<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"><i>( this is an rp between me and Razzles, due to cluttering up our inboxes we decided to move it to public domain.. )</i><br/>
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She was fierce and one of the high leaders of the Dreanei, the exiles of her former planet. The naruu had chosen her to become one of the highest and most powerful priests of her people, and she has lead them trough many disasters before. But now, she was raging and bursting into the room of the Exodar council.<br/>
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"How Daree you assign me to this.. this.. abomination of an qeust!" She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving up and down in the thin layers of heavily enchanted embersilk. She felt the eyes of the council gaze upon her lushious chest instead of answering her question immediately. It made her explode of anger, one of the things she was definitely known of was the questioning of her choice to become a priest. Her temper always raised eyebrows if she hadn't be better off with a shield, a warrior with rage so unlimited when someone would gaze upon her ebonwood coloured body.<br/>
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She was dark, a deep dark purple that made her bright blue eyes stand out like moons in the dark nightsky. Her beauty was enhanced by the slimfitting robes in gorgeous colours, however she had decided to go for something dark and black today. She was pissed off, and the whole council knew it. But it was already decided, off all the people that could go and negotiate with the quel'dore, L'lara was the one that could stand her ground between those obnoxious, dangerous and powerful nobles. She wasn't powerhungry, and as pure as the light could be, so there was no temptation between the walls of Silvermoon to fall for. <br/>
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So it was said, so it be. She sat grumpy, with her arms crossed on her great Ellek, the towering walls of silvermoon ahead of her. There were no guards, only two very young dreanei priest apprentices that were her protection, nonetheless everybody agreed the young little whiteskinned beauties were more protected underneath L'lara's wings then the reverse.<br/>
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"They should be waiting in front of the gates.. If they look with one eye wrong at me.. I'll swear |I'll mindcontrol all of those feminine looking pixies so they can kill each other off.." Her voice was still angry, but she couldn't help what the council had decided. And she was an ambassador after all, it was only a matter of time when they would call upon her aid for a mission. And if the mission happened to be on the horde side, between the most hated race in her eyes, so be it.<br/>
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"Power hungry.. mana-addicts.. hmf" </span><br/><br/>The welcome party was small, and not very welcoming. The gaggle of elves - plus a sole, sullen looking orc tucked to one side - were eying the approaching elekks with equal measures of disdain and annoyance. They - like she - had no interest in the peace proceedings.<br/><br/>Most of the group were guards; elves in shining gold-and-red armour, with glaives at their backs and knives at their hips. These were soldiers, or perhaps members of some private household guard, tasked with making sure the Draenei made it to their new, temporary home without any trouble in the streets. They stood tall and proud with their eyes locked forwards.<br/><br/>Aside from those, there were two elves and an orc. The greenskin was assuredly there to protect the horde's interests - noone truly trusted the elves - and to ensure any deals struck were acceptable by thrall.<br/><br/>Then there was a female, more disinterested in than disapproving of the approaching group. Her eyes seemed keen to scan everywhere except the elekks and their cargo. The girl was tall, enviably slender and pretty... But her role was almost certain secondary to that of the final man paraded there.<br/><br/>Falithas was a tall, broad elf. Not simply by elven standards was he large; he was built almost as squarely as an orc, though his height lessened the effect. He wore robes but despite the showy outfit there were hints of a firm chest pushing at the fabric. Yet more striking was his presence; his eyes glowed fiercely and he stood with such pride and ferocity that his elvenness would be obvious even without the telltale green light of his eyes, or the tapering point of his pale skinned ears.<br/><br/>He growled something inaudible to the female assistant, making her giggle faintly, before squaring his jaw and stepping forward to act courteously. He didn't care to be polite enough to switch language, though, and he greeted them in Thalassian.<br/><br/>"Greetings, Ambassadors. Welcome to Silvermoon. On behalf of all the elves I hope we can reach an agreement in the coming weeks. I myself am Falithas, and I can speak for my people as you can for yours."<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">She let her eyes gaze over the group that was supposed to be welcoming her, grim-looking figures she was definetly not happy about seeing. The worst part of all, the bloodelf that seemed to be the one she had negotiate with was talking to her in his own language. The brutality and disrespect he had! She would have him though, although her Thalassian was far from perfect, she was perfectly understandable in her thick dreanei accent, one of the reasons she was chosen as well. She had mastered all the Azerothian tongues in the past decade she was living here.<br/>
