WoW Darkmoon Happy Endings chapter 2

“Ah, good you’re up,” said Wimond as Aroal descended the stairs of one of the inns in Stormwind. Aroal let out a sigh. He had wanted to get up before his brother did but, as it turns out, he had failed in his quest. Seeing no way out, Aroal walked over to his brothers table and sat down. Seeing food on the table, Aroal reached out for some but his hand was slapped away by his brother.

“Hey, what was that for?” demanded Aroal as he shot his older brother a nasty glare.

“We are not to eat yet,” said the older paladin. “We must fast before heading to the Cathedral of Light. Until we are done there we must only drink water.”

“Why are we heading there?” To his surprise Wimond said nothing at first. He just gave his little brother a smile that said ‘it’s for the best’. And whatever that was, Aroal knew he didn’t want to be a part of it.

“Well, there are several reasons that I don’t have time to mention at this moment,” said Wimond as he took a sip of his water.

“Well I have plans for today,” said Aroal as he tried to grab some food again, only to have his hand swatted away.

“No you don’t,” said Wimond as he eyed his younger brother.

“Yes I do,” said Aroal as he quickly searched his mind for any possible excuse he could use. Only one came to mind and it was a long shot. But he had to try. “I’m meeting up with Master Don Omar. I told you yesterday after we returned from Darkmoon, remember?”

Wimond crossed his arms. He didn’t remember much from yesterday due to the ale. But he did know Don Omar. Earlier in the year, when Aroal was still in his early days as a hunter, Wimond had come along to ‘assist’ in his brothers training. However, Don Omar apparently didn’t like it how Wimond kept ‘correcting’ the master and trying to tell his brother what he was doing wrong. Even when Don Omar himself said it was perfect. Then, halfway through the training session, Don Omar shot an arrow at Wimond and told him that he ever showed his high and mighty face on his training grounds again the next arrow wouldn’t miss. The message was clear and ever since then Wimond had never returned, staying out of Old Town completely.

“I will have to send a message to that man,” said Wimond with a sigh of defeat. “From now on I want any more training sessions to be approved by me, understand?”

“Control freak,” muttered someone else sitting at the table. Wimond got up, fist raised to pound whoever said that. What happened next, Aroal had no idea for he had a break for it before his brother could change his mind.

Once he was out of the Inn, Aroal’s first stop was to check in with the trainer just in case the man had any missions for him. However, Don Omar was out to the Faire which sounded like a good idea to the young hunter. He wanted to try his luck again with the Draenei girl or finish what he started with Kluhina.

As he made his way to the portal leading to the Darkmoon Faire, Aroal began to think more about his time with Kluhina. The experience itself had been…amazing. He would never have lusted over an Orc before, but he found that he was. Maybe it was because they didn’t get to finish what they started. Or perhaps it was because it was so taboo that most humans wouldn’t even consider it. It was the forbidden fruit that he had tasted and now wanted more. But whatever the reason was, Aroal was entranced by Kluhina.

It was a good twenty minutes later till he was back in the waiting room of the Darkmoon Spa. This time he was alone for a good five minutes before the female Gnome entered. She looked at Aroal for a moment and then smiled.

“Ah yes,” she said in a cheerful tone. “I remember you. Yesterday right?”

“That’s right,” said Aroal with a nod.

“Well you’re in luck because I have several beauties for you to choose from.” She then turned her head towards the hallway she had come from and called out for the girls. Aroal raised an eyebrow, not ecstatic about the choices. The first girl that came out was a Dwarf woman with white hair with a lot of wrinkles and liver spots. Next was a Forsaken woman who was missing most of her flesh. Lastly there was a bold headed Goblin that when she smiled he could see that she was missing several teeth. If this was luck, then he was in hell!

He was about to ask if he could wait awhile for someone else when the forth girl walked in. She was a Worgen with a silver grey coat and a white face mask that reminded him of a husky. Her long black hair, he noticed, had several braids along its sides. She had that perfect hourglass figure that none of the other women had. Her dress was much like the others, a two piece, which was red.