Apela felt her palms sweat as she paced inside the tent, the fire burning bright and illuminating her concerned expression. It had been days since her husband had left to hunt with the other braves, and no word has come of his status. “Oh Rhedd…” she whispered, feeling a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly a sound came from the doorway, as two figures stumbled in, taking her by surprise.
“Apela Earthhoof?” one of them spoke, the familiar voice of Elder Ghosthorn filling her ears. Her nerves relaxed as they came into the light of the fire, allowing her to see both the elder and his son, Skel. “We are sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but we felt honor bound to tell you something important.”
Apela felt her heart sink, assuming the worst, “What happened to Rhedd!? Is he okay!? Oh no… he is dead! Isn’t he!?” she continued on, before Skel came up and grabbed her on her shoulders, “No!” he said loud and firm, making sure she heard him, “He is fine.” Apela was growing confused, “Then what is it?” she questioned, brushing Skel’s hand from her shoulder.
Skel stepped back and looked to his father, who nodded to him, “It is the right thing to do, son.” Skel nodded in return, before reaching into his satchel and pulling out two strange vials, one glowing green, and the other a deep purple. Apela had seen liquids like this before, during a visit to Thunderbluff around the same time of the year. Trinkets from a supposed love festival brought in from the Horde. Apela’s confusion continued to grow.
“Your husband never joined us on our hunt.” the elder interjected, waiting for his words to sink in. Skel handed her the vials, “On the day we were to leave he told us of the festival. He said he wanted to spend time with those he loved.” he said, closing her hands over each one. Apela’s confusion began to turn to anger, “I don’t understand what you are saying… he never came…” was all she could say as it dawned on her, “These vials, they are Rhedd’s…”
Skel nodded, “As we passed through Thunderbluff to pick up supplies, we… we spotted him.” he said, choking up on his words. “He was not alone, in truth he seemed rather popular.” the elder once again interjected. “It can’t be true!” she said, squeezing the vials tight, turning her gaze to the shadowed side of the room as she came to the realization what they were telling her. “We took the vials while he was… engaged with one of the young women.” Skel continued, “We didn’t want you to live with the shame of being in the dark about his affairs.”
Apela searched herself, thinking about all those nights he left her alone for hours on end, “That bastard…” she whispered, looking to herself. She looked down at the vials, the green one nearly empty, but the purple one still full. “So many years together… so many nights by myself.” Tears began to fill her eyes as she grabbed her chest, “Why? What did I do to him?” she turned back, trying hard to ask the two for an answer.
“We are sorry, but we don’t know.” the elder said solemnly. Skel’s eyes looked at her, filled with concern, “Is there anything we can do to help ease the pain?”
Apela looked down once again at the vials as tears ran down her face. The sorrow of her broken heart began to be replaced with a burning hatred. “You can tell me, what does this purple one do?” she asked, staring intently into Skel’s eyes. Skel answered nervously, “It does the opposite of the green liquid, heavily attracting men rather then women. Likely purchased it by mistake.”
Apela eyed the vial and then looked up at the two men again, her heart filled with anger as a wicked idea crossed her normally innocent mind, “Is that so…?” Skel looked on in confusion followed by horror as she popped off the cap, allowing the purple liquid to cascade over her in a swirl of pink and purple magic.
Hour passed before Rhedd returned home, his spirits high from all the nights of celebration and lustful sex. He whistled as he passed through the doorway, “Hey my sweet, I have returned from the hunt!” he yelled out. He looked forward, the shadow of his wife looming in the darkest areas of the tent. “Huh… sweety?” he tried again, but still no answer.
As he walked closer her heard a sound come up behind him, and before he could react two massive figures grabbed him by the arms. “What in An’she is going on here!” he yelled as he saw the eyes of the Ghosthorns staring blankly at him, a magical purple light seemingly to glow from their pupils.
He struggled as they pulled him over to one of the nearby totems, chaining him around the arms and waist. “Apela! Help!” he yelled, but still she just stood in the shadows, “Is it true?” suddenly came her voice, stinging and intense, “What!?” he asked, the chains digging tight into him.
Apela walked forward, her body entirely bare. Rhedd looked in shock before the other two walked forward, Skel and his father kneeling at each of her sides as they began kissing her up her arms, “I know where you were! All those times I sat here waiting for my love and attention and the whole time you were giving it to others!”
Rhedd pulled hard at his chains, rage filling his heart as his muscles tensed, “How… how do you…!?” Apela gave a wicked smile, as she nodded to Skel, allowing him to push her down towards the wooden floors, lining himself up with her rear. Rhedd’s eyes opened wide as she opened her mouth, licking her lips as the elder leaned towards her, his cock hard and erect and ready for her willing mouth, “You broke my heart, Rhedd. Now I will let jealousy consume you.”
Sneeki felt her blood race as she sprinted, the light from the magic conduits being her only guide out this blue dragon freakshow. She perked up her ears, the sudden scream coming from far behind her, “What do you mean it’s gone!?”
Sneeki giggled to herself as she kept running, the magical artifact held tight to her chest. She didn’t have much use for it, but she figured it would get her a pretty penny back in Dalaran. The others would understand, or not, she didn’t really care.
As she turned another corner, she noticed a strange glow. Green runes adorned the floor just in front of her, catching her off guard. She decided to make a break for it, running at full speed towards the runes. As she came upon the runes, a strange fire overtook the spot in front of her and a figure materialized, her head knocking directly into it’s metal shin. “Oof!” she said as she was stunned, the world spinning quickly around her.
“I knew putting that demon gate back here was a good idea.” came the familiar voice of the groups warlock, Sneeki’s eyes came back into focus just in time to see the angry snarl of a Fel Guard reaching for her and lifting her up by the cuffs of her armor.
“Hey put me down!” she yelled, as the artifact was ripped from her hands by the demonic entity. She looked over as the warlock himself stepped forward, taking the artifact into his hands. “You know we were rolling for this, not very nice to steal it.” he said with a condescending grin.
“I deserved it more then you losers!” she snarked back, kicking and squirming as the demon held her tight.
The warlocks face turned to even further amusement, “Deserved it? My demon and I were going to return the artifact for a proper roll with the others… though now I think I should show you what you really deserve.
The warlock waved his hands, the demon grabbing both side of her armor and pulling quickly, ripping the whole outfit in two. Sneeki’s eye grew wide and she stopped moving for a bit as she looked down at the demon, his snarl turning to a twisted grin.”Huh oh…”
This one was a little faster then the last one, but I think it turned out well. This was the bonus to make up for missing last week. Now time to finish up that poll for the upcoming animation week!