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"Bloody elves.." She mumbled softly in Draenei. Nonetheless she gracefully floated off her Elekk using her levitating abilties and stood proud and tall before the rather small crowd of hordes.<br/>
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"Greetings zo you zo az vell, Valithas antz your embazzy. On behalve ov zhe Dreanei I hope ve can vind a zolution on zhe zhreath zhat iz currenzly deztroying zhis planet, our home. My name iz L'Lara zhe Exiled, holy priest anz leader of zhe Naruu army."<br/>
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Her body was slender, and the slimfitting dark robes were doing a great job in revealing all her luscious curves and perfectly pristine black purple skin. Her two assistants remained seated on the Elekks, nervous young recruits and their skin was as white as snow. A disturbing contrast to the brutal and confident attitude of the high priestess. She tried to smile gently, but there was no way the welcoming party could not have noticed the disgusted flickering in her eyes about the pride and ferocity of the bloodelf that was standing so close to her. How dare he talked to her in his own language? At least she had the courtesy to talk back, but he would soon find out she wasn't like the spineless bloodelf women he supposedly was used to. Damned powerhungry proud race..<br/>
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Stroking her black-gloved hands over the tight-fitting corset of her robes she looked back to the elf,<br/>
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"Zo vhaz is zhe virst zhing ve have zo do?" </span><br/><br/>"First... We will take you to where you will be staying." His eyes caught the attention of two of the guards, and flickered to the elekks; the men stepped forward to take the reins of each great lumbering beast, even the ones still mounted by the white priestesses. "My guards will escort you to my estate, for your safety. There are many in the city who would not have us meeting, and who would not hesitate to finish you." He quietly added that he himself had no interest in the meeting. Beyond, perhaps, getting to know what hid beneath her corset... The thought bought a smirk to his face, which he didn't even attempt to mask. The reason might be unclear, but the draenei had undoubtedly seen similar flashes of daydreamed desires filling peoples eyes before.<br/><br/>The troop turned and began returning to the great, grandiose entrance to the city proper. Only a handful of draenei had entered here ever and - though L'Lara couldn't know it - even fewer had been allowed to leave. It was quite magnificent architecture, everything was big, ornate and uniformly red or golden. The streets were evenly cobbled, and broad. Their small procession weaved through a throng of blood elves, the guards ensuring distance was kept and that the worst thing awaiting the draenei's were angry glares and occasional offensive yells.<br/><br/>Soon enough the orc fell to the back to grumble in silence, and the two elves sought out the black draenei, almost entirely ignoring her younger companions. At one point the male tried to strike up conversation - "Safe journey?" - Though it was obvious neither of them cared for the pleasantries.<br/><br/>"I suppose I ought to tell you about what's in store. Well, we have arranged three places for you and your companions to sleep. They are within my own house; it is a large estate with all that you ought to need. If you want to enter the city, best to send someone in your stead... I have told my guards and servants that you are not to be injured, but the rest of the populace.... well." There was a particularly crude threat from off to the right, that finished his sentence more finally than he possibly could have. "We will meet most nights to discuss the future of our peoples, and I believe several other notable elves have a desire to meet with you. How long do you plan to stay?"<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Az long az it iz needed accordzing to my zuperiors.." Her voice didn't leave anything to the imagination of the elf that she wasn't going to stay any longer then she needed to. She glanced back over her shoulder at the helplessly looking young ones she was carrying around with her. It seemed no one was about to harm her, but a simple glance upon the fruits and food the crowd was carrying she felt it was needed to protect them. A lazy wave with her hand, and two thick strong barriers of light were casted around the beautiful maidens, nonetheless she wasn't making any attempts to protect herself. The white dreanei looked more relaxed with the knowledge their priestess was still looking out for them, and layed back to look at the wonderful architecture of the great city of the elves.<br/>
