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Three Words: Hot. Druid. Sex. Updated November 6th, 2010 * * * Steve winged after Lenalia, trying to decide if he wanted to take on his own character name in this world. He really wasn't sure what kind of situation he was in, or whether he'd ever get home. Two females... a dragoness and a kitsune... both with the ability to squish him like a bug it seemed, but both tied to him now. Not that he didn't have his own capabilities here. Now that he was on his own powered flight, driven by his own wings, he took a little more time to enjoy the sensation. The world of Azeroth looked completely different from the world the servers portrayed. Kalimdor stretched out as far as he could see on the horizon, unobstructed by the haze that the game engine created. If he were still in the game, he would expect to be seeing other zones in the distance, but here the "zone" he was in stretched as far as he could see. The land had re-expanded to week-long treks across the Barrens to Durotar as opposed to the few-minute run a newb could make in the game. "This place is huge!" he tried to shout, but the wind ripped the words from his mouth. Lenalia barely heard him though and fell back from leading him, flying beside and slowing enough for the wind to not whistle by as swiftly. "It's huge!" he called again, and she nodded, her eyes twinkling, before diving toward the ground. He followed her and when she landed, she spoke, "Much bigger when the servers are down. Normally I only see this once a week. Makes travel a bit more of a chore though. Thankfully we have ways around that also. The servers all make artificial restrictions that really don't exist in the world normally. I was shocked to find out I could make portals too for example." He looked around, panting softly. "Where are we going? Why did you land?" She chuckled. "Besides the wind making it hard to talk, bugs in your mouth are definitely not fun. It's morning, so they'll be out now. And you looked like you need a break. This isn't the world of the server. You can't just fly or run forever without getting tired." He blinked as he realized she spoke the truth. He wasn't really too tired, but the long flight was starting to take a toll on his wings. "I suppose we have to eat and drink too?" She nodded. "It's a real world when the servers aren't here. Despite all the weirdness the game brings to it, when the servers are gone, people go about their normal lives. There are no respawns for creatures. There are no death runs for us either. Dying is for real. So don't do anything stupid," she told him with a serious look. He opened his mouth to agree with the not doing anything stupid when an aggravated hiss came through the nearby grass. Both birds spread their wings slightly as a cautious feline face poked through the grass nearby. Steve was about to take off, but Lanalia relaxed again. "He doesn't know what to make of us," she said quietly, watching the spotted cat closely. "But he shouldn't be dangerous. If you act like prey, he will attack, so stay calm. He's either been stuck in limbo while the server is around, or he's been killed who-knows-how-many times by various adventurers. Trust me, it sucks. Just because the server keeps you from dying for good doesn't mean it doesn't suck to die." The cat was sniffing at the air, his mouth opened as he tasted it also. He voiced a few more small hisses, uncertain about the two large birds in his territory, but still exceptionally curious. "He wouldn't be sticking around if we weren't druids," Lanalia told him. She considered for a moment. "Maybe if we were hunters. I don't know how that translates though. He can smell that we're different, which is why he's confused." Steve watched the cat curiously as well, and finally noted the tang of blood on the air. A closer look revealed a mangled paw on the feline. "He's also injured. That can't be good. Don't injured cats go for easier prey?" Without giving it a second thought, he willed a healing spell through his mind, directed at the feline. Under normal circumstances, in the game world, to cast the spell he would have changed back into his caster form and tossed his hand in the air or something equally dramatic with sparkly spell effects. In fact, in the game world, this cat would probably be "yellow" or "red" to him, meaning he couldn't heal it at all. Of course with the game's rules gone, neither of those things happened. No dramatic shape change, no sparkly spell effects, not even a lifted talon before the healing magic hit the feline. While there was a lack of special effects, the effect it had on the cat was dramatic. It wasn't beyond reason to believe that this wild cat had not ever been healed before. That fact combined with the soft, green glow around his paw and what must have felt really odd created its own interesting effect. The cat literally leaped off the ground, shaking his paw violently. He almost landed on his back, scrambling to shake his paw further before the tingle went away, leaving the appendage uninjured. Steve watched in amazement at the feline antics, unsure whether to be more astounded by the cat's reaction or by the fact that he just cast a spell from flight form without even a second thought. The cat was busily examining the paw now, as if it was something