and Jazlana joined her.
She had been working with Sylvanas for so long that the woman had even reveled to her once that Jazlana was the only one that she would ever trust completely with her life. Though Jazlana still found a random meeting odd, she was able to relax and slip into old friend mode at the queens' permission.
"Well it is good to talk to you again so out of line Sylvanas." She smiled and Sylvanas grinned at the name, but frowned there after.
"Tell me Jazlana...." She hummed. "How you died.... You were raped.... Correct?"
Jazlana remained dead silent and her face fell at the sudden mood-killing comment.
"I'm sorry for such a touchy question...." She tried again, but Jazlana shook her head, forcing herself to shake it off. It was an old story.