Walking in through the front door letting the swinging wood clatter as it closed, the person who walked through the door was easily one of the largest worgen who any had ever laid eyes on. He stood slightly taller than some tuaren and clearly was not one to ignore his figure, the battleworn worgen was rippling with muscel and toned flesh he worn rather simple leathers with no obvious care put into them but his adornments were fine crafted iron with moderatly well cut jewls. Walking towards the bar, Fenris, the strapping worgen ordered himself a drink and took stalk of the crowd, sharp glinting eyes looking over anyone still in the common area. His gray fur at least somewhat kempt and put together the worgen sat at the bar with hia legs spread and casualy listened with his keen ears to the sounds of love making and orgasms throughout the building feeling a fire in his blood start to burn. Fenris looked at an elf and shook his head she clearly didnt meet his standards, he considered another elf but kept his eyes peeled, he planned on filling as many women as he could this evening but the first of such an excursion was always a meal one would have to pick with delicate care.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>