he hadn't seen before. Then he turned his attention to the two birds and almost barked at them. At least it was a very short set of feline sounds, not like he was stalking them, but rather trying to get their attention. "Did I just... heal him?" Steve asked, his feathers ruffling in his confusion. Lanalia didn't look completely unruffled herself. "Did you? It looks like you did. I've been here a while and I didn't know you could do that." She gave herself a shake to try to settle her feathers. "I guess a few hours a week isn't long enough to learn all the ins and outs of this place." The cat seemed frustrated that he couldn't get them to stop talking to each other and went from barking at them to louder vocalizations to the distance. This was met with an answering call from another feline nearby. "Is this a good thing or a bad thing?" Steve asked, worried, his head turning to the sound of the distant cat. Lanalia shrugged. "Hard to say. I -THINK- that most of the animals I have encountered have been smarter than they come across as. I don't know if that's because of the server or just because of the way the world works." The cat nearby had gone off in the direction of the other, leaving the two birds to watch the nearby tall grass warily, but soon he showed up again, backing in through the curtain of grass stems. He was followed by a female cat carrying a small kitten. She stopped when she saw the two huge avians, but the male made small noises at her to urge her on. Steve tilted his head curiously. "He brought his mate and family?" He lifted a talon briefly as if to wave before he realized the kitten was injured as well. Its leg was sheared clean off just above the elbow and the kitten was barely conscious, dangling from its mother's maw. Lanalia sucked in her breath with a small squeak. The male cat had to coax his mate the whole way, the mother obviously wanting to protect her kitten and possibly run away, but listening to her mate, if such could be said for the situation. As she got closer, Steve could see the injury was recent. He didn't care if it was possible or not, or just how weird the situation was, he promptly tossed a healing spell at the kitten. The mother cat got quite frazzled at the squirming her youngling did, but the spell had the intended effect, the recent injury first getting less-gory followed by the entire leg growing back in astoundingly short order. The kitten mewled and writhed as the spell did its work. It wasn't an instant thing and a floating number like it would be in the game and Steve was nearly sickened by the sight of the appendage before it grew fur on it. The small cat finally calmed down again, hanging submissively in its mother's grip, and the male - maybe father? - looked quite happy. He gave the youngster a lick before turning to face the two druids and bowing his head. "He does look quite smarter than your average cat," Steve murmured. Lanalia was simply ruffled again, but finally murmured an agreement. "I wonder," Steve said, then changed to feline form himself. Both of the cats took a step back and Lanalia looked at him. "Wonder what?" Steve blinked. "I dunno... Maybe I can speak cat in this form?" "See? Magicperson," the male cat murmured to his mate. Steve's eyes widened in shock. "I can! I heard him speak! Wait... Maybe I can only understand it?" Lanalia looked at him like he was insane, but she changed to feline form herself. The male cat watched this as well. "Two magicperson." Lanalia just about fell over. "Okay, that's weird. But I know we're talking normally. Didn't know we could understand other animals though." Steve shrugged. "No idea. I..." He frowned, his ear flicking to the side as he heard a rustle nearby. Both of the wild cats crouched, suddenly looking in the direction his ears had swivelled and laying their own ears back. There was the whistle of an arrow shaft in flight and Lanalia yelped as the deadly missile clipped her flank. Steve smelled blood again from the deep gouge it left in her flesh and for some reason, he also quite saw red. His senses gone into overdrive he was instantly aware of the shooter in the high grass nearby, the human knocking another arrow. He already knew game rules were out the door so it took absolutely no effort to bend his will into the roots beneath her feet. The ground below her erupted with the effort of his spell and all semblance of poise she previously had was gone as the woody tendrils wrapped around her body, pulling her promptly to the ground. Steve was also surprised that he had much more control over the roots outside the game world. No random damage, no "Holding your ankles" type spell here. The woman yelped as her bow snapped, showering her with splinters. Maybe the roots were also a little too tight, but Steve was also a little annoyed. In an instant, she was bound tightly to the ground. Steve turned his attention to Lanalia and tossed a heal at her to fix her flank while the two wild cats snarled and hissed, unsure of what to make of the entire situation. Steve finally turned his attention back to the human hunter, realizing that the roots were holding her too tightly, and also realizing that this wasn't a temporary spell. If he left it be, she would be stuck there and left to her own devices. He padded cautiously closer, then paused at the sound