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Something L'lara really appreciated as well, one of the few things she truly loved about Azeroth was the great difference in showing riches, but also the decades of building, and architecture was phenomenal... She arched her back and look up to the sky, her eyes darting over the most intricate details of the towering buildings they walked past.<br/>
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"I finz it very nize of zyou zhat you have opened your houze for uz. I zhank you dearly." Her voice was sweet, and drenched with the diplomatic way of speaking she ought to use out here in hostile areas, nonetheless she overdid it, missing the point of the gratefulness for the bloodelf.<br/>
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"Who would zhose Bloodelfs be? I waz informed zhat I would meet zhe mage-council and zhe paladincourt, but zhat was all the ..." She stopped an rotten apple in midair with her levitating abilities, waving her black gloved hand just before her face as she inspected the object with great interest. She was exaggerating the assault, but she found it amusing to watch the look of disgust on the assailants face when she shot it right back into his face, he being able to avoid it just in time. <br/>
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"Zhorry.. vhat vhere you zaying?" </span><br/><br/>"Yes... Both the mage council and the Blood Knight court, as well as several key figures from our armies. I am sure more will come out... This is a momentous occasion, after all." His own diplomatic words - which were growing boring fast! - were as exaggerated as hers. "Whether or not a ceasefire is drawn... It is perhaps time our people reopened communications. Still... Let us save negotiations for a more hospitable setting, shall we?" A flying projectile narrowly missed his head as he dodged it, only for L'lara to deal with it moments later. Few were aiming at him, but he was rather too close for comfort.<br/><br/>Thankfully the walk wasn't too far, and the latter part was on a quieter street that saw less fruit thrown, though insults and threats were still thick in the air. The elves were angry, resentful... There was a lot of hatred burning toward the draenei, both black and white. It almost managed to drown out the nearer, more keen disdain felt by Falithas himself. He was already toying with a plan more fiendish than throwing fruit...<br/><br/>He peered over his shoulder at the white-skinned women, before smiling toward L'lara falselessly. "We are nearly arrived. I ought to introduce myself to one of your companions... My aide will take care of you." He bowed fractionally, then slowed his pace to join one of the pale, younger girls. This time he spoke draenic out of necessity.<br/><br/>"Apologies my introduction was so belated. I am Falithas, whose house you will be staying at. And you are...?"<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"M-mirna and e-eliva... sir. W-we are here to serve the ambassador.." The most right girl, wearing beautiful pristine white robes just like a her sister, they looked almost like twins, with the only difference in their hair. Mirna seemed to have her silverwhite hair tucked into two buns on the sides of her head, her horns sticking out like petals of a flower, Eliva the one who was talking, had two long ponytail, covered by a shimmering white seetrough cloth that went over her eyes. Mirna had that cloth as well, only hers was fallen back by the ride on their elleks.<br/>
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"Ahum, Falithas... They are not of your concern, they're my servants and are asked not to mingle in the discussions we are going to take." She didn't even look back over her shoulder to speak directly to the bloodelf, her voice was raised enough for him to hear, and upon hearing her words the two girls blushed and looked down at the reins of their mounts to remain quiet. It was quite obvious the Priestess was a hard ruler, and the two girls were extremely obedient to their misstress.<br/>
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Standing in front of the house she crossed her arms and waited for someone to open the door for her, her hautain and proud behaviour reaching peaks in the wonderful decorated city of the elves.<br/>
