Rhasody had been on mainland Pandaria for what seemed like years even if it had been only a few months. The residents seemed cold to her, always stiff and proper and she was giving serious thought into packing up her kit and just going home. They professed to a love of ale and good food but she never saw any evidence of them throwing a good party. When she'd queried a local in a bar he’d said she should sign up to protect the wanderer's festival from tigers, that she’d see lots of excitement and parties there.
Wandering the woods north of the beach she'd been warned of an increase of tiger sightings, but so far she'd seen just about nothing. Oh there were turtles making their slow and peaceful way towards the beach, she could hear the sounds of some sort of set-up at the beach, but mostly it was the usual jungle sounds and a complete lack of tigers.
She sat down on a log and unwrapped a sticky bun. It was a nice day as things went, a complete lack of drizzle was something to do be appreciated. The sun was making shafts through the trees, the birds and insects were singing, and there was a scent she couldn't quite identify but was comforting. She was just about to take a bite of the bun when the jungle quietened and she could hear the conversation on the beach as a buzz instead of an obstructed noise. She very carefully tucked her lunch back into her belt pouch and picked up her bow. She slowly got to her feet, ears cocked and listened carefully.
It was more a shadow than a tiger, but it was definitely heading towards the easy turtle meals on the beach. While Rhasody was generally more than happy to let nature take its course, there were a lot of unarmed and unprepared people also on the beach. She drew her bow and waited for her shot. She had no interest in dealing with an injured and unhappy tiger, not to mention it was rather cruel to injure an animal when it was easily within your skill to give it a clean death.
Her forearm was starting to let her know how unhappy it was with her when she found her shot and was about to release the arrow when an Elf seemingly appeared out of nowhere to yell "STOP!" To say the purple, pointed eared, elf with strange face paint spoiled her shot would be an understatement.
The tiger growled, the arrow went wide and ricocheted off something in the underbrush and Rhasody swore.
"What the ..!! What do you think you're doing?" Rhasody said, shoving the elf aside and drawing another shot.
"I'm from DEHTA, Druids for the Ethical and Humane Treatment of Animals, and I refuse to let you harm that sweet, innocent, kitty!" The elf threw herself in front of Rhasody once more, arms wide.
"You're an idiot!" Rhasody said, then her eyes widened and she tried to grab the elf as the hunter dived to the side. Unfortunately, the elf dodged the grab and was right in the way when the tiger landed from its pounce. Rhasody winced, "Oh that's gonna make a mess." She supposed she should feel bad, but really, she just felt it was all rather just. She looked over and saw what her arrow had ricocheted off. "Oh, well, hell." She muttered and rolled to her feet.
She picked up the now bleeding turtle carefully and put him in the nook of her arm. She also looked down at the elf that the tiger was about to snack on. She sighed and put the turtle down as the tiger circled it's prey, trying to decide where to start eating. She grabbed an arrow as she grabbed her bow and as the tiger turned to see what the noise was, she released the arrow through the tiger's eye and into its brain. The tiger died quickly if not quietly.
Rhasody picked up the turtle once more and poked the elf with her foot. The elf groaned and Rhasody had a brief argument with her conscience before she picked up the idiot elf and slung her over her shoulder. She probably caused more injury, but there was only so much caring she had for beings that tried to take themselves out of the gene pool.
Maurata typically wandered Pandaria and helped with healing as was necessary. She was sure she would one day settle down and find a village to live in, but for now, her wandering feet took her all over. Today it took her to the Wander's Festival on Turtle Beach, where she expected to eat yummy foods and watch some spectacular fireworks. She certainly wasn't expecting to find a hunter come out of the jungle carrying a turtle and an elf.
"Healer!" The hunter called.
Maurata jumped to her feet and dashed over, "That'd be me!"
The hunter, who was looking rather kafrumpled handed her the turtle. "Can you heal him?" she didn't quite dump the elf on the ground.
"Er." Maurata looked between turtle, hunter, and elf. The turtle wasn't that badly injured while the elf looked like she could meet the ancestors at any moment. The hunter's rough treatment probably hadn't helped. "Can't you heal the turtle?" she said trying to hand it back.
"I have no bond or connection with it." The hunter grumbled, "And the idiot Elf got pounced on by a tiger she was trying to prevent me from shooting to protect people."
"That doesn't sound like a very good way to preserve one's life." Maurata agreed, calling upon the spirits of water to bless the turtle. They then moved onto the elf with very little direction, evaluating injuries and straightening broken bones, repairing internal injuries and closing claw wounds.
"Well, I'd heard elves were a bit fruit-nutty, but this one seems to take the cake," Rhasody observed the healer in action with admiration.
"Mm, now I want fruitcake," Maurata said, crouching down beside the elf.
Maurata was knocked on her tail when the elf shot up to start yelling about tiger murderers and the sanctity of the wilds and how if a tiger chooses its prey it should be allowed to eat said prey, even if that prey wasn't on it's naturally occurring diet. Rhasody was starting to reach for her bow. Really, how suicidal was this elf? Obviously, this was a matter for a master of zen and not a simple healer! With a request of the land spirits, there was a frog hopping around croaking angrily where the elf used to be.