of a low canine growl. Her pet? It seemed to be. A quick hibernate spell dropped the wolf to the ground snoozing and Steve was left wondering if there was much he couldn't do. "We're liable to be targets if we're not careful," Lanalia murmured as she came close, keeping her voice low so as to not be overheard. "As players, we got spells and abilities that would be considered god-like by relation in the real world here. That doesn't make us the most powerful things out there. Onyxia could still bite our heads off if she wanted to and Thrall could hand our asses to us. But most of the normal folks are... Well, they'd be like levels two through twenty for the most part. If we go around causing problems, they'll team up to handle the problems and get rid of them I bet." "Gah, what the plains? Back! Get away from me!" The human woman was growing annoyed at the two wildcats, who had grown bold due to her disabled position. Steve approached closer and changed to his own human form. "What the hell were you doing shooting at us?" he demanded. The woman paused and craned her neck trying to look up at him. "Shooting at...? I was shooting at cats! Wait..." She tried to twist about in the roots as Steve tried to figure out how to keep the two wild cats off her. Or whether he wanted to. "You were the cat, weren't you?" Steve nodded. "Yes. The one you shot happens to be a friend of mine. These two are just recent acquaintances." "And the roots are yours too?" Steve nodded. "As opposed to shooting back. These probably hurt less." "You could've fooled me," the hunter muttered. "Don't tempt me," Steve grumbled. He frowned and spent a moment trying to figure out how best to get the roots off her and back into the ground. A few yelps of pain later and she was sitting up and rubbing her wrists and arms, looking up at him. "You... don't look like you're from around here..." she said slowly. Lanalia finally found the courage to change from her massive feline form to her own human form. "What of it?" The hunter shook her head. "It's like you're players... but the server is gone. That and you're not wearing that outrageous armor the players normally wear. Weirdest downtime I've seen. I just try to make a living by hunting pelts during downtime. I figure if the server ever leaves for good, I might have a reasonable cache and be able to be comfortable." She eyed the cats, both of whom were still watching her warily, the kitten behind its mother. "I'm not one to complain about your job, but you shot at us first," Steve observed. "I should've followed my gut," the woman muttered. "My bow probably wouldn't be broken if I had." She finally climbed to her feet, walking over to her dog. Maybe a wolf. She reached down and shook it awake. It promptly got up and growled, but a quick-barked command and the dog paused and sat obediently. "So, what's up with the weird getup?" Steve looked at Lanalia. She shrugged and stepped forward. "We were players. We ended up getting stuck here in person instead of just our toons put here by the server." The woman's eyes widened. "You're..." She looked worried. "There were rumors... The server got all messed up and it's not here now still. You've got to get somewhere, tell somebody right away! Or I need to. Gah... I'll tell them. Don't step in any of my traps!" She looked around frantically before grabbing her pet's collar and grabbing a small stone from a pouch. Steve was about to ask what was going on when the stone flashed and both woman and pet vanished in a puff of slightly acrid smoke. Steve frowned. "That was cryptic." The two cats had calmed down substantially when the hunter left. Both were making small noises at them. Steve changed back to cat form so he could try to understand them. Lanalia changed as well, not wanting to be left out. "...good magicpeople. Bad hurtperson gone. Safe now?" the male was saying. "Smell bad still. Metal. Hurt kitten. We move. Careful," his mate answered. Steve twitched an ear. "We can understand them, but I have no idea how to talk to them. I don't know even where to start." He wriggled his whiskers and tried making various noises, but to his own ears they were still only noises. The other two cats looked at him funny and Lanalia seemed ready to giggle. Steve sighed. "They speak simple words though. Definitely smarter than normal cats." "He makes funny noises," the male cat observed. "Get food, thank them?" "No get. No hunt here. Hurt metal. We move," his mate said firmly. The male cat looked sad. "Good magicpeople. How thank?" The female cat looked thoughtful. "Smell her. Give her good kitten?" Lanalia jerked her head back. "Oh hell no!" she said, crouching and hissing in reaction. Both cats looked surprised. "She know speak? They hear speak?" The male padded over to Steve, who was being less bristly. "Give neck lick? Accept me?" he asked, baring the back of his neck to the larger feline druid. Steve didn't know what to make of it, but he gave the feline a lick across the back of his neck. "Maybe do hear," the male observed. "Maybe know signal," the female said sagely. The male cat sighed. "Okay. I try." He turned his attention back to Steve. "You... get a grass." Steve shrugged and reached down to pluck a stem of grass in his lips. Both of the cats looked very surprised. "Very smart magicpeoples!" the male said. "Not good talk. Can hear talk. Only some smart." He smirked. "Yes. I not give kitten. You give her kitten. She smell wants. I know you know I thank." He rubbed against Steve and his mate did as well, though both of them avoided the annoyed-looking Lanalia. "We move," he told the female. "You carry kitten. Be careful." And with that they both promptly ignored the two druids and padded off, kitten dangling from its mother's maw, into the grass. *Is everything okay?