This is a story based of WoW (World of Warcraft).
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It was one of those days as I awoken that morning. A young but aspiring druid such as myself had little to do about nothing on days like today. I had everything I could want or need. A backpack full of supplies, food and the such should I need to go on one of my adventures. A trusty feline mount, no I had never thought of screwing my pet come now. I know there are some that think just because I shift to a cat as a druid, I'd get horny and use my pet for something more then swift transportation. Those were the sort of things that made me want to have my Death Knight best friend use them for a bitch I swear by Elune.
However the wayward thoughts of a young druid really should learn to fixate upon one thing at a time other then paltry annoyances. On this day it seemed like it was going to be slow so as I went about gathering information about some on going events around Dalaran, I listened in to some of the more boisterous males standing around a fountain as they started preaching they wanted to make a little run. They wanted to decimate the leaders of the Horde. Naturally, normally I was wary of such events as they often lead to the need for lots of bandages, a body cast or two and someone going home in a body bag.
This morning however was a different story, I felt the roar in my blood as just that morning I'd gotten a bit of mail. My sister had died a few days ago, having been raped by a tauren and troll both just outside of Rachet. Now I wasn't a blood thirsty sort of person but this action had set in motion a wanting for vengeance. The lull of blood lust and need for battle was tugging on my male pride that my sister had died, trying to do what these men were talking about.
For the Alliance! Oh yes, what I wanted to do now was for the good of the alliance. I wanted to feel the surge of adrenaline as I charged into battle. To slash my claws across the face of Thrall and show him who was boss. I longed to put blood hoof on his knees and cry for mercy for what his foul underling had done to my sister, Amatra. My thoughts were rather angry this morning which was a bad thing, the Arch Druid warned about letting the not letting fury cloud the mind. But hell, I'm a healthy young male druid, I should be able to do this just this once.
Raising my hand, I called across the crowded square, "Yo! I'll join up on this raid. I want to show those horde a thing or two. " Naturally the leader looked me over and smirked faintly. "Dramorion, since when do you want to make a run on killing anyone?" So of course it had to go to banter, that's my name by the way. My name is Dramorion, I'm a Night Elf that grew up in the Oracle Glade. "Dirty Horde killed my sister." That was reason enough and I knew it, the man's face lightened up immediately. "Yay! Let's kill the Horde, For the Alliance!"
That was it, slowly the group started forming, orders given, positions organized. Where was I? I was well what I was normally doing, tending the sick. I'm a healer normally although this morning I had a wanting to use those defensive spells for something more then pretty fireworks. First stop was one that would change my life indefinitely. We were going to the fallen Prince's home city. The Ruins of Lorderoen, where the once powerful Menethil family ruled, now a new ruler held it within their grasp.
Undercity, the home of the once beautiful general of the Blood elves, was now the home of the Banshee Queen Sylvanas Windrunner. She was a beautiful woman in her prime, until that same Fallen Prince, made her his bitch and used her to nearly destroy the blood elves she was once a part of. Undead blood elves were well odd to say the least, especially her. Alright alright you'd think I had a bit of an obsession with her. What can I say, I researched my advasaries so as to ensure when I went into battle, I'd know what I was going up against. Today, my day would start out with seeing a bitch fall to the floor.
Weaving our way through the sewers and let me assure you they were a putrid place to be. We made our way finally past the Royal Apothecary, the area where their plague was being created that was killing our people left and right. And entered the Throne room of Undercity, before us along with the rest of her denziens stood the powerful Banshee Queen. A surge of remorse went through me as battle started to rage around me. My body transformed into that of a tree, hands raised casting a spell to keep my rather boisterous loud mouthed leader from falling to the Queen's powerful spells. Let's face it, the Fallen General of the Blood elves was screwed, outnumbered and vastly caught unawares.
One by one her compatriots fell to the might of our swords, bows and magical spells that rendered it soon, one on well many. Rape would be a good term for this, she was vastly screwed and there was not a damn thing she could do as she spell cast time again. A few men and women fell beside me, naturally this woman was a bitch and tricky and that's when the idea hit me. Perhaps it was time the bitch learned what it was like to be a bitch. For the Alliance, again the bloodlust hit me as I watched her battered form take hit after hit despite what she did.
I don't know what made me do what I did next, but something got ahold of me and that was it, I was a prisoner to my own darkest basest thoughts. A smile etched upon my lips as the woman fell to her knees. It was a beautiful position as out of no where I started doing this fast so as no one would see. The cheer went up that she was going down. The darklady of the horde was going down and if I had my way, more ways then one.
Swiftly I shifted from healing to something worse, my large body shifted to that of a boomkin, it was against my nature to do this but today...... Well that's another story in on itself as I cast a spell that entangled thick full vines about her body. Sort of like a demon's tentacles the look on her face as she was unable to run away was amusing and just brought a stirring throught my entire body. This bitch was going to learn the meaning of being raped and she'd learn on her own purloined throne.
A killing blow was coming for her head, which was when I acted, faster then a sword's stroke I cast a spell that well temporarily rendered her unconscious with not enough life left in her to fight. The cheer went up, the others thought she was dead. Good, this was my time and turn. Quickly a beautiful mage that I'd watched a few times created a portal that would open to Ratchet. Ugh, that wasn't somewhere I wanted to go right now. So I sort of hid behind a stone pillar as the rest of my ravaging and pillaging friends disappeared from sight.
