A fine Kael'Dorei spciemen she was, and I can still feel the soft of her flesh beneath my finger tips. The battle drum of her heart beneath her chest and the rise and fall of her breast, such fine breast, all of which are mine to cherrish. The marking of her was well worth the torment of my own flesh. Nay, she shan't forget me anytime soon, of this I am certain.
Her extreme and unhealthy devotion to this one human whose rift sunders the land like a phantom reaper breaking ground and then demanding througb out, the measure of his own glory, righteouness, and declarition of laws. And for what?- A strong hold that will merely deteriate after his passing? Fools of men. Dare I then boldly accusate with my own superior knowledge of nature, magicks and the ongrowing matter of the nether fields, and to lay brag even with a renowned manhood as I stand as one among the highest revered races in the whole of Azeroth.
I laugh at his nature and make mockery of his land and title- the human stands as no noble, but a pig among the swine, such a vile display of arrogance, such as his own, carries with it the weight of one who lacks presentation within his own manhood.
But I have set focus to watch him from afar, but not just with my own eyes. And I await the right oppurtune moment to play my hand, after all, time is in my favor, and it is something that he has little of .
A force to be reckoned with?-Perhaps in time. The druid child will see this soon enough-the foolishness of her ways - as she will slowly watch him waste away as if the case with every mortal. His Legion ...will become a dry legend and unto it- a dead past, and then a matter lost to time. A mere reflection of a dream she once had. In the end -we will remain.
I shall return back to Quel'Danas now and to the arms of my most desiring wife -Selyra. I have become anxious and I desire to taste of her oiled annointed flesh, and invision the beauty that I have been denied.
