Chapter 1 - A Fine Envoy - Part 1 [Intro, Semi-Ero]

You could almost hear it, melded amongst the rustle of the leaves and accompanied by the gentle stomping of hoof. The other thing even a seasoned soldier of the 7th Legion wouldn't be able to catch - thus the difference between it and Sentinel was presented, just one amongst many. 

A Nightowl had its own flutter, so did the Blue Sparrow with its deeply sapphire feathers and the Sharptalon with its, namely, razor-sharp talons that cut the gales in a much specific manner. It took years of knowing nature to understand the difference instinctively and it took these long, earring heavy, elven ears to distinguish these sounds. 

And for a Darnassian Ranger, the flapping of a hawk's wings was alike an autumn tree in the middle of summer. 

The bowstring was released and the arrow plunged forth, its sound known by many. That, in its own nature, was a curious piece of knowledge, to some grasped only moments before their death. Of a white collar and tawny body did it fall, the messenger bird meeting the ground without realizing it was already dead. 

A Sentinel was not a title given to all too many, even more famed were the elder ones and not a single one matched the one who brought up the pierced hawk. Dark alike ripe plums, elven lips bent into a little smile as Shandris Feathermoon separated the avian's head from its means of death. 

Content, feline eyes fell onto the little claw and the message attached to it, all to swiftly separate them and then throw the bird away, right into some nearby bush where a Nightsaber would likely feast today; perhaps a wolf, maybe just a bear - not that it made much of a difference. 

Moonlit eyes spread softly as she read the contents, these long eyebrows rising no less as the kaldorei face grew only more radiant by the moment. She nodded to herself, reading the properly ciphered but awfully well known language; only as she was done did a rustle of leaves betray someone, prompting her to shove the paper deep into her bust and change her expression. 

Feline satisfaction vanished without a trace and the wide, canine-flashing smile was gone no less. "What is it, soldier?" She began even before the tracker emerged from the bushes and saluted; his skin just a few shades brighter than her but elven no less. "General! Gryphon riders have been spotted on the horizon! They are approaching from Felwood!" 

It was no surprise; Ashenvale has been a hotspot ever since the war unburied heavier axes on each side and the ancient trees provided the handles for many, many more axes. Northern Talondeep Path was long blocked and Stonetalon Mountains weren’t a path anyone could take, passage to the Barrens were but a Horde stronghold no less, Warsong Fortress sprawled across the east and the south-western entrance was less than safe and it would only get worse.

So the only way to safely get someone in was through the air and through a yet neutral airspace. 

The corners of her mouth twitched, knowing that such matters wouldn’t last for long but a smile had not returned onto her face. “Understood.” It wasn’t many seconds later till they left the gla, leaving the hawk messenger to rot and so, it wasn’t much time till they got back onto the road and returned to Astranaar; there was mild surprise in Shandris that anyone actually managed to track her into the wild forests but then, she did not put all that much work into being traceless. 

Ancient, amethyst buttocks soon filled the Nightsaber’s saddle and amazon bust jumped in its leathery prison, its movements heavy and swinging despite the mount’s innate elegance. Sentinel Feathermoon was a primal night elf in its pure form; she rode with feet bare, with thighs fully uncovered and with her loins covered by nothing more than studded leather. 

Blue, darkwater shaded strands flew down her shoulders gently as she rode into the camp with nothing less than a steel expression on her face; passing the saluting city guardians and one of the Moon Priestesses that was yet tending to the returning from duty huntresses. 

Moonlit eyes squinted softly as she saw the already landed gryphons, the quarter of paladins that arrived with them and most importantly, the very High Priestess they guarded. "Sister Laurena." Shandris declared as the mature woman barely dropped from the winged mount, her regal robes not making it any easier. 

"Light bless you, General Feathermoon." Laurena's voice was merry and gentle, much different to that of the night elf who perhaps was not hostile but yet didn't show much softness to the elf. "It's a pleasure to finally arrive, not to speak on such an important mission."

"May Elune guide you." The Sentinel declared and waited on her mount, not in plans to dismount. "The Chapel of Light favours us with your presence." It was but a formality from Shandris' side to say it all but a tone of friendliness could be heard nonetheless. 

"I'm afraid there is little time to exchange warm words." The kaldorei continued as another set of hunters approached, four riders and one riderless but saddled panther. "You've arrived just in time, High Priestess. The swifter we are, the less harm will be done to the rightful owners of this land."