* Steve almost jumped out of his skin. That was Cel in his head again. "Um... Yes. Can you hear me when I talk?" Lanalia looked at him curiously. "Er, Cel is talking in my head." *I can when you direct it at me or I'm directly paying attention to you. You should learn to think at me though. It'll confuse fewer people.*_Cel sent. _*I sensed some problems, and I was considering showing up, or pulling you back, but I don't want to keep you on too short a leash. You need to have some life of your own after all.* Steve gave an attempt at thinking at her. "Thank you. It wasn't a big problem. Just a small scare." *You should get away from the scares and get to some quality time with your friend. That's why we let you go off after all.* Steve promptly blushed, though it wasn't visible through his fur, and didn't say a word. *Oh, sorry!* But he could tell she wasn't. She was giggling and the Kitsune was obviously doing so as well. He could feel it. "You look real funny when they're talking to you," Lanalia observed. Steve blushed further, thankful for the fur. He tried to get un-sidetracked and padded over to the feline druidess, rubbing against her side. "I don't think I'd be giving you any kittens, but that idea was why we were flying out here, right?" He blinked. "Wait... I -wouldn't- give you kittens I hope..." She laughed. "No, silly. I found that out at least. Druids have built-in birth control in our shapeshifting. But it sounds like there are traps around here. Let's fly further and find a safe place. There's an oasis just past the hills ahead." He nodded, unable to ignore the fact that her scent betrayed her anticipation, but changed to bird form, which gave him instant relief from the effect the scent would have otherwise had on him. "Cel says she was considering showing up or pulling me out when the hunter attacked, but she left me be." He looked thoughtful. "Pulling me out would leave you here anyway and that would be no good." She nodded agreement and changed as well and they both took flight again. It was a relatively short flight to the oasis, a lush green stain on the otherwise bleak brown of the surroundings. Steve was already feeling better about his wings and as they lighted in a tree, scouting the area below, he wasn't nearly as tired as the first segment of the flight. The presence of numerous game animals tended to indicate the general safety of the place. Perhaps their feline forms would scare some away, or maybe the animals there would recognize them as not really being cats. A quick flap down to the ground and their change brought curious looks from the nearby creatures but no abject panic. They took a moment to stretch, Steve curling his claws into the damp soil and enjoying the feel of this for the first time. Everything up to now had been bumping from one panic to another. It was nice to be able to just focus on the fact that he was a druid cat. This was awesome! "I'll do everything I can to get us home," Lanalia said. "With your dragon and that fox lady and you and me, I'm sure we'll find a way. I'm still sorry I pulled us all into this mess." She hung her head dejectedly, but eep!'ed and jumped when he gave her a long lick beneath her tail. "No time for being sad," he purred. "We came here to have fun for real, instead of just pushing the X key and staring at a screen." She didn't need much coaxing and her own excitement was making quite a heady scent to build his own. "Okay... Yeah... Not just putting toons in position and typing," she panted. "The real thing." She giggled, causing him to pause for a moment. "It's funny, what we're about to do is the main reason I messed around with the spell to transfer us here to begin with. I hope it's good." He blushed again, under a lot of pressure now. "Well, if it's not as good as we'd like, I guess we can just keep trying until we get it right?" he said, trying to keep his bravado up. Pulling two real people into a game world for feral druid pouncings... Talk about performance anxiety. But hey, do what he could, right? He padded around her, giving her several licks as he went, his rough tongue grooming at her flank and finally beneath her tail, enticing it to lift further. Her scent was driving him bonkers and he was far too fully aware of his cock exposed below his belly. She dropped to her belly, purring deeply as she lifted her haunches. It took him a moment of consideration before he stepped over her, dizzy at the thought of what he was about to do. He could feel the heat of her body through the lush fur on her back. The deep rumble of her purr vibrated through his belly as he brought himself closer. The tantalizing touch of his flesh against her... The world flew into chaos. He felt himself tumbling through nothingness before a hard landing on his back. His lungs burned and he felt the air sucked from his mouth for a moment before