You figure that the feelings you had were just anxiety from being on this foreign world and decide to plunge your hooves into the water. It's not freezing, but it is chilly to the touch. You continue to submerge more and more of your body, trying not to disturb the water too much...just in case.
When you finally reach a depth where you are forced to start swimming, you hear a sound that you've never heard before on Draenor, a repeating, gurgling kind of growl coming from behind one of the nearby rocks; it appears you should have gone with your instincts.
You turn around just in time to see some kind of fish-creature swimming very quickly towards you, arms outstreached. a mixture of shock and fascination with the strange beast keep you from moving for a second; unfortunately; that's all the Murloc needed to catch you in it's finned arms. It places it's bony lips around your head and starts devouring you alive. You struggle as it continues taking in your body, unable to concentrate enough to call on the elements, and with your shoulders now in the beast's maw, reaching your mace is out of the question.
As it's throat opens to except you, a strong smell of rotting fish reaches your nostrils, the scent of digestion. It doesen't take the Murloc long to engulf the rest of your body, your hooves and tail being gulped down with an audible *sllluurp* while your upper body came to rest in the slimy confines of it's gut, which was already secreting acids to melt you down into scales and muscle for future hunts.