"Doubtlessly you are right, General." Laurena declared and then approached the mighty beast without a second of hesitation. "It is only in haste we can sometimes find peace, for every good deed has to be carried out before the misdeed can."

Consecrated and godly, her bust bounced with every step she took towards the mount and her robes gracefully followed her; their front reinforced with golden adornments as to not show these hallowed nipples, nipples that in their blessing broke through all kinds of fabric with ease. 

The human, despite the not so young age, climbed onto the nightsaber and spread her silk-covered buttocks across its back. The very animal couldn't be all too happy with so many pounds of holy meat on itself but yet, was trained to transport any sort of high importance individual. 

Shandris waved her hand, her own bust shook and soon they moved out of Astranaar. Kaldorei Hunters rode in the front and the paladin escort, with their light-born warmounts, rode behind. The Sentinel General and High Priestess of the Light moved in the middle, right next to another. 

Purple, nearly spilling bust bounced up and down, neighboringly to the human one; as heavy pounds hallowed meat swung down, the tender, elven one jumped up. A lucky eye would see from the side that one never obstructed another and a careful eye would spot the fine differences between both titans. 

Shandris could centuries years old but her body was still tender and unbitten by age; her bust held itself well and did not simply plummet down, it truly bounced, shook in its limber nature. As such, it was much different from what Laurena sported during their march. 

They were ripe, matured alike sweetest pumpkins; they proudly and shamelessly covered her chest. Free to move under these moonsilk robes, they rose up with each step of the nightsaber and then smacked down - the High Priestess spent nearly three decades serving the Light and the Light did not forget her, granting her some of the plumpiest, fattest fronts of the Church. 

"I do not like this one bit." A quiet voice of the Paladin was to be heard as they left the yet Alliance-controlled part of the forests. "Those negotiations never amounted to anything and now we're putting priestess Laurena in danger no less. It's enough that we struggle in Theramore and Hillsbrad. Not to speak of Nethergarde and all the other fronts."

"Faith, brother. Reconciliation with the Horde's followers of the Light may just reduce their aggression and allow us to exchange more prisoners." Another spoke equally silently but not too silently for the ladies who merely gave each other expresionate looks; Laurena with a warm, content little smile and Shandris with some kind of disapproval. "If the High Priestess is ready to undertake this dire task and risk her own life, you shouldn't falter."

Nonetheless, neither of the ladies cared much as soon did they leave the Falfarren River behind, moving across the red-adorned bridge and passing the many, glorious banners of the mighty Horde. Shandris squinted these moonlit eyes upon the sight of it all and Laurena merely straightened herself with some kind of haste. Only a minute later it was the tall Watch Tower that they saw reveal itself from the many tree crowns, seconds passed before the wolven riders stopped their approach. 

Brutish, heavy kor’kron flanked the way with these massive, muscled bodies; with thew and muscle packed onto worgs of finest breeds, onto canine beasts large enough to carry their weight and thus larger than any man. Monstrous, heavy blades of steel were rested on their shoulders as they stared at the envoy of the Alliance; at first only two, then another four that arrived and made the path look alike an obvious trap. 

Laurena and Shandris merely looked at each other and then moved forth, passing their vanguard and then the road guardans, fully entering the Horde territory and then treading forth as if it was nothing; soon did their escort try to do the same, although only to be stopped by these giant edges that were extended alike halberds of some sorts.

“You don’t think we’ll agree to this?” Night elf hunter declared with a voice of disbelief and grasped the blade by his waist. “Do you really think we’ll allow our General to walk in there alone?” Answer of the paladins was not much different, soon did they reach their hammers and their swords. “The High Priestess will not march a step further without out escort. Out of the way, green filth.”

The tensions rose almost momentarily, air thickened and the atmosphere could be palpable as blood was somewhere there to be soon spilled; would be spilled if not for General Shandris Feathermoon that turned around on her saddle and spoke with a heavy voice. “At ease, hunters. If Horde demands our and our presence alone then we shall give it to them.”

“I trust that the Light is with me, mighty paladins. Thus you must do the same.” Laurena declared no less, her voice as soothing and practiced as ever, her words somehow calming down her own escort but never fully, as it was their duty that was now strangely taken from them. “Light is even within the Horde and I trust we’ll be treated exactly how we should. Fear not.”

