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It was a beautiful day in Silvermoon City, as usual, and Fyusha was checking through her pack for the umpteenth time, making sure she had everything she needed for the trip she was about to take. She'd been tasked with providing the city with updated maps of the Eastern Kingdoms, since they'd still not been updated since the Cataclysm had ravaged the world. Loving travelling and the outdoors as much as she did, not to mention the decent pay she'd receive, she snatched up the job quite happily. Her meticulous checking was interrupted, however, by some commotion nearby.

"I told you I'm here on a mission of peace, our lady wishes to have an ambassador of the High Elves present in Silvermoon." The ranger glanced over to see a high elf being 'escorted' towards the front gate by a rather intimidating-looking guard. The high elf was notably short, and rather slimly built, dressed in a white and light-blue robe, and while pleading his case, did little to physically resist, his long, lustrous blonde hair being ruffled by the man-handling.

"And I'm telling you, our people don't trust the likes of the Quel'dorei, we've had to deal with plenty of spies, this could very well be part of an assassination attempt on our Regent Lord," he scowled at the much smaller male.

While Fyusha held an... uneasiness about High Elves, he seemed genuine, and she felt some urge to try and help, "Excuse me, but who is this man?," she inquired, the guard halting in his tracks.

"Ah, Lady Silverwing, it's a pleasure, this man says he's been sent by Vereesa herself to act as an ambassador of their kind, I frankly don't believe a word, and even if I did, I doubt Lor'themar would be too happy having him around," as he spoke to her his gaze fell to her quite unique form. Like most elven women , Fyusha was gifted with a nicely-slender frame, though she was quite tall for her kin; she also had long, golden-blonde hair currently up in a ponytail. Most obviously though was her chest which was quite frankly gigantic, many, -many- times larger than the typical elf, and likely larger than even tauren women in that area! The guardsman smirked lewdly and looked her in the eyes once again as she replied.

"He seems to be telling the truth though... how about this, have him escort me on my task to charter the Eastern Kingdoms, it'll be nice to have the company, and taking such a large time commitment to help out the city should prove well enough that he's genuine," she smiled warmly as she gave the proposal, the guard considering this for a moment before pushing the high elf toward her, who straightened himself up, fixed up his foxtail and took the opportunity to get a good look at his 'rescuer', a deep blush crossing his face as he did. Being at chest height too her, it was rather difficult to not stare at the woman's expansive bosom, barely contained in the rather scant mail armour she was equipped with, though he did his best look at her face, it wasn't proper to ogle after all.

"Sounds reasonable enough, I trust you can handle yourself, but still, be careful incase he tries anything," and after giving the quel'dorei a particularly venomous look, and taking a short moment to stare once again at Fyusha's oversized bust, he left, a wide grin on his lips.

The male took a step back and gave a gracious bow, "My most sincerest thanks for giving me this chance, milady, my name is Helios Whitebreeze, it's a pleasure".

Fyusha was slightly taken about by just how polite the man was, but gave a nod back, "It's nice to meetcha, my name's Fyusha, and it's no problem, I didn't think it was fair that you'd just be thrown out, even given your heritage".

"Still, not a lot of your kind would have done such a thing, and I thank you for that; now, I'd like to get going and prove my worth as soon as possible, I still have plenty of supplies from my journey here, so I'm all set," he found his gaze occasionally falling to Fyusha's massive rack, but did his best not to stare for too long, though it was hard not to marvel as such a great size. Elven women were usually much more modest in that area, and it was rather... exciting to see one with such endowments. He shook his head at such thoughts though, trying to calm the stirring under his robes.

"Well that works out well, I've got everything I should need, so if that's that, let's get going," she beamed and hoisted her large backpack over her shoulder, heading off toward the Shepherd's Gate, Helios quite surprised that she managed that large pack without much trouble, it would seem she was a fair bit stronger than her slim frame would imply.

After discussing things with the guards stationed at the gates, the two were soon out of the city and walking down the small bridge that lead out into Eversong Woods, a lush, verdant forest stretching south. Fyusha happily hummed a tune as she stared straight ahead, keeping an eye out incase any of the local wildlife attacked, though it was very rare they ever did. Helios though was having a tough time keeping his eyes anywhere but his companion's mammoth chest. Being the height he was next to the tall elven woman was already taking it's toll so early, with her simply-mountainous breasts bouncing teasingly only inches from his face. He tried repeatedly to look away, but the sight was just so alluring, and the quickly-growing tent in his robes was evidence enough that he was falling for this woman, fel, he'd fallen for her the first time he saw her, who couldn't after they set their eyes on such expansive plains?

