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Check it out [url=https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B2XYVYHC]HERE![/url]\n\nThat kinda grab... usually leads to other things, no? >_>\n\nThey both might be in for another 'spiritual awakening', if you catch my drift.\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Blizzard owns races/classes/setting, all fiction, characters mine, etc.  Consider checking out my Linktree to see where else I'm active!

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That kinda grab... usually leads to other things, no? >_>

They both might be in for another 'spiritual awakening', if you catch my drift.

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She looked back into the cave and took a deep breath, then confidently strode into the darkness.\n\nNormally when one enters a dark space, it takes a moment for their eyes to adjust due to the lack of light. In this instance, however, walking into the darkness was like passing through a jet black veil, behind which a bright blue glow caused Chela to squint unexpectedly.\n\nSix torches of dancing blue light bathed every wall of the cave. A small, stone altar sat at the cave’s center. The altar itself was covered in a series of shamanic runes, as were the column-like bases of the standing torches. \n\nChela looked behind her to see naught but the black veil, which her father passed through a few moments later. “Father… what is this place?”\n\nBlud looked around slowly. “It is where your rite of passage begins and ends, Re’ka. This place can only be reached by those skilled in the shamanic arts, and it can be reached wherever and however the spirits deem. I entered this place from a cave in Ashenvale in my youth.”\n\n”It’s amazing,” she said in awe. Her gaze turned to the walls of the cave. At first glance they appeared empty, but as she stared, drawings and etchings appeared composed of silvery strokes. Names, dates, pictures, and rituals were all transcribed in a jumble, though there was still a great deal of empty space between them. “Are these… did other shamans leave these?”\n\n”Each and every one of them. It is a mark of your triumph that will endure for eternity.” Blud’s gaze fixed itself upon a patch of stone wall to his right, which he slowly approached and pressed his hand against the cool stone.\n\nCurious, Chela followed him and peered over his shoulder. His hand slid away, revealing a rough inscription: Gelorn Earthrender II, guided by Chela Earthrender. Beneath the inscription was a crude, but distinguishable drawing of a pair of orcs holding hands and smiling.\n\nSeeing her own name on the wall sent a shiver up her spine, but to her surprise her father began to rub at the pair of names. His fingers wiped away the silvery streaks as if they hadn’t been there to begin with. Once gone, he traced two new names with his finger: Blud Sharpstrike, guided by Tehka Eldewind. “There,” he rumbled and sighed. “I have wanted to change this for many moons. Only those who make the markings can erase them.”\n\n”I understand,” Chela assured him, then gently brushed past him and pointed at the patch of empty stone below it. Before her father could protest, she was doodling away at an inscription of her own: Chela Sharpstrike, guided by her loving father, Blud Sharpstrike.\n\nBlud smiled, saying nothing as he watched her do her best to doodle the two of them next to each other. Truthfully, her drawing was far more detailed and accurate than his own had been so long ago. “How come you never draw anything that pretty back home?”\n\nChela blushed softly. “I… I guess it just didn’t seem befitting of a tough shaman.”\n\nBlud shook his head and touched her shoulder. “Being tough isn’t about appearances. It’s about heart. That sort of talent only comes from a big heart… a heart that I broke last night, and intend to repair.”\n\n”I… I’m not sure I follow,” Chela said nervously, her heartbeat growing.\n\nHer dark-haired father swallowed hard. “I didn’t wish to toy with you, but I will remind you that I said you would have your answer today, and I did not explicitly say ‘no’ last night at the end of our conversation.”\n\nChela felt herself shrink sheepishly. “Oh… r-really?”\n\n”I admit I was… uncertain, but I wanted to see this place again before I made my decision. I remember standing here with your mother beaming with pride behind me. I was still young, but in her delight she took my face and kissed me; a kiss that contained energy fit for more than one’s son. After your dreams last night, I became certain that the spirits had set things in motion between her and I the day we came here. I believe they wish us a similar fate, but even if they didn’t, I… I will return your honesty. I want you too, Chela, more badly than a father sho-“\n\nHis monologue died when his daughter devoured his lips with her own. Both of her hands clung to the sides of his head as she pulled him deeper into their kiss, and in return Blud’s burly arms wrapped around her waist. Passionate energy flooded Chela’s body the second her lips met her father’s. The three times before, there was uncertainty, knowing that what she was doing was taboo. Now? Everything just felt… right, even as she spun with him, guiding him across the cave as if dancing.\n\nBlud groaned into his daughter’s lips, each kiss drawing their lips further open, both sets of small tusks clicking together like two swords in a duel. His hands grew bolder by the second, and Chela gasped as he dared to clap both of them down upon her wonderfully wide backside.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<9 - The Levee Breaks>

Both father and daughter held each other close, and neither of them moved until Chela had found her composure.  The tension between them abated somewhat, but Chela still found it difficult to speak to him.  She was no longer cold, but now she just felt… sad and drained.

