Post by Grokus on Sept 30, 2006 7:15:35 GMT -5
Grokus sits once again in his spot above the bank in Orgrimmar, He breathes in, in a half sigh, he knows what he must do, but he never had a easy time removing his armor, most nights after his battles has ended he fell asleep in them, now he would remove them for her.
He moves slowly to a place out of sight of the mass of hordlings, and removes each piece of his battle armor, placing it neatly into one of his bags. Taking the most care to remove his tabard, folding it as if it was as delicate as an infant. Leaving his pants and boots on, he walks to the pools outside the war quarters, and submerges his face and hands, loosening his braided beard only long enough to clean it; he also begins wiping away, the ash that had found its way into his hair and on his face. Satisfied he stands, not worrying for his hands; it had been long since the ashes has turned his fingers and palms a dark shade of black, a colour he knew would not relent, no matter what strength he used to rid himself of it.
It is then he finds his finely embroidered purple silk shirt, he slides it on hoping the queer feeling it leaves on his skin would pass. Grokus then walks to the closest monument to She who burns, and gives her a last chance to deter what he had in store. He stands as close as he can, hoping to not attract need for more cleaning. He asks it simply “Show me your will” adding in his head “Or mine will be done”, immediately cursing his blasphemy, hoping it would not change the still of the crackling logs…No vision comes and he has his answer, Grokus heads to the bank to retrieve the ring, then sprints with all his might to the top of Wind rider tower, and nervously hands Doras the wind rider master, the coin owed to travel to Shadow Prey Village.
Most of the flight is spent in thankful prayer. Grokus feels as if he was watching from above as he got off the wind rider and walked toward to party. His throat feels dry, but words flow from him without thinking. “Ah, just the troll I have been looking for, Zura my love, will you walk with me?” He asks.
“Of course” Zura replies, obviously happy to see Grokus.
Grokus, as deftly as he can, grasped Zurasha’s hand softly walking in loving silence. Once they get to the beach front and see the sunset, Zura smiles and says, “Oh! The sunset is beautiful”
“Aye, and on days such as these it just makes you seem much more beautiful.” Grokus says much as he had when he had asked for the walk. He then slowly steals a look at Zura; hoping he has pleased her. Zurasha stares ahead and smirks shyly as she turns from her lovely colour of blue to a purple-red.
“Thank you” Zurasha says after a pause “You look dashing yourself. I am so glad you could make it”
Grokus smiles, he has always felt this way around her, as if he could do or say nothing wrong, so he speaks up again “Days such as these, make it so I know, no one will ever compare. She who burns herself in troll form would not hold a candle to you.” Grokus silently winces, knowing he would need extra acts of contrition tonight.
“We fit together, Grokus” Zura says, seeing Grokus thinking “In so many ways…hic” she added, obviously a little inebriated.
Grokus then nervously sighs and breathes in, “That is why we need to talk…”
Grokus stares ahead for a moment, hoping to keep his composure then turns to Zurasha. “Zura” he then kneels in front of Zurasha, and hands her [The Queen’s Jewel]. Zurasha taking in what is happening gasps. After a short time of looking into her eyes, Grokus finally asks the question, “Will you be my wife?”
Zura starts to smile and cry at the same time, making Grokus nervous and dizzy, knowing tears to mean nothing but sadness, feeling it would be “No”, time stopped as he prepared himself, as he was about to stand and walk away, she blurted out, “Of course I will!” confused Grokus stands and immediately receives Zura in his arms, Kissing her with all his might.
Holding that moment for as long as he could, finally pulling away when he needed to tell her, “You have brought much more light into my life, more than I thought possible my dear, I love you.”
“This is so perfect, I love you!” Zurasha squealed in delight “We have so many adventures ahead of us together!” Zurasha then turns her voice to a low whisper, to ask a question, “Shall we tell our friends, or keep it to ourselves for a while?”
Grokus has no time to think before Zurasha is under his arm gently fiddling with his beard. Grokus can feel his heart fill with pride, as it starts bumping harder then it ever had. “If it would make you happy to share, it would be a great joy for I.” Grokus says, hoping it was the right answer. He watched as her smile became wider.