a tingle went across him and he drew in a desperate breath. He looked around at the deep purple glow as he tried to scramble to his feet, the heat of the moment gone, replaced by fear and a need to lash out at whatever was happening. "LOOK OUT!" called a voice that was coming at him very quickly. He spun toward it just in time to see Lanalia pouncing at him, claws and teeth first. Her body was very clearly in the mode to kill him, but her eyes looked panicked. He barely twisted out of the way in time and avoided her grasp, but she landed and swiped at him, claws ripping deep gouges in his shoulder. He reached for magic to try to cast a healing spell on himself and promptly found none to be gained. His mind tried again, calling on roots, cyclone, any spell to keep her at bay, but he found nothing. In desperation, he tried changing forms and promptly found himself in his moonkin form. He stood in shock for a moment then squawked in pain as she leaped on his back and grabbed his neck in her jaws, her hindclaws raking down his back. Only his thick feathers and hide kept him somewhat intact. Still no spells, so in this form he would be a sitting boomchicken. A quick shift back to feline and he spun out of her grasp, kicking her off him. He could be in trouble though. She was feral combat in nature and he was normally a spellcaster. He was probably no match for her. "Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!" she screamed. "I can't control my own body!" She leaped at him again and he was borne back beneath her weight. He winced as he saw her teeth lunging for his throat. But the deadly bite didn't connect. His body was grasped by a force and thrown backward. based on her scream, she experienced a similar situation. His feet found ground again and he panted, blood seeping from his wounds as he stood locked in place. "There we are," a voice said. He couldn't see the speaker at all. "Now, this is very simple. My master feeds on pain and suffering. Which is why I want to make sure you both have plenty of it. Next, it turns out that the server got killed by your presence. Of course, you could both go back to your player world and then the server would recover. We can't have that, can we?" Steve strained against the energy holding him but he couldn't make any headway against it at all. His head was locked in place and whoever was speaking was to the side of both of them, if he was visible at all. "So we came up with a brilliant plan," the speaker continued. "Plenty of pain and suffering, and one of you gets to leave your corpse here. We lightly control her body. It -will- kill you if you don't kill it. But her mind is her own, so she can suffer through her attacks on you. Then of course we couldn't have any magic, so we're in the nether. The only magic here is the magic my master brings. Not even your fox woman or that odd dragon can bring magic here. Of course if they show up, they will simply find no air to breathe. And if you vanish on me, little druid, then your friend will stay behind and have no air to breathe because we'll just drop the shields we put on you." Steve felt his heart pounding in his ears. He was afraid. That part of their plan was working just fine. He was scared senseless. Either Lanalia was going to kill him, or he was going to have to kill her to keep her from killing him. If the bad guys got too bored, they could just suffocate them both. *That's it, I'm getting you out of there!* Cel sent. He felt more of a panic. "No! If you pull me out, he'll kill Lanalia! We can't get out of here without her." His mind worked furiously. He was a Doomkin, after all. Brains first, muscles not at all. "Can't leave you too much time to think on it, pretty kitties," the voice said, and suddenly the force released him. He stumbled and braced for attack, but she was held for just a moment longer than he. He needed a way to even the odds a little, draw this out so he could think. "Noooo!!" Lanalia screamed as the force holding her dropped her to her feet as well. Claws and fury she was after him again in a heartbeat. He turned tail and ran, changing to cheetah travel form to keep his distance, though he couldn't do this forever. Plus this form was much weaker. Wait... "Can you change forms?!" he shouted back over his shoulder at the murderous feline. Her eyes closed in concentration and with a poof she was suddenly a bear. His eyes widened as she put on a burst of speed and bowled him over in short order with a charge. "NONONO!! Change to travel form! And SMALLER if you can!" He winced at the massive paw coming down to club him and barely pulled his own bear form out of his frazzled mind before it struck, but the paw that struck was tiny. He blinked his eyes open and yelped in pain as a pint-sized cheetah began to go ballistic on him. If he did anything at all to her, he'd squish her, but she would definitely whittle him down to a death of a thousand tiny scratches at this rate. "Not that small," he gasped, panting and trying to keep the furious feline at bay. "Little more than half normal size, quick!" Her quick shift put her into a more-manageable size and with his own shift to feline form for superior agility, he was soon able to start getting a better grasp on the situation. His greater strength and size allowed him to get the scruff of her neck