"So, Helios, what do you think of our lands? I suppose it's been quite some time since your people called it home too," Fyusha asked, smiling brightly down at the short quel'dorei, who quickly forced himself to look ahead in a poor attempt to hide his deep blush.

"I've always loved Quel'thalas, it is truly a shame that our people's differences mean it is barred off from us, but seeing it now, even knowing it will be so briefly, is wondrous for me," he managed a warm smile himself, peering about at the stunning landscape, before looking back to Fyusha, wishing he hadn't as those monumental tits filled his eyeline once again, the cool breeze that was blowing through the gentle wood had caused the elf's massive nipples to swell and harden, Helios was unintentionally salivating as he stared at those huge, thick teats that somehow managed to tent the links of her chainmail by their size.

Fyusha though, none-the-wiser, continued the conversation as they strode through the verdant forest, passing the odd dragonhawk and lynx, and other creatures that inhabited the wood, "Maybe one day our races'll find peace. Who knows, we might even be the first step towards that," she smiled brightly, but chuckled softly at the slight absurdity of the thought. Helios' face just darkened more as that chuckle spurred those considerable expanses to jostle heavily in that armour that feebly attempted to contain them. As the quel'dorei tried to turn his attention elsewhere, he could see that many of the creatures they passed also seemed to have their gazes locked firmly onto those glorious globes as they teasingly moved about, Helios not so surprised at the lynxes, but even the treants looked to be helplessly ogling his companions ludicrous curves.

The pair continued their journey, soon reaching the inner reaches of the forest. Thankfully the Farstriders had long set up a small base of operations here, which also doubled as a rest-station for travellers. As the duo approached the grand-looking structure, Fyusha piped up, "The Farstriders know these forests better than anyone, maybe we could ask them to lend us one or two of 'em so they can escort us to the southern border, we'd likely make better time than if we went by ourselves," she gave a reassuring smile to Helios, who nodded in return.

"A sound idea Miss Silverwing," he smiled back, Fyusha leading the way into the large elven building, the pair immediately met by two male sin'dorei, dressed similarly to guards.

"Halt! What business does a high elf have here?," they made sure to word 'high elf' with particular disdain.

Fyusha just bowed her head politely before speaking, "My name's Fyusha Silverwing, this is Helios Whitebreeze, he's aiding me as I map out the Eastern Kingdoms for our people, he means no harm and only wants to help our people. We seek to speak to whoever's in charge here, if it's not too much of a problem."

The two guardmen narrowed their eyes at Helios for a moment, before turning their attention to Fyusha, their expressions softening immediately as they nodded and gestured for her to follow.

"But of course Miss Silverwing, right this way," Fyusha followed after them, Helios awkwardly shadowing the trio, not quite comfortable with the glares he was receiving from almost every blood elf they passed.

A short walk later and soon Fyusha and Helios were standing before an impressively-tall and herculean-built sin'dorei in very typical ranger garb. The guardsmen bowed to him, introducing the travellers before returning to their posts by the entrance. The large man glowered at the high elf, but put on a dashing smile for Fyusha, "I am Ranger-General Bloodfeather, it is a pleasure my lady," he gave a sweeping bow, not only for formalities, but also to bring his face closer to those captivating mounds, his smile devolving into a rather lewd smirk for but a second before returning. "If me or my men can assist you at all this fine day, you need only ask," he ran a hand through his long, well-kept auburn hair.

Helios furrowed his brow, knowing all too well why the man was being so overly-friendly to them, and exactly what was on his mind. Fyusha though was oblivious, and merely replied, "That's very kind of you, as a matter of fact we were hoping you'd be able to lend us one or two of your rangers to help us get to the southern border, it's much safer and we were hoping we'd make better time with experts on our side."