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"Falithas?" </span><br/><br/>The man smiled sarcastically at her back, and pulled up alongside his young elven aide, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "Take the two white girls to the stable, strip them and tether them and treat them like you might a hawkstrider." The elf turned with a gleeful grin and nodded obediently, muttering a 'Yes sir' in an equally hushed tone. It was hard to believe the head priestess wouldn't spot the quiet order, but by the same token she wasn't going to realise the contents either.<br/><br/>Soon the procession turned from the street entirely, passing a large golden gate and heading up a long drive, through flower-endowed gardens. In front was a large, grand house; viewed from above it would be a hollow square with a courtyard out. It rose up three stories, and was built in the usual architecture; sweeping staircases, open balconies, all in the same sandy colored stone and decorate with red drapes and ornate gold inlays. The entire place, even from here, looked very fine. The guards with the elekks wandered toward the left, and it was at this point that Falithas' aide suggested the two younger priestesses follow her to their 'chambers'.<br/><br/>Falithas explained. "We will get you and yours comfortable this afternoon. No appointments - save dinner - til tomorrow, after such a long trip. My assistant will take yours away, I'll show you to your room personally." He smiled with that same false sweetness, though that was going to be there even without his rapid coverup. Soon they reached the house, and her arms crossed themselves. She expected -him- to open the door. He sneered, but waved at a guard who dragged it open for them. Soon enough, he reminded himself, he'd be bidding her open doors with her fucking tits, just because.<br/><br/>"So, this is my household. The main meals are in the main hall - any of the servants can direct you - an hour after sunup and after sunset, as well as when the sun is hottest. Often there'll be entertainment, too. Meetings will mostly take up the afternoons, giving you the mornings to do with as you wish. Satisfactory?"<br/><br/>The guards melted away, and Falithas lead her up a staircase and along a corridor toward her new bedroom.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">She smiled contently seeing the door being opened for her, it was not like she was going to do anything at all around here to lower herself anymore then she already thought being an ambassador with the bloodelfves was. She looked over her shoulder as she listened to Falithas. <br/>
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"Very well, sounds more then reasonable.. I hope my servants are treated with the same respect as I expect to be treated as well. They are very young, and quite frightened of these lands, so a good night rest will help them trough the day.. yes yes." She did not even bother to look at the bloodelf, her tone of voice indicated she was treating him as nothing more then a servant, her behaviour was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute. But she felt her greatness and battleworn history was exceptional to what she expected the elf's history must be. A pampered and rich boy raised amongst nobles that probably never has seen the battlefield in his life, though her eyes wandered over his form as he let the guard open the door of her bedroom. She couldn't help but notice the strong muscles and tall body covered in expensive embersilk. He must be training in his free time, to have some difference in life then dining and talking about the war instead of fighting. Yes..Yes that must be the reason, because he looked nothing like the noble she had expected to see. Some lithe slender looking elf with hardly any muscle on his body, just like she though all elves were like. <br/>
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In the meanwhile her young apprentices were trembling slightly of a rising fear of being separated with their teacher. They did not like the dreanei woman a bit, but she was strong and kind to those that served her, protecting her from any harm. Being walked away by the female bloodelf and the grim-grinning orc made them nervous, and they searched for contact in their minds. A trick the two young girls knew very well, the priestess mindcontrol could be used in various ways, to speak trough each others mind was one of the useful uses of their powers.<br/>
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"Where will they be bringing us? We are very far away from the priestess aren't we?" ---- "I don't know Eliva, but maybe the servants live in a different part of the building.. Nothing bad will happen, we can always call for help in L'lara's mind if needed very badly.."<br/>
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The young dreanei with her eyes covered in the soft see-trough cloth nodded, and mumbled a quiet yes as they finally reached the stables.<br/>
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"Are we stalling our Elleks here, miss?" She asked quietly, but kindly to the female bloodelf. </span><br/><br/><br/>Falithas' face was growing sterner with each minute. He wasn't used to being looked down on by much of anyone. He'd served in the military, albeit having seen little in actual battle, and he'd shown a keen tactical mind that had meant that even then people had *listened* to him. He'd undergone training with the mages, though this was within Silvermoon where his title ensured he received the finest training, and the utmost respect. All in all he was a good, hard working blood elf; not the same as the one in the draenei's mind, but rather a genuinely capable man deserving of his title. These days titles earned people estates, but it was their achievements that earned them respect in the city, even if that did often pander to the socialite crowd. That was the man he was: an achiever, and one who knew it. This ambassador had no right to peer down on him, and it was only the knowledge of her 'room' that kept him submissive as they wandered in that direction.