Sleeping with the Enemy

[Itakae]

Itakae's hands shook as she slowly, carefully penned a letter to Jutte in broken common. It had only been days since they had met, and Itakae enjoyed his company more than anyone else she knew. Yet there was a deep, nagging fear inside of her that made her stomach turn. Enemy. That is what he had been called by her allies, her fellow Darkspear, other members of the Horde. Jutte was supposed to be her enemy. She picked up her mug of Cherry Grog and gulped it down.

"Hoo-mahn" She said to herself, trying to sound out the words in common. Her head spun, the words were so strange, and looked un-natural on the parchment. She shook her head, trying to put her fears to rest, carefully finishing her letter. After she finished, she summoned a wind elemental whom she had befriended, Sylph.

"Sylph," She said slowly, trying to formulate her scentence in common. "Joo ta'k toh Stor'win'. Giv' toh Pers'fani, o' Jutte. Fro' Mandos."

The wind elemental made a bow like gesture, and disappeared into the night. Itakae forced herself to smile a bit. She knew the she was headed for trouble, but she had no idea how to stop it. Troubled, she headed out from the Revantusk inn to visit the grave of her deceased mate, Zenijin.

"Oh Zenijin," She sighed, kneeling next to his grave. "Ah jus' dunno what ta do anymore. Dis human.. Ah tink dat he be da one fo' me now. Ah wish dachoo were still wit me, Zen, den ah wouldn' have dis problem at all..."

Itakae lied down next to his grave and slowly drifted off to sleep.

[Itakae]

Waiting was the thing that bothered her most. Waiting for a reply from Jutte, waiting for word that he still lived, waiting to be hunted down by angry members of the Alliance. Itakae had always hated fighting, but no one had ever cared. She was a Troll, that meant she had to join the Horde and fight for them using her shamanistic abilities. She was a Troll, a member of the Horde, alliance had to kill her, of course they had no choice, she was a threat! A peaceful, twenty year old, dress wearing threat. It mede her sick to think those thoughts. That people existed who really just wanted to kill her because she was a Troll, a Darkspear.

Her thoughs were interrupted by Sylph, who had returned from Stormwind bearing a letter, with smeared letters across the front. Eagerly, she took the letter and tore it open, reading the strange words slowly and carefully.

"Ah'm gunna see im soon!" She exclaimed happily. "Ah gotta get goin ta Booty Bay!"