<span style="font-size: 12px"><div style="text-align: center"><b>THE BLACK BARON PRESENTS</b>: <br/>
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<i>“Ruhzelil and the Talisman of Tanaris”</i>​</div></span><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>"A closed ERP"<br/>
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<i><div style="text-align: center">Part 1 of this roleplay can be found here:<br/>
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</i>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">---​</div><br/>At the very least, twenty sets of eyes glared disbelieving towards the duo, most of them even concentrating on the massive, towering Worgen approaching the dangerously alluring draenei, one massive, board-thumping step at a time.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“I'll be honest, luv' – you took me flatly by surprise with all your tricksy shenanigan's..”</b></span></i><br/><br/>The wolven monstrosity made swift work of the content of his filched mug and set it aside, sinister animal eyes roaming across Ruhzelil brasenly.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“Really now?”</b></span></i>he responded at her statement concerning the bed.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“If tha's the case, color me curious: In fact, seein' that you're so confident, here's a suggestion:”</b></span></i><br/><br/>His mind babbled on incessantly without the faintest attempt to read it – and boy, did it present some vivid pictures; she saw a lusty version of herself wrapping her soft lips around his mantool with a burning desire smeared on her expression alongside streaks of his pearly white pre-cum, her mighty mounds pressed firmly around his twitching cock; she saw herself imagined on all fours, getting rammed something awfully.. and so on and so forth.<br/><br/>Then again, it didn't really demand a mind-reader to ascertain just what went through his one-track mind; all you had to do is to give his face an earnest look-over.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“How about I pay you the appropiate 'mount of gold roight here and now for a lil' teasin' suckle of my tool? The lads are all jumpy that you'll eviscerate me, so maybe a visual gesture of “diplomacy” can convince me good friends that you're not evil as Arthas himself?” </b></span></i><br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>“And, if ye' actually hold up to those high hopes, I say we take the battle to bed after your lil' “customer demonstration” an' see if you can't render me poor by nightfall? How'ssat sound, luv?”</b></span></i>- The last “luv” came almost like a snarl, his toothy grin spreading with his shameless suggestion.<br/><br/>Drusul stood at arms-length to her by now, mighty thumbs hooked in his belt. She could feel his radiant body heat even at this distance, not to mention the ease of which she noticed the slight distension in his britches. He was “armed” and armed well, no doubt about it.<br/><br/>The sharp, snorting inhale that crossed his snout shouted “animal” louder than anything – Drusul was a Worgen that instilled doubt in people whether capable of constructing coherent, spoken phrases or whether he'd just snarl his way to understanding.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>