Moonlight brushed her flesh like an old lover.  Pale and shimmering, that mystical light descended to work over each crevice and canyon of her muscular arms and shoulders.  Wounds were kissed and licked, blood freshly bubbling to the surface as movement provoked new pains.  The healer was dead and the druid’s skills were considerable, but his attention had been required elsewhere.  So Rhea had to endure the last minutes of their battle against the necromancer with teeth gritted and bared against the dark energy.  Shield and axe fell to the ground as she came outside of the dungeon.  Knees buckled so that she collapsed with a heavy thud of her armored body on the soft grass.<br/><br/>One hand lifted upward to unbuckle the straps of her armor so that the metal fell away from her skin.  Green flesh became more exposed to the Moon’s advances of light.  She let the armor slide away much as a snake might shed its skin for comfort.  When next she came down to the earth her top was bare except for the strips of cloth and leather that bound her heavy breasts in place.  Gulps of cool, night air were taken into her mouth while she reveled in the freedom of laying on the grass once more.  Those thick grasps lifted up her considerable chest and then lowered them down with a shuffle of her nose.  Muscles made a heavy canvas on her abdomen as it too heaved with every breath.  Feet shifted while she kicked off her boots, fingers sliding her pants down just a bit so her thighs could feel the liberty of the coolness.  There was little regard for what the others might think or imagine, as she only had a thought for her own body right now.<br/><br/>Yet there was never a thought far from her mind that she was now surrounded by enemies.  The blood elf lay dead now as well, leaving only the Worgen and the Night Elf.  Both were capable warriors and she too wounded to offer much resistance to them.  For now though, Rhea gave over to her fate and over to the moonlight while basking in that heavenly glow.<br/><br/>“So now what?”<br/>