The much larger blood elf nodded firmly, "It would be my honour to assist such a fine young woman, infact, I insist on escorting you personally, my men are able but a woman such as yourself deserves only the best," he assumed a more 'manly' pose, hands on his hips, but in a way that his obscenely-massive biceps bulging against his chainmail was all-the-more-visible, the links looking ready to snap. Helios rolled his eyes, not believing a Ranger-General would stoop to such laughable actions to try and woo a lady. He glanced over to Fyusha, his expression falling as he saw a light blush on her cheeks, was she actually falling for this man's antics?

"Oh that'd be really appreciated, thank you Ranger-General Bloodfeather."

The titanic elf raised a massive hand to her and shook his head, "Please, just call me Raek," he offered, before bringing himself back up to his full height, so the sight of his gargantuan pectorals filled Fyusha's eyeline, the general even bouncing them a few times for her, so she could watch his armour fight to contain the goliath muscles.

Her face reddened more, but she soon regained her composure and nodded, "All right, Raek, my name's Fyusha and this is Helios. If it's alright with you, I'd rather we leave sooner than later."

The ranger nodded, walking over to a huge backpack resting against a nearby wall, lifting it was ease and slinking it over a shoulder, "I should have everything I need right in here, so I can leave whenever you wish, Fyusha," Helios shivered as Raek stressed his companion's name, the word practically dripping with lust. The companion-in-question just bowed her head politely and turned on her heel, leading the way back towards the Retreat's entrance.

"If we leave right away, we should be able to make it to the southern border by nightfall," she beamed as the trio passed the two guardsmen, who both watched after the elven maiden with rather noticeable blushes across their faces.

Back out in the lush woods of her people, Fyusha gave up her lead to Raek, who proudly strode in front of the other two, looking to their sides every now and then. He knew full-well that nothing in these woods would dare attempt to attack them with him leading the way, but he wanted to appear just that much more heroic for his new, mammothly-busty friend, the goliath sin'dorei occasionally sneaking glances back at Fyusha, and her tantalisingly-titanic breasts which swayed side to side with each step she took.

Helios just grumbled to himself, not appreciating the other man's conduct in the slightest, he only hoped they reached the edge of the forest soon, so that they could see the last of him, and he could once again be travelling with Fyusha in peace.

"It isn't often I get the pleasure of meeting such a ravishing woman, if you don't mind me saying, Fyusha. My regiment of Farstriders are all-male, so it is certainly a treat that when I do lay eyes on one of the fairer sex, it's one as radiant as you," he looked over his shoulder back to the woman, a playful smirk on his lips.

"You really are too kind, Raek, I'm hardly anything special, really, but thanks nonetheless," her gaze fell to his armour-clad physique, even with chainmail covering almost all of it, every thick ridge and bulge of muscle was easily-identifiable through it. As she reached his large, well-muscled backside, she quickly looked away, a fierce redness now on her face, along with the hint of a smirk, Helios sighing softly to himself when he noticed this.

After a few more hours of trekking, the sun was low in the sky and the already-cool temperature of the forest had dropped quite a bit. The gentle woodland they had been journeying through was opening out and becoming sparser, a sure indication that they were reaching the outskirts of Eversong.

"Well, we should only be a few minutes away from the crossing to the Ghostlands now," Raek explained, "With how late in the day it is now though, and with that corrupted land being even more dangerous when night falls, I suggest we set up camp for the night, and finish the trip in the morning." Helios' heart sunk, he had hoped they would just have sent him on his way after a few hours of walking, the thought of that man sleeping near Fyusha irked him to no end, and so he spoke up.

"I'm not sure that will be necessary actually, we wouldn't want to keep you from your duties, and I'm sure we'll be perfectly safe travelling the rest of the way ourselves tomorrow," he gave his fellow cartographer a hopeful smile, only to see an unsure look on her face, before Raek replied.

"Oh nonsense, my duties include ensuring the safety of my people, I wouldn't be acting as a true Farstrider if I left one of my own in such a position," his dashing smile returned to his lips, Fyusha nodding to Helios.

"I'm sure the men back at the Retreat can cope without their general for -one- night, and it would be silly -not- to accept help from one so... able-bodied," she smiled up at the titanic sin'dorei, who grinned back down to her.

"Then it's settled, we'll set up camp here. I've brought a tent large enough for you and I to share, Fyusha, I insist on watching over you while you rest," he patted his oversized backpack and Fyusha clapped her hands together excitedly. Helios just stared dejectedly at the floor, before pulling his own pack off his shoulder to fish out his tent.

