The Refusal
#1 of Songwind
It's a tad bit lengthy but I needed to get all the facts straight here it is, Songwind! (If you don't like this, if you are underage, etc. dont read it.)
- * * Chapter 1 The Refusal It was a hot dry day in the canyon. Lakata Songwind had just left the pool of geysers with some fresh water for her village, this was a task that was always performed by the women for it was simple and risk free. Or so they thought... Lakata was dressed in a beautiful silken robe, it was a brilliant turquoise color at the top but faded ever so slowly to white as it draped around her waste. Lakata had rather stunning good looks for a Tauren, she had long brown hair which she kept unbraided to show a bit of freedom against her culture driven clan. Her eyes were bright and shimmering in the bright daylight, innocence permeating from them. Her hooves clopped with each step she took as she followed the dusty dirt trodden path. There was a brisk breeze that whistled through the peaks in the canyon, every now and then twirling her gorgeous hair. She was humming to herself, it was a simple tune that seemed to only be improved by the rhythmic beat of her feet. She was blissfully unaware that she was being watched. Arnok Grimetotem was peering from behind a pillar of sand that had formed over the years. It was obvious he was attracted to her beautiful features and had all intention to make her his bride. Arnok was maybe only a few moons older than Lakata but he appeared much older. He had always been an ambitious Tauren, a warrior. He knew the battlefield well and constantly flaunted his mastery of the blade. He had short grizzled looking hair that ran down his back, black as pitch. He had long gouging horns that protruded from his skull and ran to both sides of his head, they had many battleworn scars etched into them. He was dressed in his usual warrior armor, chain mail which clung to his strong physique tightly, the shoulder guards were a bright red as well as the pants around his midsection for extra protection. He had a longsword at his side, hilted but at a moments notice could be easily thrust out to defend against a foe. All this time Lakata was continuing onward for town, still humming all the while. Arnok had finally built up the courage to approach her. He stole away a few feet past several pillars, remaining in the shadows so he would not be as easily detected. Then got onto the road walking toward Lakata, he was somewhat nervous of her response but he had to give in to his instincts. At first Lakata had not noticed that Arnok was approaching, her eyes were on the ground as she spilt some water accidentally. Then she looked up and saw him, "Greetings Arnok, of the Grimetotem. Are you here to see me safely back to Windspree? Or better yet are you here to carry this jug the rest of the way for me", she chuckled pleasantly as she stopped in front of him and gave him a slight bow. "Sorry Lakata, I have more important matters to attend to with you", he responded quickly with a serious tone and a somewhat demanding demeanor about him. "Oh really", she asked curiously, "then do let me take a seat, the sun is hot and I have been walking all morning", she said sitting down beside the road on a rather large rock, setting her pitcher of water by her side. Arnok didn't speak for a moment, but then slowly, "Lakata Songwind, I have come to you today with a stern proposal I wish to put to you", he paused for a moment and wiped some sweat from his brow, "Lakata please join me in spirit and become Lakata Songwind Grimetotem", as he said this he knelt before her and pulled a golden amulet from around his neck and extended it to her. Lakata did not respond, she sat there with a vacant stare on her face, not looking at Arnok but to the sky. Storm clouds began to race through the air and a rumble of thunder roared in the distance. "I can not", she sad dominantly as she stood, grabbing her pitcher, and continuing down the road. Arnok was shell shocked. He had been refused. He caught up to her in a minute as he ran down the road. "My dearest Lakata, why not", Arnok demanded with a touch of sincerity in his voice, the pendant still in his hand. "Arnok must you be so blind, it is not meant to be", she stated bluntly back at him. She continued onward with a quicker pace. Once more Arnok was refused, "What do you mean, we are not meant to be, I believe we are, and my belief is greater than your will!", Arnok was nearly yelling at her. Lakata stopped in midstride and turned to face him, defiant anger was on her face, "Your belief may be greater than my will, but your will is not greater than our ancestor's". Lakata continued onward even faster, she was done with him. Arnok however wasn't finished with