Name: Myaxx<br/>Age: ??<br/>Race: Draenei (Female)<br/>Class: Shaman<br/><br/>((I hope it's alright for me to join in, if it's not too late?))<br/><br/>Myaxx stepped off the tram from Ironforge, immediately letting out a stretch and a single little muttering of the term "Bollocks!". She'd taken a liking to it, and often proclaimed it any time she got the chance, which was any time one of her engineering devices exploded right in her face. Which was one of the reasons she was even in Stormwind. She had ordered a package of spare parts, but the bastard gnomes had refused to come deliver it. "Bollocks to them, having to to collect this bastarding thing and all that." she said to herself, slouching forwards as she walked.<br/><br/>Expecting the weather to be cold, the ebon skinned Draenei had worn a thick fur jacket and a skin tight pair of shorts, with little else other than furry boots to keep her hooves warm. A set of extravagent goggles were pressed to her forehead, the current use of course to see through the clothing of anyone she passed.<br/><br/>The experiments she performed to herself over the years had changed her body, her horns much longer than those of a normal Draenei, her facial tendrils and her tail almost three times longer than normal, the tail of which was currently wrapped around her right thigh. The sound of rutting caught her attention, Myaxx stopped and stared down an alleyway, watching as three well endowed male humans all took a -very- willing night elf girl in every hole they could find. "Strange... Haven't seen that before." the Draenei mused, before shrugging her shoulders and walking on.<br/><br/>Little did she know what deeds were transpiring, and strangely the scent emitted by the cherry blossoms had no affect on her, as she casually whistled a tune to herself, going towards the gnomish part of the Dwarven District.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>