After everything was set up, the quel'dorei priest was slumped back in his rather meagre tent, staring at it's roof, his mind in a constant state of worry, just what was that brute planning? Would he try and pull anything with Fyusha in his tent? Would he wait until she was asleep and... . His long ears twitched as he tried to listen to what was happening in them much larger tent next-door. As he listened, he could hear the quiet murmuring of the two speaking, but couldn't quite make out any particular words. He concentrated harder, now making out the sounds of fabric rustling and armour clunking to the floor. His eyes widened as he thought the worst, Helios clambering out of his tent and barging right into the other two's, ready to quell any lewd actions of the ranger-general. What he saw though caused his face to darken to a similar shade to that of a tomato. Fyusha had discarded her chainmail and was now wearing a rather short, dark-pink nightie, though it was the fact that it was semi-transparent that caused his embarrassment, her scarlet bra and panties reasonably-visible underneath, along with her smooth, supple and generously-bountiful body.

"Heh, someone scared of sleeping alone?" Raek snickered after saying that, bringing a glare from the weedy high elf, followed by a slight expression of distress as he laid eyes on the astoundingly-muscular sin'dorei. Raek too had changed out of his mail gear, now sporting only a pair of dark-red briefs embroidered with the golden crest of Silvermoon City, though due to the sheer size of what the stud appeared to be packing, the crest was warped and distorted, stretched obscenely by the larger male's gargantuan manparts. He quickly averted his gaze from both of them, clearing his throat.

"I ehm... thought I heard something... u-untoward," the high elf's ears drooped slightly as he began to reverse back out of the tent, quick to apologise, "S-Sorry for barging in!" and with that he darted back to his own tent as quickly as before, hurrying back under his sheets and inwardly kicking himself for being so stupid. He really needed to stop being so paranoid, while Raek certainly had a touch of pervertedness about him, that didn't mean he would actually try anything physical with Fyusha. He worried about how all this made him look to her, she probably thought him too overly-protective, especially with regards to a man she seemed to like well enough. Indeed, even to him it seemed that Raek genuinely did just want to help the two of them through the woods. Granted he seemed to enjoy the company of Fyusha a little too much, but for a man who rarely gets to see women, that was only understandable.

The high elf decided he'd try and calm down slightly, not assume every other other man had ulterior motives with his companion, and to cut Raek in particular more slack. Slightly more at ease now, the quel'dorei lay back in his bed and was soon off to sleep.

The slumbering priest's ears would twitch slightly, enough to cause the rather weedy man to be roused from his sleep. Peering around, it was almost pitch black, clearly a few hours had passed since his mini-fiasco earlier. He wondered what had caused him to awaken, but was soon answered by the sound of movement coming from nearby. Concentrating more on it, he could tell it was coming from the other tent, and it sounded similar to the sounds before, slight murmuring and cloth rustling. A pang of uneasiness rose in the elf's chest once more at it, but he was adamant that it was nothing serious, and he wasn't about to have a repeat of earlier again. He laid back down, pulling the sheets over his head and willed himself to get back to sleep.

Pretty soon though the distinct sound of a low moan would carry through the air, and Helios was immediately sat bolt-upright again, an expression of panic over his face. While he was willing to give Raek more of a chance, that sound wasn't something to trust, and he was soon clambering out of his tent once again and silently creeping toward to other. If he was going to do this again, he was going do it right, quietly assess the situation and only act if it was needed. He could see a faint light coming from the other pair's tent, strange considering what time it was. Making sure to be as silent as he could, he peered inside through the gap between the flaps, his eyes shooting open wide at what he saw.

Inside the tent, sitting back on her bedsheets was Fyusha, not too unusual in itself, but what had Helios shocked was the fact she was completely naked! Not a scrap of clothing on her smooth, supple frame, and naturally the high elf's gaze would fall from her radiant face to those utterly-tremendous breasts of hers, looking even more gigantic now. The obscenely-sized mountains were perfectly-smooth and each topped with a huge, thick nipple, and with easily enough cleavage between them to smuggle a goblin. Helios knew he shouldn't be staring, but such a marvel of nature was impossible -not- to gawk at, and the tent in his own robes attested to that. His gaze would eventually trail lower, though unfortunately for him, with the way she was sitting, her leg obscured what was sure to be an equally-as-enticing spectacle.

