Chapter 1 - Going Down

Glaring with a dark anger at the person sitting across from her, Kathrine pulled back her hand gave him a good pop across the face. Her fel eyes burned with the fire that the magic was known for her, and her strong hand had left a pulsing red imprint across the man's face. He started at her in shock, his own eyes a little wide, jaw slack from the surprise.

Then, she stalked off into the night of Silvermoon. The sparkling stars lit her way, though she didn't feel like thanking them right then. In fact, she felt like cursing them for giving her such terrible luck. Of all the ridiculous situations to end up in, she had to get one that irritated her a whole lot.

Her barefoot feet padded across the smooth stone streets, chilling her from the bottom up. Loose and ragged blue pants whipped in the wind, the shredded edges tickling at her pale feet. A dark vest covered her upper body, tightly laced against her, and holding no fashionable additions. Her arms were bare and as shining as the moon. Her mouth was pursed in anger, and her eyes still roared with rage. Soft brown hair drifted in the wind around her, but she ignored it, continuing her march forward.

Despite all of this, what drew the most attention to her was the fact that above her chestnut hair, were a pair of bunny ears, soft white fur enveloping them. Now, the reason this was more irritating was the fact that she still had her own ears, and as such, people oft mistook them for sexual bunny ears, to tease people.

She hated them. With a passion. She hated even more the people who tried to force themselves on her, with only the ears as justification. They flopped in the wind. They were totally useless to her, she couldn't even hear out of them, they were just there. And why? Because she kept idiotic company.

But that was why she didn't have company anymore, because she didn't want any other additions to afflict her already poorly dispositioned self. Her gait was brisk, moving through the streets with purpose. Or at least, it appeared so. All she did was wander until she fell to the urge of sleep and passed out under some form of cover for the night.

In fact, she was well known around town for her midnight stalking, and random sleeping spots. Of course, no one seemed to know her for the ears. Which was silly, considering that should be what she was known for. But every adventure heard of the midnight stalker, and looked to see if they could help her find whatever it was she was looking for. But not a single one knew of the girl with stupid bunny ears.

She fumed to herself, skulking through the night, till she arrived at a familiar destination. One of the few bright spots in her life. She slid the two daggers from her waistband, one of the few possessions she owned, having been unable to find work as a rogue she was left with very little, and moved toward a small door that marked the entrance to a large complex.

This was one of the side doors, and was a quick avenue to a surplus of gold that she stole from each week to fund her livelihood, as poor as it was, but they didn't notice, or chose not to, and she survived off of very minimal.

So, without a loud procession, she broke her way into the white and red affair, entering as stealthily as possible into the carpeted network of hallways. Red, plush cloth rested under her feet, muting every footsteps and letting her feet feel soft after walking the streets for so long. Spacious globes of magic illuminated the hallway, painting everything in a pale blue glow.

Down the corridor she slid, knowing the path by heart now, and taking a left. However, she was met with a large surprised. Whatever preconceived notion that the owners did not care nor noticed her thievery was obliterated in that nanosecond. A massive and well-built Paladin blocked the sin'dorei's route. He held a two-hander between his palms, it impaled into the ground, ruining the carpet there. A band of red and gold flew through the thin, yet long, blade, whose keen edge glinted in the unnatural glow.

He was armored from neck down in silvery, wing decorated armor that boldly stated his choice of profession, and his white mane extended down his back. Kathrine knew she was in trouble, and that this was not going to end well. The daggers dropped from her sweaty palms and adrenaline poured into her veins, starting a cold sweat over her body.

The man shifted position, spreading out his legs and hefting the blade up. "You know, its more polite to ask than to steal, young lady." She knew he could not see her well, she was caught in one of the dark spaces between orbs, but her form was effeminate, though not overtly so.

Kathrine squeaked out in reply, her already slightly high-pitched voice climbing an octave, "I'm sorry!" The paladin merely laughed at her and began to close the distance with a large stride and mighty thump of plate on the ground. He was easily three inches taller than her, and far more muscles, and well-fed. Even armed well she couldn't have taken this man, he was far too powerful for her.

She bent her knees and feel to the ground, her eyes still wide and her body quivering in fear. Paladins of the Blood Knight Order were not known for their mercy. His metallic covered hand clamped on her shoulder, and hefted her up, holding her into the light.

"Well I'll be." He said, looking her over. She felt a wave of embarrassment at being looked at so awkwardly by a man, then scolded herself for thinking of that way in such a situation as this. She mentally sighed, reminding herself the words her friends had often used to describe her mind, which seemed eternally stuck in the gutter, 'the mind of a virgin is often the most perverse'.

"Hm, it would appear you have a few choices, young woman. You can choose to try and flee, and being taken to jail. You can choose to fight me and die in honorable combat. Or, you can possibly come with me and see what life may have in mind for you." His voice was deep, and retained a neutral tone all throughout. Kathrine looked into his eyes and tried to discern what he had in mind for all of his speaking. But she could catch nothing from him, he was as hard to read as the stars.

She thought hard on this, there was a chance she could escape the Paladin, but then she'd have to leave Silvermoon, not an idea high on her list. She could go to the law and plead exile, but she'd still end up sent away from Silvermoon. Or she could follow this Paladin to wherever he had in mind. Surely it couldn't be too bad, he was a Paladin, after all, wasn't he?

She finally drooped her head in submission, and the Paladin chortled a bit, patting her head. He carefully carried her from the hallway into a small storage room just to the side of where they had been talking. He locked the door, and there she found was her time of sleep, though no came to her out of fear of what may come on the morrow's rise.

But sleep had larger plans for her, and won out the war, and into Morpheus's arms she drifted, his fingers pulling dreams into her eyes. All the while, the Paladin stood guard outside the room, blade reset before him, awaiting anyone else who dare trespass.
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On the dawning sun's waking, its bright eye peering over the horizon, the Paladin hefted her from her sleep and silently took her away. Through Silvermoon they moved, and he got a few odd glances that he diverted with a quick glare.

Their destination appeared to be a house on the opposite end of the city, and inside was a sight Kathrine would have been surprised to see had she been awake. But she was not, so past the surprising room they went, and they ascended a stairwell into a hallway of bedrooms, where she was laid down to rest.

A woman entered in after the Paladin, standing next to him as he laid the girl out. "Paltheus! Isn't it a little early to be dressing her with those ears already?" The woman feigned shock and indignity for the girl.

The Paladin laughed at her and removed his gauntlet. The thick, tanned hand reached out and rubbed her atop her head. The fingers and palm brushed false cat ears that rested there. The hand then drooped and fondled the woman's breast, lifting it and pulling at it, pinching the nipple hidden within the cloth.

"She seems like she'll fill out nicely with some food and care. She's only a girl as far as I can tell, and in some time she'll look quite the part I need her to play." The girl purred and nodded at him, sliding around to his front and unbuckling his trousers. The manhood flopped out and she licked her lips.

"You're nearly erect and all you did was carry the girl and fondle me a bit. Someone's taking a liking to this girl rather quickly. Turning into a bit of little girl stalker, are we, hm?" She joked with him. He raised and eyebrow at her, and reached over and grasped her real ears. Her green eyes snapped shut.

"Sluts shouldn't speak out of turn, and especially not to insult their masters." He forced her mouth around his monster of a manhood, and began to slam her face up and down the length, laughing as he did so.

Another woman slipped into the room and came up to them, she was naked, which was a stark contrast to the black get-up that the first girl wore. Paltheus grinned at her as she leaned down...