Zurasha then takes Grokus’ hand and leads him back to the party, with a spring in her step she adds, “Your family, and our group of friends, are my family now”
“And yours, mine” Grokus says proudly, as they finally came back to “The Brides” party.
He moves slowly to a place out of sight of the mass of hordlings, and removes each piece of his battle armor, placing it neatly into one of his bags. Taking the most care to remove his tabard, folding it as if it was as delicate as an infant. Leaving his pants and boots on, he walks to the pools outside the war quarters, and submerges his face and hands, loosening his braided beard only long enough to clean it; he also begins wiping away, the ash that had found its way into his hair and on his face. Satisfied he stands, not worrying for his hands; it had been long since the ashes has turned his fingers and palms a dark shade of black, a colour he knew would not relent, no matter what strength he used to rid himself of it.
It is then he finds his finely embroidered purple silk shirt, he slides it on hoping the queer feeling it leaves on his skin would pass. Grokus then walks to the closest monument to She who burns, and gives her a last chance to deter what he had in store. He stands as close as he can, hoping to not attract need for more cleaning. He asks it simply “Show me your will” adding in his head “Or mine will be done”, immediately cursing his blasphemy, hoping it would not change the still of the crackling logs…No vision comes and he has his answer, Grokus heads to the bank to retrieve the ring, then sprints with all his might to the top of Wind rider tower, and nervously hands Doras the wind rider master, the coin owed to travel to Shadow Prey Village.
Most of the flight is spent in thankful prayer. Grokus feels as if he was watching from above as he got off the wind rider and walked toward to party. His throat feels dry, but words flow from him without thinking. “Ah, just the troll I have been looking for, Zura my love, will you walk with me?” He asks.
“Of course” Zura replies, obviously happy to see Grokus.
Grokus, as deftly as he can, grasped Zurasha’s hand softly walking in loving silence. Once they get to the beach front and see the sunset, Zura smiles and says, “Oh! The sunset is beautiful”
“Aye, and on days such as these it just makes you seem much more beautiful.” Grokus says much as he had when he had asked for the walk. He then slowly steals a look at Zura; hoping he has pleased her. Zurasha stares ahead and smirks shyly as she turns from her lovely colour of blue to a purple-red.
“Thank you” Zurasha says after a pause “You look dashing yourself. I am so glad you could make it”
Grokus smiles, he has always felt this way around her, as if he could do or say nothing wrong, so he speaks up again “Days such as these, make it so I know, no one will ever compare. She who burns herself in troll form would not hold a candle to you.” Grokus silently winces, knowing he would need extra acts of contrition tonight.
“We fit together, Grokus” Zura says, seeing Grokus thinking “In so many ways…hic” she added, obviously a little inebriated.
Grokus then nervously sighs and breathes in, “That is why we need to talk…”
Grokus stares ahead for a moment, hoping to keep his composure then turns to Zurasha. “Zura” he then kneels in front of Zurasha, and hands her [The Queen’s Jewel]. Zurasha taking in what is happening gasps. After a short time of looking into her eyes, Grokus finally asks the question, “Will you be my wife?”
Zura starts to smile and cry at the same time, making Grokus nervous and dizzy, knowing tears to mean nothing but sadness, feeling it would be “No”, time stopped as he prepared himself, as he was about to stand and walk away, she blurted out, “Of course I will!” confused Grokus stands and immediately receives Zura in his arms, Kissing her with all his might.
Holding that moment for as long as he could, finally pulling away when he needed to tell her, “You have brought much more light into my life, more than I thought possible my dear, I love you.”
“This is so perfect, I love you!” Zurasha squealed in delight “We have so many adventures ahead of us together!” Zurasha then turns her voice to a low whisper, to ask a question, “Shall we tell our friends, or keep it to ourselves for a while?”
Grokus has no time to think before Zurasha is under his arm gently fiddling with his beard. Grokus can feel his heart fill with pride, as it starts bumping harder then it ever had. “If it would make you happy to share, it would be a great joy for I.” Grokus says, hoping it was the right answer. He watched as her smile became wider.
Zurasha then takes Grokus’ hand and leads him back to the party, with a spring in her step she adds, “Your family, and our group of friends, are my family now”
“And yours, mine” Grokus says proudly, as they finally came back to “The Brides” party.