her, "Songwind!", he shouted in fury, "you will regret this day"! With that he stormed off in the opposite direction. The sky above quickly cleared with a random gale just as rain began to fall, preventing an all out downpour. Slight drizzle drifted down from the sky for a second before the sun reappeared and banished it for its pathetic attempt. Arnok sat down in the shade of a pillar and began to quickly remove his armor, the argument he had with Lakata had left him angrier than ever and horny as well. He shed off his chain mail as quick as he could. Removing his shirt from up over his head and horns he marveled in his massive pecs and muscular arms. He gave each of his nipples a tight squeeze, eliciting a moan from deep within his throat. He tore off his pants to reveal a huge bulge sprouting upward beneath his loincloth. He pushed the loincloth to the side to release his throbbing penis, it was massive. His penis was not even semi hard yet and was still huge, it must have been at least five inches thick and ten inches long. Arnok grabbed his throbbing member with both hands and began to rapidly jerk himself off. Thoughts of Lakata raced through his mind, he was becoming obsessed with her beautiful features. It was as if she was actually there riding his huge dick. He had just got to his full size of nine inches in width and a whopping foot and a half in length. Arnok was actually able to lick the massive head of his throbbing behemoth, causing him to grunt and squirm as he began to spew precum. All the while he was jerking his shaft with one hand wildly, his other had long since slipped itself down to fondle his heavy ball sack. With one more swift motion of his hand up his rod and as he stuck his tongue deep into his cock slit he blasted huge loads of cum out into his waiting mouth and face. Thoughts of Lakata still dancing around in his mind he came two more times and thought up a plan to make her his own. Lakata had by that time made it up the winding incline that lead to the top of a pillar, several hundred feet from the bottom of the canyon itself. The pinnacle itself had nothing on it but a large totem pole painted with bold blue paints, the mark to signal the town of Windspree, behind it was a rope bridge that lead to another pinnacle where the village lay in waiting. Lakata walked the rope bridge with no fear, the wooden planks providing floorboards creaked with age. Lakata had reached the tiny village atop the great pinnacle which was Windspree. The town bustled with many male and female Tauren, all doing some important task for the good of the village. Women were sitting inside tented buildings, many of whom were sewing clothing in various colorful shades. Some children ran to and fro, laughing and joking with not a care in the world. Some men folk were at a forge smelting some ores, no doubt for use in armor or weaponry. Lakata walked past two men wrestling over some ridiculous argument, this immediately caused them to straighten up. Lakata giggled to herself as she approached the well and poured the water down into it, setting the pitcher on the ground to the side. The well at Windspree had long since gone dry but the elders of the past had set up a regiment of how much should be permitted per person and how much water should be fetched from the pool of geysers daily. Thus the town remained and prospered. The cultural ties of the town probably aided in it's survival. The Tauren had gained a respect for all things in nature. They would not dare go interfere with life elsewhere in the canyon, so they made due with their current predicament. They also heeded the words of their ancestors nearly to the letter. Lakata's long, flowing, unbraided hair was against tradition, earning her many stern glances from other women of the village. Lakata headed to a long tent that was put at the far end of the cliff. Inside sat an older Tauren woman. She was the current shaman of the village. Wise beyond belief the shaman was like a guide to the residents of Windspree. It was said that all the ancestors spoke through her and kept the Tauren on a path of harmony. Tauren often seek the shaman's wisdom when confronted with conflicts of massive proportions. Lakata took a cautious step inside, it was her first time asking for guidance. "Do not be frightened my dear, I am here to help not harm", the old woman spoke with multiple voices all put together in unison. The tent was filled with the scent of burning incense even though there was none to be found. Lakata sat down in front of the shaman and watched her for a moment curiously, the elder never opened her eyes. "Give me your hands, my child", the shaman spoke once more with the ancient voices of the past while extending her hands to