Vilmah
06-26-2006, 03:34 PM
((This is the abriged version of this RP: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v697/OtakuQueen/boing.jpg ))
Nojinbu’s green raptor made little noise as it ran swiftly through the jungles of Stranglethorn Vale. The wild raptors looked at his mount with contempt as it bounded past them, standing at nearly twice their size, at the command of a gangly troll with white hair. It was already dark by the time he reached Grom’gol, and most of those who resided there had packed up their things for the night, long ago. Trying not to disturb anyone, he slowly dismounted and tied his mount to a wooden bar outside of makeshift inn inside the zeppelin tower. There were a few Horde members sleeping there, in the hammocks that lined the wall. One of them wasn’t using a hammock. She was cradling something in her arms, which he couldn’t make out. Instead of sleeping like the other Horde members, she slept on the floor, curled up close to a gigantic dark gray riding wolf. Huddled sleeping between her and the wolf, was a large and fattened pig.
This was of course, Vilmah. Nojinbu couldn’t even imagine why anyone else would sleep with a pig, but he remembered that Vilmah was strangely paranoid of sleeping alone. Ever since an orphan in Orgrimmar gave her the pig, she raised it and made it into a formidable pet. Unfortunately, lately it had become far too fat and lazy for her to bring it with her everywhere. Her wolf, a newly acquired friend, wasn’t nearly so strange, except that she insisted on naming him Edmund. When asked why, she simply replied, “He looks like an Edmund!”
The troll crept closer to Vilmah, and lowered himself to her level. As soon as he was close enough to make out the thing she was cradling, (an enormous axe with red runes), Edmund raised his head and emitted a low growl from the base of his throat. His glowing green eyes remained steady, looking directly into Nojinbu’s, as if he could read the troll’s mind. After a moment of this, Nojinbu extended a hand, and scratched the wolf’s head. Edmund stopped growling, and licked the two fingered hand before nestling back into his sleeping position. With a smile, Nojinbu crouched down beside Vilmah, and took the axe from her hands, fearing she might hurt herself in her sleep.
Once he rested the axe against the wall, close to Edmund, Vilmah’s free hand began groping about for it. “Hmm…” she purred in her sleep, looking for the axe. With a chuckle, Nojinbu gave her his hand instead.
Vilmah held his hand for a short while, and almost immediately after, pulled Nojinbu towards her. Not having expected this, his knees buckled, and he fell on the floor with a “thud!”. Thankfully, nobody seemed to hear him, but Vilmah’s arms were now encircling him in a tight hug. There was a moment when he thought he could spend the rest of the night, this way. Her small body, having shed her plate mail earlier, was warm and comforting in the chill of the night. Her skin had a pleasant softness to it, and he could smell a hint of peppermint in her breath. Before he had a chance to think about his position, she leaned her head towards his, and pressed her lips against his mouth.
There was some hesitation on his part. He’d never known Vilmah to have been so forward, especially considering how she felt about physical contact. He was even more confused when he felt her delicate tongue part his lips, and slip into his mouth with the stealth that even a rogue could envy. It would have been simple to have allowed himself to become carried away. Her tongue felt hot and smooth against his, her thick lips kneading his own. He could feel himself becoming aroused, but in a small make-shift inn, surrounded by soldiers, he knew better than to take advantage of the opportunity.
Vilmah, however, didn’t seem to take any notice.
In the midst of their embrace, her hands had begun to explore different parts of Nojinbu’s taut body. It seemed innocent at first, but her fingers were steadily moving from his chest on downwards. He could tell that there was a less than innocent intention on her part, and while her taste and smell were becoming increasingly intoxicating, he knew better than to let this continue. He reluctantly pulled his mouth from hers, and leaned in closely to her ear.
“Vilmah..” he muttered. “Mebbe ya should stop?”
She didn’t respond. Her fingers had begun tracing the waste line of his pants, and were moving closer to his belt buckle.
Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Ah don’t tink dats such a good idea, not ‘ere, mebbe, some oda place…?”
She slid one of the hooks from his belt.