Rhasody clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, that was wonderful!"
Maurata bowed, "Thank you, thank you."
"I'm Rhasody, by the way," Rhasody said happily. "Can I buy you lunch as a thank you? Mine seems to have gotten squished at some point in my adventures."
Maurata picked up the frog which was still croaking angrily and shoved her in a sack she'd been collecting plants in. "Why I'd love lunch!" Maurata said looking up at the slightly taller Pandaren through her eyelashes. "It's one of my favourite three meals of the day!" She picked up the rather confused turtle, after all, he'd had a busy day.
Rhasody snorted amusement and held out her arm for Maurata to hook her's through. "Any preference in vendors? I see only a few are set up though."
"Ohh, well, I saw Chin sent some of his famous peanut chicken skewers and how can a girl resist a good finger licking?" She batted her eyelashes at Rhasody as she said it and gave her best-winning smile.
Rhasody almost tripped over a non-existent rock. Maurata, quite proud of herself, smirked and stopped to put the turtle down by the water.
It didn't take long for the shaman to navigate Rhasody to a semi-sheltered spot on the beach where they could feed each other snacks and watch the people who came to watch the turtles go out to sea. Somehow Rhasody ended up with Maurata's head in her lap as the fireworks started to burst across the sky. The hunter was feeling a bit hunted and was rather enjoying the sensation. It seemed the shaman knew what she wanted and just went about getting it without pause.
It seemed all too soon that the fireworks had ended and people started packing up for the night. "Were you heading home?" Maurata asked, sitting up to sit close to Rhasody.
"Home is the wandering isle. I was thinking about heading back to the village though." Rhasody said, leaning in.
"I have a tent and camp. You could stay here and save yourself a very long walk." Maurata offered, moving a breath away from the hunter.
"That sounds very comfortable." Rhasody agreed, trying not to wince at the clumsiness of what she was saying and instead decided it was probably just easier to change the subject and press her lips to Maurata's.
The kiss was just starting to get interesting as Rhasody wrapped her arms around Maurata's torso and Maurata wrapped her arms around Rhasody's neck when Maurata suddenly broke off the kiss to look down. "What the?" she wrapped herself to pick up a turtle. "You again? Tsk. You should be in the sea with your friends."
The turtle just wiggled its flippers at her.
She sighed and rolled to her feet, "Looks like we're going down to the beach on our way to my tent."
"That's alright, I'll just enjoy the view. It seems particularly picturesque tonight!" Rhasody said, reaching over to stroke Maurata's tail. The tail twitched against her hand as Maurata twisted around to give Rhasody another long kiss. Maurata remembered the frog and tossed it into a pond on her way passed. She'd turn back into an elf eventually.
Rhasody had expected a pup tent with a couple of blankets, what she found herself in was a large dome filled with pillows and plush blankets with herbs and plants tucked in pockets around the edges. A cooking pot with utensils was quickly relocated to the side of the tent before Maurata turned back to the hunter, "Now, where we before turtle interuptus?"
Rhasody was happy to show her with a soft kiss that grew more enthusiastic as her hands slipped under Maurata's tunic to rub her back. Maurata stepped against Rhasody, rubbing against her. It didn't take long before Maurata broke away to pull Rhasody's chain haubergeon off over Rhasody's head. Rhasody's calloused fingers made quick work of Maurata's shirt as she nuzzled the shaman's neck and then nibbled on her ear.
It was a joint effort to go from standing to lying on the blankets, nestled amongst the pillows. Rhasody kissed her way down Maurata, stopping when she got to the buttons of Maurata's pants. Tugging the buttons open she helped Maurata wiggle out of them as she continued kissing and nibbling her way down. Planting kisses on either side of Maurata's thighs she wiggled between her legs to nibble and suck, her tongue flicking against Maurata's clit. The shaman squirmed under her and just as Rhasody was starting to add a finger to the situation, she was pushed off.
"Sorry!" Rhasody said, rolling over and away.
"No, not that!" Maurata said, tugging Rhasody back by her hand, "I was just thinking of better ways to do that." she started to tug off the scaled leather pants of the hunter and Rhasody stood and divested herself of them, adding them to the growing pile of clothing by the entrance of the tent.
Maurata tugged Rhasody back down and pushed her onto her back before turning around to whap Rhasody with her tail. She turned so her midsection was in Rhasody's face before putting her own face between Rhasody's thighs. "Better?" she asked as she put her own tongue to work on Rhasody's slit.
"Mmf!" was all Rhasody managed as she buried tongue into Maurata's folds, fingers finding their way inside her to stroke softly and then with more enthusiasm as Maurata emulated her.
It seemed only minutes before Maurata bucked against her in climax, the hunter soon following. They lay panting for several minutes before Rhasody squirmed around so she could snuggle Maurata against her. "Water and round two?"
It wasn't until morning they'd found the turtle had come back.
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