It was not as if they gave their soldiers any time to think on it or discuss, both Alliance ladies rode forth right away and left little choice to be had - had they attacked the wolf riders, they would doubtlessly put their superiors in dire danger due to the distance but had they done nothing, both the Sentinel and the Priestess would be on their own. 

As such they did nothing, unkeenly and unhappily but did so nonetheless. “This I like ever less.” A paladin declared with a dry, grim voice; all to be answered by a kaldorei hunter. “Neither do I but if there’s two women in this land that will not let any orcs walk over them, it’s probably those two.”

Yet, Shandris and Laurena have not done as much as look behind themselves, disappearing further into the heavily fortified Splintertree that hosted no less than three different walls these days, being just a tiny outpost at the start of the war. Between the orcs did they ride, amidst the many spike-covered buildings and the rough architecture, next to countess tree stumps and worg stables where mighty beasts were bred and kept.

It was the very innermost part of the Splintertree that they finally dismounted at, dropping from their mounts with bouncing udders and taking positions right before the orcish stronghold where two familiar faces already awaited them, waiting next to each other, different alike day and night.  “Our friends from the Alliance.” Korla Shattersout declared with a welcoming voice. “Light bless you both.” Belestra Lightseeker declared with a delicate, warm voice.

Shatterstout was but an orcish warmaiden smirked keenly, being no one else but the very new commander of the Splintertree Fortress; A finely carved, greenskin warrior of fine thew, finer bust and rough, untamed beauty. Countless times have she fought the Sentinel General and equally many times have they negotiated, although battles fought in the dark, lightless and murky forests of Ashenvale rarely have been seen by anyone uninvolved. 

Nearly half her size was the blood elf that stood next to her; dressed in fine regalia made out of thin, consecrated silk, adorned with aurate lining and as Sin’dorei would have, given a fine cutout to show the flat, delicate belly of creamy shade. With bright, tawny hair and blue, satisfied glow in her eye, she welcomed the two. “We greet you both at the mighty Splintertree Fortress.” Lightseeker was what many would expect of her racial beauty - slim, delicate and graceful.

“I would love to move right away to the work we have to do but first…” She looked Laurena in the eyes and then Shandris, all as Korla folded these fine, muscles arms. “... I must know that we all understand our purposes and reasons here.”

Shandris and Laurena merely looked at each other and then nodded.

Heavy robes dropped, studded leather met onto the floor. "Glory to the Horde." Two voices spoke in unison and saluted. "And may the Alliance fall tomorrow." Their crotch tattoos shining with the glorious, red paint, their insides juicing up. "May the orcish cocks make good use of us."

Crests of the Horde adorned the formerly Alliance-pledged loveparts as these amazon, heavy wonders of Kaldorei race shone on Shandris' chest; her dark nipples standing proudly and hailing their true owners no less than the elf. "The Sentinel Army is ready to surrender the Ashenvale."

"That's more like it." Korla declared contently, eyeing the innate cushions of the Night Elf; all as Belestra smiled to the older human, watching these freely hanging, monumental udders of the other priestess. "Well done on finding your path in this world, sister."

Laurena chuckled softly, setting her mature qualities into movement, causing them to swing to the sides in all of her monstrous, blessed glory. "I do hope there's yet a place in the Horde for an older woman like me." She declared, all as a massive, black base was sticking out from between her buttocks, proudly flashing with the mark of the Tauren.

“Of course, sister." Lightseeker stepped fort raising one of these holy udders and weighed it, feeling how it spilled in her hand; tried to escape through her fingers. "These will do well in service of the Light."

"Horde welcomes all massive busts; as long as they are fat and visually pleasing." Korla declared, staring at the yet saluting, bare night elf in front of her. "Naturally, we enjoy some more than the others." She just briefly looked onto the priestess, clearly enjoying what she saw but yet quickly turning to the Ranger General. 

"Alright, soldier. I hope you're ready to spread your asses, drink wolf-spunk from buckets, rim my soldiers and spill Alliance secrets because that's all you're going to do all day, everyday until we transfer you to Orgrimmar, so they can decide where's your new home."

"But don't worry, do it all well and we'll let you clean our dicks everyday."

Shandris merely smiled, knowing that these dirty, unwashed, delicious cocks wouldn't hide from her for long; her sharp canines flashed. "We both thank you for your offer." Laurena declared, bowing softly and letting her blessed front hang.

"We look forward to working with you."




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