into his jaws and he forced her head down against the ground. His forelegs wrapped around her firmly as he pressed her down with his chest to keep her legs pinned and prevent her from twisting. He could bring this to a stalemate. But that would simply get them their last breath to break it. *You're running out of time,* Cel sent, worried. He held her body down with his, her hissing, spitting face and twisting form still trying to get to him to kill him. He really was running out of time. There had to be something substantial, or they'd both be gasping in the airless void. "I'm so sorry," she whimpered, barely audible. "I just wanted to have fun." He could tell. Even in this deadly circumstance, the odor of her desire still lingered. Then it hit him. "Will you submit to me?" he murmured out the corner of his mouth, twisting his body about to pin her more firmly against the ground. "I... will?" she said feebly, her voice broken. Her scent had not left him be. Despite his wounds, he had the wherewithal to find her heat and thrust into it, taking her body by force. She moaned. Her mind was still hers, and she appreciated this despite the fact that her body was being forced to try to kill him. Her body twisted and she freed a paw, trying to lash out at him, but he tightened his grip on her neck, drawing blood with his teeth. If performance anxiety was there before, it was exponentially more so now. He focused, pushing the gaping wounds on his body from his mind, pushing aside the fact that he was nearly strangling her himself to keep her held down as he forced his flesh into her. He had to focus on the feeling. This was like the opposite of trying to stay longer by thinking of baseball. He had to be faster. He had to think of what he could, to enjoy the moment despite the situation. Then it hit him. Hot. Druid. Cat. Sex. What he was afraid might be his last breath sucked in quickly through his nostrils as his body tightened and he thrust one last heavy push into her before he exploded deep inside. A tingle and rush that he had felt twice before went through him and even she screamed at the sensation. This time he was on the other end of it though. "Enough," was the only word he heard. His body suddenly burned as the shield that kept him breathing vanished, leaving him not a puff of air to breathe. The silence that met his ears was deafening as his blood began to suck from his body through his wounds. He could tell by the tensing of her body that she was left with no air either. Then he was in light. His eyes squinched shut as he gasped for breath, Cel and Tera swooping onto him protectively. He still couldn't catch his breath though. It was being sucked out of him through... He reached out with his mind and grabbed hold of Lanalia. With a tug, she was suddenly in his grasp again, her lungs filling with air. The pain in his own chest faded and he tensed, expecting her to attack him, but she was limp in his grip. He felt the sudden relief of healing energy washing over him, over and over. Tera was curled around him and Cel was hovering over him protectively, her wings partially spread in reaction. His wounds closed by healing spells that were not his own, he finally opened his eyes, blinking at the bright light after the darkness of the nether. His nose found first the pungent scent of his tryst with Lanalia. It then found the scent of... dozens... of other people. He shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears and finally managed to make sense of the shapes. Orcs, humans, trolls, tauren, elves of different varieties... He spotted dwarves, gnomes, foresaken, and many others as well. The whole room was immense, vaulted ceiling and luxurious furnishings and decorations pushing a distinctly royal theme. A huge orc that looked vaguely familiar stepped up, giving the group of them a measuring look. He turned his attention to the rest of the grouped creatures. "They appear to be safe. I believe we should give them some space to recover and catch their breaths." He turned to several of the humans nearby. "You have them all warded against another kidnapping?" One of the humans nodded. The orc nodded in return. "Then all of you make time for now. Somebody show them to a room. They must be exhausted." He turned his attention back to them. "There will be time for introductions when you have rested." He nodded and stepped back as several humans moved forward, trying to decide on how best to assist the two felines. They were promptly chased away by a protective dragoness and Kitsune, and so made due with showing the four to a large chamber. Steve made his way there paw in front of paw and barely dragged himself over to the large bed before collapsing on it. He was aware of Cel lifting Lanalia up beside him before curling around both of them. Tera took up a guard position literally floating above the bed, her multiple tails splayed out dramatically behind her. Steve twitched a whisker in thought as he began to fade to sleep. That orc looked an awful lot like Thrall, and this whole place resembled some of the design in Dalaran. Beyond that, he wasn't sure what to make of this whole set of recent events. He'd figure that out when he woke up. * * * Liked the story? [Click here to send the author a tip!](%5C)

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