"Mmmh, you're even more ravishing out of your armour than I'd have guessed."

Helios paled as he heard the deep, rough voice of Raek, and was suddenly reminded of who else shared that tent. Walking in from the side was the immensely-built ranger, wearing just as little his tent-mate. Standing hugely-tall and built with muscles that would rival an orc's, the high elf couldn't help but notice he was gifted just as generously in all departments. Well, it was impossible -not- to notice because of his sheer size, Raek's manhood looked to be only semi-hard and already at the behemoth length of three solid feet, joined with balls big enough to knock out a dwarf. The thick shaft throbbed as the hunk stared over Fyusha, his eyes settling on those vast plains of hers, and he'd soon bend down, straddling the woman who groaned softly in response.

"Mmmh, as are you, elves of your size are truly a rarity," Fyusha gazed over his hulking musculature, but naturally was soon transfixed on his slowly-swelling meat which Raek made sure to rest against the woman's crotch and stomach, much of it resting against her titanic tits. He began to rock his hips, rubbing that enormous pillar against her, Fyusha gasping out sharply as she felt it's sheer girth repeatedly grind back and forth over her delicate womanhood.

"In all my time I've never gazed upon breasts as magnificent as these. Even the largest of tauren women paled in size to -these-," Raek was already panting as he brought his huge hands to Fyusha's enormous mounds, grabbing them roughly and giving them a firm squeeze, causing both elves to moan out. Even with his massive mitts, the maiden's mountains were far more than a handful, and it was clear the ranger-captain loved it, sinking his thick fingers into the soft flesh, still grinding his mighty oak against her as it steadily expanded bigger and thicker.

"Ooooh, well, they're all yours'," Fyusha moaned out as she reached down, encircling what she could of Raek's monster cock with both hands, and beginning to pump it's base, the stud murring deeply as it rewarded her with torrents of thick precum, blasting out and oozing down over her colossal jugs. The titan of an elf was soon tracing his thick fingertips in circles around Fyusha's nipples, before grabbing them tightly and tugging on them in turn, revelling as the woman trembled in delight from it, though this just helped stretch Raek's patience thinner, and so he busied himself by raising one of her immense breasts and silencing himself on one of her huge teats, stuffing it into his mouth and suckling on it harshly, Fyusha just arching her back and crying out.

It was only then that Helios actually managed to shake himself partially from his trance, painfully hard in his robes and biting his bottom lip to suppress any sounds of pleasure caused by watching such a scene unfold. He didn't know what to do, he knew he should just go in there and stop them, but how could he hope to stop such a massive man, especially in the throes of something so carnal. Was stopping it even the right thing to do? It seemed Fyusha was thoroughly enjoying herself, and she was free to make her own choices, even ones the high elf would vehemently object to. What he did know was that simply watching was thoroughly unacceptable, not only was it a severe invasion of their privacy, but it was extremely lewd to boot. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for him though, it was simply just far too hot to tear his eyes from, and while he hated himself for it, he just continued to silently watch.

Raek would soon pull off, catching his breath as he grabbed the base of his immense pillar of meat, it now fully hard, he pulled it back and guided the massive head between the elf's legs, at Fyusha's dripping-wet slit.

"Ready for the main event?" he huskily asked her, before jamming it against her, the woman moaning out as her juices mixed with Raek's preseed, lubing up that beast perfectly, and making it slightly easier for the hefty slab of meat to force it's way inside her, stretching Fyusha widely with it's sheer girth and wasting no time in burying itself deeper and deeper between her legs.

"Hope I'm not too -big- for you, miss," Raek grinned dumbly as he plumbed her depths, soon reaching parts of her no other man had before.

"Mmh, I still can't believe just how... just how well-equipped you are. Ooooh it's just so -gigantic-!" she groaned out, her slim frame shuddering in ecstasy, being filled far more than she could have ever dreamt, but hungry to feel even more of it inside her.

"Nngh, that's just how big a -real man- is," the stud raised an arm, flexing his enormous bicep as a show of strength, it ballooning out massively as he did so, and only sending Fyusha to even greater heights of pleasure.

"Still, I'm rather impatient to get to the best part, how about I just..." he took a deep breath, his muscles bulging out obscenely as he used his immense strength to thrust every last inch of his titanic shaft deep into Fyusha, hilted his monster inside her, "... There we go."

