Story Segment -- Impossible Things
In a smooth place in clean grass, I visualized what I needed. I took off my clothes and set them neatly to one side. The breeze around me was chill; it helped me to cool my emotions. From one pouch, I poured corn meal into a secure circle around...
Prisoner of War
He knew to avoid the moonkin and nightstalkers, he knew what few striders here were oddly aggressive. the furbolgs? not a problem.
The Slip Into WoW - Three words: Hot. Druid. Sex.
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.
The Slip Into WoW
moonkin form just felt odd though. too much to wrap his mind around all at once, so he changed back to caster, unsure of whether or not to be disappointed that he remained human in form, not tauren. cel watched his changes with interest.
Tribal Diplomacy
The betrayers and moonkin?" the beast spoke, and with those words, inspired more dread and worry than any of those gathered had felt in a long time.