There was nothing but the sound of roaring sabers and growling bears, in the otherwise silent forests of darkshore. The moon set high and the sky clear, granting a clear view onto the stars hanging on the sky above. Amongst the trees and the beasts, sits a draenei and a night elf, snuggling close to a campfire which is meant to hold off aggressive animals and keep them warm. A peaceful night, in a world not torn by war and destruction, not anymore.<br/><br/>Since deathwings fall, peace has finally come. Or so people thought. Suddenly the peace is broken, and the heavy stomps of horse hooves hitting the ground is heard from afar. The horse's neigh broke the silence of the night. Forth from the bushes jumped a black, armored horse and ontop of it, a blood elf in a red armor. The shoulder of the armor has been melted onto his skin, and right blow his ribs an arrow has pierced and digged itself into his side.<br/><br/>With the little strength he had left, he stopped the horse only to roll off and land hard onto the ground. His breathing was fast, deep, his face was all sweaty and his long blonde hair set flat behind his head, shining in the light of the moon. He had many feminine feats about him, plush lips, a small nose and his eyelashes long and nicely put. His body on the other hand, was muscular, broad shoulders and the melted metal going from his right shoulder to his right chest, reveals the stone hard muscle of his chest.<br/><br/>He slowly turned his head towards the two females, he looked pathetic, his face covered in dirt, blood spilling from his side and the metal freezing onto his skin if not acting fast. He slowly drew his blade, only to try to push it towards the night elf and draenei, but without luck, but managed to push it far enough from himself, so that he could not reach it again, trying to show that he meant no harm, and he did not look like he could harm anyone right now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>