Tellara was obviously startled when the heavy footfalls and whistling of the large troll druid making her heart pound hard on her chest and her stomach sink. As soon as Mora seperated them, the night elf druid was not at her side, but as far into the corner as her metal bindings would allow her. She practically hugged her knees to her chest before she could be seen in such a state, heavy with pleasure and lust on the moist earthen floor. She flicked her hair, brushed herself down, all the little details she tried to tend to. She was sure the hunter had known what they were doing, but to be resigned to it and lay panting before him was something she was not ready to do yet.<br/><br/>Tellara was suddenly overcome again with how wrong all of this was. She shouldn't be here, and she almost felt like crying again, but it was supressed in spite of her emotions. What was she to do though? With as little effort as it seemed he could muster, the troll had gotten them in chains before they were even aware of his existance, and it was something Tellara was overtly disturbed by. She wasn't sure what she would be able to do. Was there even a way out of this?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>