“Or, mebbe some oda time??”
She unbuckled his belt, and moved her fingertips along his waistline.
“Vilmah??”
It was then that Nojinbu realized her eyes were still closed. Her lips were moving, as if speaking, but her eyes remained shut, even as she moved her fingers slowly downward…
“Vilmah!”
“Huh??”
The shock of his voice in her ear caused Vilmah to jerk her hand backwards, out from under his clothes. Luckily, Nojinbu realized, she hadn’t gone far enough to touch anything, or this might have been more awkward than it already was. “…you awake?”
“Nojinbu?” She said groggily, rubbing her eyes and yawning. “What are you doing here?”
With a nervous cough, Nojinbu patted her head. “Ya don’t rememba?”
“No, remember what?” She asked, settling back down into her sleeping position. “Was I dreaming?”
Nojinbu exhaled deeply, relieved that she had no recollection of what happened. It would have been both hard and uncomfortable to tell her what she did, so he opted for a less painful option. “Yah. Ya was talkin’ ‘bout… um… peppermint?”
“Oh, right,” she said with a smile. “I found one leftover from the Feast of the Winterviel in by bag. It made my ride through the jungle more pleasant, but you make it even better.”
Vilmah again, wrapped her arms around Nojinbu. Her hug was different though, in that she didn’t draw him to her, but rather, drew herself towards him. Her eyes shut again, as she began dozing back off into sleep. Unfortunately, their past transgression had more of an impact on him than he realized.
“Nojinbu,” Vilmah muttered sleepily. “You really should put your daggars away before you go to sleep…”
Without a moments warning, the troll jumped to his feet. “Right well,” he whispered. “Ah just wanted at kiss ya goodnight. Ah gotta run.”
“Hm? Okay,” Vilmah said with a yawn. “Goodnight, Nojin. Be careful.”
“Night, Vilmah,” he said in a hurry, before running outside to his riding raptor.
The beast gave him a knowing look, and cocked it’s head sideways as it peered into his eyes.
“Whatchoo looking’ at?” He grumbled before untying him, and climbing on his back.
Nojinbu’s green raptor made little noise as it ran swiftly through the jungles of Stranglethorn Vale. The wild raptors looked at his mount with contempt as it bounded past them, standing at nearly twice their size, at the command of a gangly troll with white hair. It was already dark by the time he reached Grom’gol, and most of those who resided there had packed up their things for the night, long ago. Trying not to disturb anyone, he slowly dismounted and tied his mount to a wooden bar outside of makeshift inn inside the zeppelin tower. There were a few Horde members sleeping there, in the hammocks that lined the wall. One of them wasn’t using a hammock. She was cradling something in her arms, which he couldn’t make out. Instead of sleeping like the other Horde members, she slept on the floor, curled up close to a gigantic dark gray riding wolf. Huddled sleeping between her and the wolf, was a large and fattened pig.
This was of course, Vilmah. Nojinbu couldn’t even imagine why anyone else would sleep with a pig, but he remembered that Vilmah was strangely paranoid of sleeping alone. Ever since an orphan in Orgrimmar gave her the pig, she raised it and made it into a formidable pet. Unfortunately, lately it had become far too fat and lazy for her to bring it with her everywhere. Her wolf, a newly acquired friend, wasn’t nearly so strange, except that she insisted on naming him Edmund. When asked why, she simply replied, “He looks like an Edmund!”
The troll crept closer to Vilmah, and lowered himself to her level. As soon as he was close enough to make out the thing she was cradling, (an enormous axe with red runes), Edmund raised his head and emitted a low growl from the base of his throat. His glowing green eyes remained steady, looking directly into Nojinbu’s, as if he could read the troll’s mind. After a moment of this, Nojinbu extended a hand, and scratched the wolf’s head. Edmund stopped growling, and licked the two fingered hand before nestling back into his sleeping position. With a smile, Nojinbu crouched down beside Vilmah, and took the axe from her hands, fearing she might hurt herself in her sleep.