The buxom blonde cried out, panting frantically as she was impaled on that thing. She could feel it throb inside her, could feel every rope of precum empty out into her. But as soon as it entered, she could feel it pulling out, soon only the huge head left inside her, before Raek slammed the entire thing back inside once more, doing this again and again. He had no intention of starting slow, already he was ploughing her at breakneck speed, pounding away at her warm, tight womanhood with every ounce of his immense strength. Fyusha had never felt anything like it, she'd been with skilled men before, but the sheer size and power that Raek was gifted with put him in a whole level above them, pure bliss filling her entire being as she screamed out.

By now Helios had slipped a hand under his robes, first idly toying with himself, but watching that man bring such a ravishing woman to such heights of pleasure was too much, and he was now desperately pumping at his cock, a bead of drool actually leaving his lips as he ogled. He knew he was be so, so ashamed of himself later, but his own arousal pushed any amount of shame he may have felt out of his mind completely. All he could do was watch Fyusha get mindlessly fucked by such a perfect example of masculinity. As a firm breast-man though, whether he liked to admit it or not, he focused primarily on the elf's simply-astounding bust, as it quaked from the fierce love-making. Every now and then though, he'd find his attention being drawn away from Fyusha's mountainous rack, away from her smooth, perfect skin, away from her face contorted with such delight, and found himself... dare he say it, admiring Raek. Those muscles with their hulking mass must have taken decades to build. Though his eyes would ultimately fall to the man's large, densely-muscled backside, and those enormous, hairy nuts of his that shook heavily in time with his thrusts. It was as if every part of him was oozing with testosterone, manly to the max and absolutely massive. Essentially a contrast to Fyusha's hyper-femininity in certain areas.

He'd be snapped out of it yet again as he heard their moans growing louder, could see their bodies shaking with the ecstasy flowing through them, and after a brief check, could -certainly- see Raek's balls tightening, a clear signal of the impending dual-climax he was about to see. He quickened his own jerking, hopelessly-close to relief himself. The very air itself was charged with sexual energy, the heavy aroma of sex filling the high elf's nostrils. Closer, closer, harder, faster, this was it, this was it!

"Nnnnngh!"

Helios opened his eyes wide, and was surprised to see that everything was dark. He was even more surprised to find that he was laying down on his back. He peered about, feeling around to find sheets draped over him.

"Huh? Bedsheets?" It was then that he realised. It had all been a dream. That entire heavenly display but a figment of his imagination.

He felt around lower, his brow furrowing as he felt something warm and sticky in his robes. Sighing heavily, he pulled his sheets off himself and crawled out of his tent. With his eyes getting used to the darkness, and with the help of what moonlight managed to eek in from between the trees, he briefly glanced toward the other tent, finding it dark, and with the unmistakable sound of heavy snoring coming from it. It really -had- all been a dream. The priest got to his feet and made his way to the nearby lake, stripping down and climbing inside, getting to work cleaning himself up.

Just why had he dreamt such a thing like that? It had been quite some time since he'd had anything resembling a wet dream during his adolescence, and with Fyusha of all people, someone he'd only just met. And with -Raek- of all people, someone who he despised! It was all -very- improper. He wanted to just brush it off as a random, uncontrolled, stupid thing, probably caused by his non-existent sex life. What irked him especially about it though, was just how vivid it was. A dream usually had a slightly unreal air to it, it was usually difficult to concentrate, it usually flowed badly and one would usually forget most of it upon waking up. But not only was it exceptionally clear, not only did it feel as if it actually happened, but he could remember it in it's entirety. The sight of such a gorgeous woman in the throes of something so passionate, so unrestrained. He tried to push such impure thoughts away but they kept coming back, as did the image of Raek and his more-than-impressive man-parts. Why had -that- image stuck with him? And why did he seem to be unusually transfixed on -him- as well as her during the dream, Helios knew full-well that he was firmly straight, and he -certainly- wouldn't have such thoughts about a man like -Raek- of all people! Still, the thought of just how clear it was was in the forefront of his mind. It certainly didn't seem like a normal dream.

Just at that moment, he heard something in bushes across the lake. The sound of something very large moving about. Helios tried to focus on it's source, but could only just about see some faint movement between the trees, the sounds soon dying down. Whatever it was seemed to have gone.

