A venture to Dalaran (Tribalz and Hemingway)
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				Title: <strong>A venture to Dalaran (Tribalz and Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 11:34:31</strong>
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				Hargu looked up to the massive towers surrounding her, and couldn't help but offer the Mages of the Kirin Tor some measure of respect; their glistening flanks towering over her, and blocking out the morning sun. Still, to say she was new to Dalaran would be a lie, and the Orc walked through the atmospherically controlled streets with little worry or concern; and more importantly, lacking the gormless features of wonderment of those who were new to the City of Towers, who were all to easy to see. Her eyes were like a hawk, piercing through the crowd for her mark, her shaven head glistening slightly as the early light just started to creep over the skyscrapers.<br><br>Her althetic body carried her along quite nicely, wide hips rocking gently from left to right as she made her leisuirly way to the meeting-spot, a simple tribal dress hanging from her curves as she walked. It was a simple peice of attire, but she chose it for it's uncanny ability to excentuate the better parts of her. Two belts ran along her sizeable bust, holding them in just enough to create a large clevage that bounced softly with every step, while the linen clung tightly to her hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Also, most importantly, it was comfortable. Hargu figured, after all, that if she were going on a blind date, she may as well be dressed in something nice. <br><br>Her friend had said one or two things about this "match" of hers, although all snippets of information were vague. The recipient was a woman, that much she knew, but she had already established much earlier in her life that bisexuality was in her blood. Otherwise, she was simply described as "just your type, if you can get over some...Cosmetic differences". She trusted her friend, so she didn't ask any more, before she simply took the gaudy pendant that would "Make her stand out so she can see you", and took a portal to Dalaran, but she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach. Who, or what, on Azeroth was waiting for her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A venture to Dalaran (Tribalz and Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hemingway</strong> on <strong>27-02-2011, 14:35:39</strong>
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				Qianna waited at the meeting spot she had been directed to. Her gentle features were drawn into an arrogant frown, clearly displaying her doubts. In all her short live – by Elven standards, at least – she had never met a person she found interesting, not in a sexual or romantic way. Her tastes were strange, her standards even more so. What were the odds this meeting would be any different?<br><br>She wore a dress of red, black and purple, an elaborate piece of work, which left the pale skin of her midriff mostly bare, showing off the elaborate jewelry of her twice-pierced navel. Her fair hair had been arranged into an elaborate and elegant bun, a mess of curls, showing off dangling silver earrings. Perhaps her most striking feature, however, was her impressive bust. By all accounts, her breasts were large. By elven standards, they bordered on something even larger, certainly the largest she herself had ever seen on a Blood Elf. While the source of occasional discomfort, the attention and the feeling of uniqueness, were a source of delight and amusement, and so she did not mind.<br><br>The Blood Elf's eyes went to the dials of the nearby clock tower. Assuming her "date" was not late, he or she would be there any moment. She looked around, but could see no one coming her way. She was alone in a small park, in an otherwise secluded part of the city, and everyone else seemed to be passing by.<br><br>Qianna had no clue what to expect. Cryptic clues that the person in question was a "perfect" match, and that she herself would never have figured it out or known it, she knew nothing. She did not know the person's gender or race, nor even a hint of what they looked like, except that the person would be wearing a certain pendant.<br><br>Then she saw the orc, and all doubt vanished. Qianna liked nothing if not the strange and unique, and the orc would stand out anywhere. The elf could barely hide her disgust. The woman's ugliness was remarkable. But Qianna was, after all, a strange sort. The ugliness, the disgust, were not of a negative kind, though that alone was strange enough to leave anyone wondering. What it did, was light the beginnings of great desire in her nethers, though her face did not show it, and she would not yet admit it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A venture to Dalaran (Tribalz and Hemingway)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tribalz</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 13:07:49</strong>
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				Hargu looked around, her eyes scanning the park to find her match. Although she did not know a single thing about who she was supposed to be tracking, it was easy enough to find out who she was supposed to approach; the elf was, after all, the only person standing in the fairly deserted patch of greenery that had escaped the clutch of the towers.<br><br>The Orc looked over to her, letting her gaze follow the Elven-girl's figure. She was impressed, in her own little way. Certainly, one's eyes were drawn to her massive bust, those large breasts bouncing and wobbling in response to even the smallest movement. Still, that was certainly not the only thing to look at, her somewhat scant attire giving her senses plenty of flesh to feast upon.<br><em><br>"She's perfect for you"</em> Her friend had said, a drink in her hand and a mischevious look in her eyes, <em>"I'm sure you'll love each other! You should hook up!"</em> At first, the advice seemed almost rude! To simply call in on someone on like that; but here she was, taking up the offer, making her way towards this woman, who had apparently already spotted her.<br><br>Her hips swayed luxuriously as she walked closer. Hargu smiled, waving to the high elf as she got nearer, now close enough to appreciate the Elf in finer detail; the piercings, the detail of her hair, and of course, her face. She was a beauty; not in the traditional orcish manner, certainly, but in a way that appealed to Hargu immensely. Finally, the two stood face to face, and with a friendly smile, Hargu decided to make the first move.<br><br>"Lok'tar...I presume you've been expecting me. I'm Hargu, a pleasure to meet you." She smiled, bowing her head in custom, proceeding to get a good look at her mark. "I assume you know Miss Wainwright then? And that we are, apparently, the perfect match." She laughed, a spark in her eye as she looked over the elf, smirking. "So far, so good..."
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