<br/><br/>Soon they arrived at the door, set at the end of the corridor. Falithas had pointed out his bedroom and his personal bathroom to her as the two doors before the one to house the priestess, which seemed to suggest the next room would be one of the finest in the house, as it ought to be. The man slipped past her, pushed his sickliest smile to his face and even *bowed* to her for the very last time as he pulled the door open, and waved a hand to usher her forward.<br/><br/>The sight was not what she'd been expecting. Indeed the only thing in common with the sight before her, and the mental image lingering in her head was that there was a bed in both scenes.<br/><br/>The room was large, and the carpets and walls were ornate and matched the large four-poster bed situated the middle of the far wall of the room, with it's bottom end facing the entrance. An open balcony gave a good view over the streets, and indeed those in the street could see her if she were to stand in the opening. There was a deep, red, comfortable sofa-like chair that faced a tall pole rising toward the ceiling; the priestess had heard that in Silvermoon young elves were paid to dance around said pole. Dance *exotically*. But even that wasn't the worst of it...<br/><br/>One wall was taken up by cabinets and wardrobes, plenty of storage space. Atop some of these cabinets were tokens of what were inside. One one a few coils of ropes, and some handcuffs. Another sported gags, and a third had a selection of often-magical dildos. The wardrobe was equally disturbing; laid out in front of it, flat on the floor, was a sample outfit. The top was of a tight and shiney latex, and almost certainly couldn't contain her tits; the bottom might just cover her arse, but the legs were so short that it would be a stretch to suggest they were even legs at all. The very centre of the room was left empty, though that was only because there wasn't space for all the other contraptions Falithas had wanted to put in there, so they'd be moved in as and when he wanted them.<br/><br/>By the time L'Lara had registered the scene, Falithas was standing behind her with a broad smirk. "Everything to your liking, *princess?*"<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>On the far side of the castle, things were even worse for the two young priestesses.<br/><br/>"Mmh... Yes, the Elekk's will stay here." The blood elf smiled, as falsely but smoothly as Falithas could. "Let me show you one of the stalls." They stepped inside; the floor was covered in straw, and a large trough sat at the far end, seperated into half. One section contained water; the other was for food, though currently empty. The curious - if nervous - girls stepped inside, looking around. Their attention was only broken when a metallic crunch announced the shutting of the bolt, and the sealing of the door behind them.<br/><br/>"As will you." Continued the elf. By now the orc was *almost* smiling, eyeing them brightly. "You will not be given food until you have dropped your clothes over the door. Falithas will visit you tomorrow to begin breaking you in." The door was too high to climb, but sure enough they could probably throw their outfits over. With a little ingenuity they might even be able to climb out... Then there was the simple matter of the guards, and being in an entirely hostile city.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">She was outraged, the colour of her deep-purple cheeks darkening with red as she slowly turned to look him in the eye.<br/>
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"I surely... do... really... hope this... is a very sick joke! How dare you insult me like this! Showing me your filth and foul lifestyle is definitely not something I have come all this way for."<br/>
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Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to contain herself for not smiting his wickedly grinning form down, right away. She was furious, and never has been so offended in her life before. Right at that very moment she felt a sharp cry in the back of her head, and her eyes widened of the realisation of her two young apprentices being trapped inside of a barn. She could see the mental image of the almost smiling orc and the order they were given by the elven lady.<br/>
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"How.. DARE you!" Within that moment she raised her hand and slapped the man in his face, everything in her lithe frame indicating she was infuriated by the whole happening, and wanted to leave at once. The soft flesh of her fingers hitting the jawline of the bloodelf hard and fast as she stared him down with her deep hazelnut eyes.<br/>