The two of them walked side by side around the large lake, but as their destination came into sight, Blud’s pace slowed.  He kept just a few steps behind Chela as she approached the mouth of the large cave, but stopped short of stepping into its ominous darkness.  Her braids swayed as she looked back at her father.  “Well… we did it, huh?”

Blud shook his head.  “Not just yet.  You need to see what’s inside first.”

Chela raised an eyebrow.  “Have you been here before?”

”Yes… and no.”

”Helpful,” she said with a soft, teasing laugh.  She looked back into the cave and took a deep breath, then confidently strode into the darkness.

Normally when one enters a dark space, it takes a moment for their eyes to adjust due to the lack of light.  In this instance, however, walking into the darkness was like passing through a jet black veil, behind which a bright blue glow caused Chela to squint unexpectedly.

Six torches of dancing blue light bathed every wall of the cave.  A small, stone altar sat at the cave’s center.  The altar itself was covered in a series of shamanic runes, as were the column-like bases of the standing torches.  

Chela looked behind her to see naught but the black veil, which her father passed through a few moments later.  “Father… what is this place?”

Blud looked around slowly.  “It is where your rite of passage begins and ends, Re’ka.  This place can only be reached by those skilled in the shamanic arts, and it can be reached wherever and however the spirits deem.  I entered this place from a cave in Ashenvale in my youth.”

”It’s amazing,” she said in awe.  Her gaze turned to the walls of the cave.  At first glance they appeared empty, but as she stared, drawings and etchings appeared composed of silvery strokes.  Names, dates, pictures, and rituals were all transcribed in a jumble, though there was still a great deal of empty space between them.  “Are these… did other shamans leave these?”

”Each and every one of them.  It is a mark of your triumph that will endure for eternity.”  Blud’s gaze fixed itself upon a patch of stone wall to his right, which he slowly approached and pressed his hand against the cool stone.

Curious, Chela followed him and peered over his shoulder.  His hand slid away, revealing a rough inscription: Gelorn Earthrender II, guided by Chela Earthrender.  Beneath the inscription was a crude, but distinguishable drawing of a pair of orcs holding hands and smiling.

Seeing her own name on the wall sent a shiver up her spine, but to her surprise her father began to rub at the pair of names.  His fingers wiped away the silvery streaks as if they hadn’t been there to begin with.  Once gone, he traced two new names with his finger: Blud Sharpstrike, guided by Tehka Eldewind.  “There,” he rumbled and sighed.  “I have wanted to change this for many moons.  Only those who make the markings can erase them.”

”I understand,” Chela assured him, then gently brushed past him and pointed at the patch of empty stone below it.  Before her father could protest, she was doodling away at an inscription of her own: Chela Sharpstrike, guided by her loving father, Blud Sharpstrike.

Blud smiled, saying nothing as he watched her do her best to doodle the two of them next to each other.  Truthfully, her drawing was far more detailed and accurate than his own had been so long ago.  “How come you never draw anything that pretty back home?”

Chela blushed softly.  “I… I guess it just didn’t seem befitting of a tough shaman.”

Blud shook his head and touched her shoulder.  “Being tough isn’t about appearances.  It’s about heart.  That sort of talent only comes from a big heart… a heart that I broke last night, and intend to repair.”

”I… I’m not sure I follow,” Chela said nervously, her heartbeat growing.

Her dark-haired father swallowed hard.  “I didn’t wish to toy with you, but I will remind you that I said you would have your answer today, and I did not explicitly say ‘no’ last night at the end of our conversation.”

Chela felt herself shrink sheepishly.  “Oh… r-really?”

”I admit I was… uncertain, but I wanted to see this place again before I made my decision.  I remember standing here with your mother beaming with pride behind me.  I was still young, but in her delight she took my face and kissed me; a kiss that contained energy fit for more than one’s son.  After your dreams last night, I became certain that the spirits had set things in motion between her and I the day we came here.  I believe they wish us a similar fate, but even if they didn’t, I… I will return your honesty.  I want you too, Chela, more badly than a father sho-“

His monologue died when his daughter devoured his lips with her own.  Both of her hands clung to the sides of his head as she pulled him deeper into their kiss, and in return Blud’s burly arms wrapped around her waist.  Passionate energy flooded Chela’s body the second her lips met her father’s.  The three times before, there was uncertainty, knowing that what she was doing was taboo.  Now?  Everything just felt… right, even as she spun with him, guiding him across the cave as if dancing.

Blud groaned into his daughter’s lips, each kiss drawing their lips further open, both sets of small tusks clicking together like two swords in a duel.  His hands grew bolder by the second, and Chela gasped as he dared to clap both of them down upon her wonderfully wide backside.
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