Helios wasn't all too used to sleeping out in the wilds, it was usually something he tried his best to avoid, mainly for this reason. While he knew that Eversong wasn't home to anything -too- dangerous, with their close proximity to the Scourge-infested Ghostlands, well, needless to say the priest's nerves were getting the better of him. He grabbed his clothes, dunking the cum-stained part of them under the water a few times before quickly climbing out, shaking himself slightly drier, dressing himself in his boxers and heading -straight- back to his tent. Pretty soon he was in his bed once more, feeling somewhat safer, and after a while, would be fast asleep again.

The sound of movement would once again rouse Helios from his sleep, but as he opened his eyes, he was relieved to see it was light outside. The high elf had seldom had such an awkward night's sleep, so he was happy it was finally morning. He slipped back into his robes, now dry and relatively clean, and fixed his hair into his usual foxtail, before leaving his tent. He smiled warmly as he laid eyes on his serene travelling companion Fyusha. His thoughts briefly returned to his sordid dream last night, but he managed to push such thoughts away before a blush crossed his cheeks.

"Good morning," he called out to her, the woman beaming back as she packed some of their things away.

"Morning, did you have a good night?" she asked the man, trying to cram a mug into her backpack.

"It was... interesting. I'm not too used to sleeping out in the wilderness, but it has it's charms," he answered.

"Good good, I absolutely loved it, though I do spend a great deal of time travelling so I'm used to it," she shrugged, before gesturing to a small bowl near the remains of their campfire, "I made you some grub, it... might be a little cold, Raek was supposed to wake you a while ago."

It was then that Helios felt a heavy whack against his back, the priest nearly toppling forwards as he quickly turned, glaring as he saw the aforementioned man grinning down at him, though his 'pat on the back' had felt more like an attack.

"Yeah, sorry about that, you just looked so peaceful, like some slumbering princess from those fairy tales, gyahaha," he chuckled deeply as he set down a set of freshly-washed bowls and cutlery before Fyusha, before getting to work dismantling the tents.

Helios just shot him a particularly scornful look, walking over and grabbing his meal, which consisted of what looked like some boiled vegetables and assorted meat. He quickly gobbled it down, last night's events having gotten him rather hungry, and after everything was cleaned and packed away, the three of them were off on their journey again.

Sure enough, after only a few minutes of walking, they were finally out of the forest, the trio finding themselves on a river bank, the land on its far side a stark contrast to the lush, verdant woods that Eversong was famed for. The land itself looked black and dead, and the few bushes and trees they could see seemed devoid of life.

"The Ghostlands," Fyusha looked slightly perturbed for a moment, before shrugging it off and quickly returning to her usual chipper self, "I've still never gotten used to it, and I must have travelled through it at least a dozen times."

"Don't think you can ever get used to a land like -that-," Raek remarked, before he headed over to a bridge further downstream. The bridge actually looked in good nick, clearly well-maintained despite the state of misery and death the land beyond it seemed to be in. The two others quickly followed behind.

As they stepped onto it, Raek abruptly gave a sweeping bow, and like last time he seemed to be bringing his face just a little too close to Fyusha's bountiful bosom for Helios' liking, "Well I suppose this is where I take my leave. Travelling with you has been an absolute pleasure Miss Fyusha, but I'm afraid I can't be away from my men for a day longer, they're useless without me," he smirked playfully, "Are you sure I can't offer you another of my men as a bodyguard while you travel The Ghostlands? They can be a dangerous place after all."

"That's quite alright Raek, you've done more than enough already, and I'm far more capable in combat than I might look," she nodded firmly, raising her crossbow.

"Oh I'm sure you are, and who knows, perhaps the little guy can throw a spell or two, guys in dresses tend to be the type," he chuckled again, giving a cheeky look toward the high elf who naturally glared back. "Well, be seeing you, and feel free to visit me at the Retreat anytime, your company would be -very- welcome," he winked before giving the pair a salute, turning and journeying back into the woods, leaving Fyusha and Helios alone once again.

The priest gave a deep sigh of relief, glad to finally be free of the ranger-captain; perhaps now he could travel with Fyusha in peace. He smiled up at his companion, who returned the sentiment, both elves crossing the bridge and entering their second zone, The Ghostlands.