Lakata. Lakata complied only to be engulfed in a secure sense of overwhelming calmness, followed by a hushed silence. "So Lakata", the elder began, "I know of your problem but can not aid you in this task, I am forbidden to release insight on the matter of love. Just follow your heart". The elder released her hands and bade her good fortune. Lakata was a little disappointed that the shaman could not help her but those were matters you did no meddle with and above all you never question the shaman. Lakata headed for her home tent to find her younger brother Lakoto sleeping by the far wall, nude except for a simple loincloth for modesty. He was snoring softly, obviously in a deep sleep. He was not very young compared to her, but still had an innocence of childhood remaining in him. He had medium length hair that shimmered like his sisters but had some facial hair sprouting about his chin. He looked a lot like his sister indeed, even his eyes were a match to hers. They probably could switch places if they wished if not for Lakoto's horns that curved and bent out of the sides of his head. Lakata kicked him playfully waking him from his peace. "Lakata, what is it, I have already done my chores for the day, and it's so hot, just let me rest", he grumbled tiresomely. "Arnok offered me the necklace", Lakata said quietly as she sat down on a mat on the floor opposite her brother. Immediately Lakoto was awake, "What did you say!?", Lakoto was one for talk. He just could not help himself from obtaining information. "No, of course", Lakata said irritably as she laid down on her respective mat. Lakoto sighed, "I don't think that was a wise move there sis. Arnok is known for his ruthlessness and temper... I just don't want to see anything bad happen to you... You are all I have left in this life", Lakoto sounded very mournful at the moment. "Nothing is going to happen silly", Lakata assured him, trying to improve his mood, "besides, you would be there to protect me if anything went awry". They both laughed, the two of them always joked each other about their dreams, Lakata was hoping to be taken away by a knight in shining armor and Lakoto was dreaming of becoming a knight himself. The two of them chatted pleasantly for several hours until the sun dipped behind the highest peak of the canyon. That was normally how the children knew when to sleep. Lakata and Lakoto were both of the age to do as the pleased so normally they would stay awake and watch some of the older Tauren dance about a mighty fire chanting an honor to the ancestors. The two of them however had got into the habit of watching the stars appear all over the sky. They sat behind the shaman's tent quietly and watched the dance of the celestial constellations. This night however something bizarre was going to happen. As the two sat there, their feet dangling off the edge of the cliff, they began to hear voices. They were the voices of the shaman. She was talking to herself. "And now has come the era of the end of our ways, changes are coming to the canyon and we can do nothing to aid our people for what is to come", the shaman paused for a sobbing gasp of breath before continuing, "maybe it would be best if we forewarned them, told them to change our ways, to follow their hearts, and to aim for their dreams". All the while the two Songwinds sat quietly eavesdropping on the conversations of the elders past. They then could not here what was being said as dark clouds began to blanket the sky, releasing large amounts of rain for the canyon. They could only pick out some select words like Lakata, Lakoto, kidnap, and elf. By this time the two Songwinds were scared beyond belief and totally drenched, they got up and ran to their tent, shutting the makeshift leather door behind them tightly. "What do you think the shaman was talking about", Lakoto asked curiously, he began taking off his shirt to revel a nice furry somewhat muscled chest. "I have no idea Lakoto, probably just bantering on to themselves, this should not concern us", Lakata answered while slipping out of her turquoise robe leaving her in nothing but a brown overshirt and underwear. "If it should not concern us why did they say our names", Lakoto pointed out, slipping off his pants leaving him in his loincloth. He laid down on his mat, preparing for a good nights sleep. "I don't know", Lakata pondered as she too laid down and went to sleep. All through the night a steady patter of rain prevailed over the canyon, aiding the Tauren in their dreams. Lakoto dreamt something awful though, something was going to happen to his sister tomorrow. He could feel it in his bones... * * *
Here it is chapter one of my new series, I like it a lot so far, what do you all think? Comments wanted!