Elizabeth was lost in endless darkness...trying to search for a light that just wasn't around. She thought she was dead at first...is this was death was like? Existing without really existing? Seeing without really seeing? Living without really living? It was...it was...so horrible! Death was certainly not as peaceful as she thought it would be...it was mortifying...how could she be able to deal with this?<br/><br/>Then, she started hearing voices around her. She thought that she was just hearing things...that her mind was already about to be broken by madness. And then...she felt it...contact...actual physical contact...and it felt...great! And, with much, much relief, she realized that she wasn't dead...only asleep. And now was the time to wake up.<br/><br/>As the Elf was raising her head off of the Worgen's chest, Elizabeth started coughing heavy. When the fit was over, her body shivered from the coldness that was still there from the ice trap. Teeth chattering together, she started to slowly rise into a sitting position, shaking like a leaf on a flimsy branch as she tried to move and warm up. She then opened her eyes...her eyes were as blue as the ice she was trapped in.<br/><br/>Her fur was still wet from the ice trap and she tried to shake off, unintentionally flinging water all over the tent. Warming up a little bit more due to the fire and shaking off the water, she began to look around to figure out where she was. Inside a tent, she hoped that was a plus...Though, it looked oddly like that tent that...<br/><br/>Her eyes found the two women, two<i>naked</i>women, and then thanked that she had fur to hide her blush. Though, with a glance at her own naked body, she blushed even brighter and jumped,"Wh-what!?"<br/><br/>She spoke in almost perfect Common, the Gilneas accent very obvious,"What in tha blazes! Where in the bloody Hell am I?"<br/><br/>She looked around a bit more and her heart sank, she was in the tent she was about to rip apart to help the two women out. She could smell the druidism aura hanging around the two...Druids had a distinct smell about them due to their magic power over nature...so did shamans with their magic power over the elements. Though, her blue glowing eyes fell onto the Night Elf...Night Elves, too, had the scent of nature over them...but a Night Elf druid? It was just the most heavenly scent one could ever imagine.<br/><br/>Thinking that she had spent too much time day dreaming over the smell of the Elf, she snapped too as she looked to the Troll...they didn't really have a good scent about them, but at least the druid nature scent masked it a bit. She sighed as she raised her claws to hide her face in shame and shook her head, so much of a rescue. She just kept muttering that she was sorry over and over again...that was all she said for that moment...that she was just so sorry that she couldn't help them escape.<br/><br/>**************************************<br/><br/>Jack waited through the agonizingly long moment after that short and simple kiss...wondering what was about to happen from it. When he was almost confident that he had just made a mistake, he felt both of her hands escape his and came to his cheeks. Before he knew what would happen next, the bartender already pulled him into a kiss and was parting his lips for him as her tongue dived into his mouth.<br/><br/>Suddenly liking this new change of pace, his hands slid down the sides of her body softly until they reached her hips, where they gently gripped. She closed his eye was he returned the kiss softly and leaned against Lydia, pushing her gently into the wall. And this kiss, felt like it had went on for years before he had broken it. But, instead of saying something, he cocked his head to the side as his lips passed her cheeks and went further...<br/><br/>Then, his lips were on her neck, kissing it with a passion unlike his character...though, everything about this Elf was mysterious, who knows how he really his? Maybe he, himself, didn't know who he was. Regardless, it seemed that he was interested in appeasing to this woman's desires for tonight.<br/><br/>After the neck kissing was done, he brought his head back up to brush his lips against hers before breaking it to rest his forehead against hers and softly looked into her eye with his. His voice was deep, but low...as if he was trying to regain his breath from what just happened,"So...Still not gonna let me see yer room?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>