You slowly close the distance toward Yvonne as she sneaks through the wood, unaware of your presence. You become captivated by the shifting of her hips side to side as she moves, her thick rump cheeks grinding against each other beneath her clothes. Your mouth begins to water as you imagine that succulent ass sliding down your gullet. You’re only a couple yards away from her now, hidden behind a screen of thick foliage. The worgen stops, sniffing the air. Now is your chance. You pounce.
You had thought yourself completely undetected, but the rogue reacts with astounding speed the moment you make a move. As she spins toward you, her expression is not one of surprise or fear, but of cold determination. You feel a fleeting pang of regret as she whispers the words, “Found you.”
You slam into the rogue with enough force to slam her to the ground, but she was ready for you and spins around, redirecting your momentum. You feel a shallow gash drawn across your flank as you’re flung away; as you reorient yourself to face Yvonne, you realize she’s drawn one of her daggers. She keeps it pointed toward you, teeth bared in a snarl, as the two of you slowly circle each other. You’ve lost the element of surprise, but you have more than enough strength and cunning to take down this worgen in a fair fight.
Unfortunately for you, Yvonne doesn’t play fair. Before a few moments pass, you feel an odd tingling sensation around the cut her dagger left in your side. Your back leg rapidly goes numb as the paralytic poison courses through your veins. Seeing your posture failing, the rogue smirks and sheaths her dagger.
“Well, well. What do we have here? You’re the one I smelled on the road earlier, aren’t you? I’ve never seen anything quite like you. What a rare catch you must be!”
Thump. Your lower body slumps to the ground as the poison takes effect. You attempt to drag yourself away with your front legs, but Yvonne merely steps around you to block your path. You can barely muster the strength to even sit upright anymore; you’re completely at the worgen girl’s mercy. You let out a soft whine as…