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In the meanwhile the two girls hugged up to each other, holding each others hands as they refreshed their pathetic looking powerword shields. They were frightened and looked like two trapped deer in front of a huge car's headlights. They were trembling all over, and trying desperately to take a hold of their mistress' mind, almost to a painful point as they were practically screaming for help inside of their minds. Their eyes darted trough the room, and with it they sought an escape from their horrible faith, but nonetheless were unable to do more then look at the two smiling hordes from behind their shields.<br/>
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"P-please.. tell.. tell us this is.. a joke." </span><br/><br/>His cheek rocked to the left under the force of her swipe, turning red and screaming with a shock of pain. He retaliated almost immediately, bringing his own hand swinging round toward her own cheek. It connected as firmly as her slap and then some, twisting her neck and making sure she understood that this was certainly not a joke. "Oh shut up, you dirty fucking draenei. Hit me again and I'll call my guards over; you might use your 'light' to blind me, but they will *certainly* make you suffer for it, no?" Well... That and the man was not nearly so defenseless as she seemed to assume.<br/><br/>His hand landed square on her chest - above her orbs, on the stiffer flesh of her sternum - and he pushed. Hard. Hard enough to send her tottering back into the room, and to test whether her balance could save her from tipping over onto her rump. He wasn't sure he cared either way.<br/><br/>He stepped forward, filling up the doorway and sealing her escape. Not that - if she thought about it - she had much chance anyway; there were house guards, and a city full of people who would gladly kill her. As the elf was quick to remind her: "You and your pathetic guards have walked right into the middle of the city, expecting to be treated like *people*? You are dogs. Slaves."<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">She felt the slap swiping over her cheek, and tears of pain and hatred welled up in her eyes. He was right, she was trapped within a city of enemies and nothing near her would help her get out of this tricky situation. To make things worse she felt his strong hand push her firmly towards the bedroom door, her balance shifting rapidly as she fell backwards, tripping over her hooves into the sickly decorated room. The smack of her bum hitting the floor made the welling tears roll over her cheeks as her proud stature diminished with it.<br/>
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She tried, with trembling fingers to stroke her robe smooth, avoiding his eye-contact as she spoke softly.<br/>
" If there will be no reports coming from me, the dreanei will declare war once more with the bloodelves, leaving the situation in the highlands escalating. You are a FOOL TO THINK OTHERWISE!" her last words were screamed out of the back of her troath as she rapidly lost her patience, with that she muttered a spell and send a blazing torch of light towards his smug frame. <br/>
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"As long as I'm still alive, you will see me fighting! You are the dog!" </span><br/><br/>The man was no mage, but simple tricks like counter-spells were simple enough to pick up. His hand wafted almost lazily in front of himself and for a moment the Draenei found her tongue too heavy to mutter the power words. The light abandoned her long enough for Falithas to snatch the front of her top, and tear it heavily downwards in a way the robes simply weren't made to handle. In the same motion his other hand curled into a fist and thundered into her stomach, winding her.<br/><br/>"Then you will send the reports I tell you to. You will *do* as I tell you, and you *will* kneel, slave. Assault me again and you will regret it." His voice was hard, and gravelly, as though to assure her he really was not joking.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">She looked at him infuriated, and the moment after he punched her hard into her soft flesh her hazelnut eyes seemed to flicker to a darkred colour, her anger taking over her will. She pushed back her head and spit right into his face, her soft dark lips still trembling of the furious rage that was surging trough her body.<br/>
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"-Never- will I kneel for you, pig." With that said she waved her hands before her and shimmered into darkness, only a translucent shadow of herself visible in the room, and her dark glowing eyes within the depths of her deep-purple features. She was still lying on the floor, and with a ridiculous motion she tried to jerk the remains of her precious robes out of his hands, her hair waving up in the air as the pins had gotten loose from the assaults she had taken. Her free hand however tried to make some vivid motions in the air, and her eyes pinched as she concentrated a dark mind flay over the man she already hated in the deep depths of her soul. She wanted to hurt him, badly, and didn't think about the many guards and elves surrounding in and out of his house that would immediately come to help him against her dark arts.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>