Once he rested the axe against the wall, close to Edmund, Vilmah’s free hand began groping about for it. “Hmm…” she purred in her sleep, looking for the axe. With a chuckle, Nojinbu gave her his hand instead.
Vilmah held his hand for a short while, and almost immediately after, pulled Nojinbu towards her. Not having expected this, his knees buckled, and he fell on the floor with a “thud!”. Thankfully, nobody seemed to hear him, but Vilmah’s arms were now encircling him in a tight hug. There was a moment when he thought he could spend the rest of the night, this way. Her small body, having shed her plate mail earlier, was warm and comforting in the chill of the night. Her skin had a pleasant softness to it, and he could smell a hint of peppermint in her breath. Before he had a chance to think about his position, she leaned her head towards his, and pressed her lips against his mouth.
There was some hesitation on his part. He’d never known Vilmah to have been so forward, especially considering how she felt about physical contact. He was even more confused when he felt her delicate tongue part his lips, and slip into his mouth with the stealth that even a rogue could envy. It would have been simple to have allowed himself to become carried away. Her tongue felt hot and smooth against his, her thick lips kneading his own. He could feel himself becoming aroused, but in a small make-shift inn, surrounded by soldiers, he knew better than to take advantage of the opportunity.
Vilmah, however, didn’t seem to take any notice.
In the midst of their embrace, her hands had begun to explore different parts of Nojinbu’s taut body. It seemed innocent at first, but her fingers were steadily moving from his chest on downwards. He could tell that there was a less than innocent intention on her part, and while her taste and smell were becoming increasingly intoxicating, he knew better than to let this continue. He reluctantly pulled his mouth from hers, and leaned in closely to her ear.
“Vilmah..” he muttered. “Mebbe ya should stop?”
She didn’t respond. Her fingers had begun tracing the waste line of his pants, and were moving closer to his belt buckle.
Clearing his throat, he tried again. “Ah don’t tink dats such a good idea, not ‘ere, mebbe, some oda place…?”
She slid one of the hooks from his belt.
“Or, mebbe some oda time??”
She unbuckled his belt, and moved her fingertips along his waistline.
“Vilmah??”
It was then that Nojinbu realized her eyes were still closed. Her lips were moving, as if speaking, but her eyes remained shut, even as she moved her fingers slowly downward…
“Vilmah!”
“Huh??”
The shock of his voice in her ear caused Vilmah to jerk her hand backwards, out from under his clothes. Luckily, Nojinbu realized, she hadn’t gone far enough to touch anything, or this might have been more awkward than it already was. “…you awake?”
“Nojinbu?” She said groggily, rubbing her eyes and yawning. “What are you doing here?”
With a nervous cough, Nojinbu patted her head. “Ya don’t rememba?”
“No, remember what?” She asked, settling back down into her sleeping position. “Was I dreaming?”
Nojinbu exhaled deeply, relieved that she had no recollection of what happened. It would have been both hard and uncomfortable to tell her what she did, so he opted for a less painful option. “Yah. Ya was talkin’ ‘bout… um… peppermint?”
“Oh, right,” she said with a smile. “I found one leftover from the Feast of the Winterviel in by bag. It made my ride through the jungle more pleasant, but you make it even better.”
Vilmah again, wrapped her arms around Nojinbu. Her hug was different though, in that she didn’t draw him to her, but rather, drew herself towards him. Her eyes shut again, as she began dozing back off into sleep. Unfortunately, their past transgression had more of an impact on him than he realized.
“Nojinbu,” Vilmah muttered sleepily. “You really should put your daggars away before you go to sleep…”
Without a moments warning, the troll jumped to his feet. “Right well,” he whispered. “Ah just wanted at kiss ya goodnight. Ah gotta run.”
“Hm? Okay,” Vilmah said with a yawn. “Goodnight, Nojin. Be careful.”
“Night, Vilmah,” he said in a hurry, before running outside to his riding raptor.
The beast gave him a knowing look, and cocked it’s head sideways as it peered into his eyes.
“Whatchoo looking’ at?” He grumbled before untying him, and climbing on his back.