An Evening in Dalaran

Præy slowly made her way through the crowded streets of Dalaran, weaving in and out of the hustle and bustle on her mount, Apocalypse. The great beast that she rode on top of was a rare find, a brood of the raven god Anzu, with sleek blue feathers and grey skin. His golden armor gleamed in the light, and he clacked his opaque beak, maneuvering his large, raptor-like form through the people.

“Dat is a gud boy, Poco..” Præy cooed, absent mindedly stroking the smooth feathers on his head. “We’re almost at de Sunreaver place, ‘n den joo will get a snack fo’ all dis work joo do.”

Præy brushed the stray dreads that had fallen in her eyes back with a slender, three fingered hand. Her hair was in dreadlocks that were all different lengths, from a few inches to down to her lower back, and multiple shades of pink and purple. She had an orange, runic tattoo over her left eye, and wore thick, dark blue lipstick and eye makeup that framed her glowing, minty eyes. She was very pretty by troll standards-comparable even to some elves-abeit in a rugged, powerful way that not all find alluring. Her azure skin was covered in swirling, runic tattoos, in all colours of the rainbow, ritualistic symbols of pride, heritage, and wisdom. A magnificent skirt of a flowing, iridescent fabric flowed from below her hips and trailed behind them as they walked, and a sheer, loose top revealed her breasts and the tattoos that covered them. A large, golden choker with a brilliant emerald covered her throat, and a bent, black halo floated above her head, shimmering and fading out of existence as if it ought not to be there. Trinkets, jewery and bones hung from her hair, robes and were even fastened to some large feathers on Apocalypse.

A sense of power surrounded the shadow priestess, and passer-bys eyes her with what appeared to be mixtures of loathing, respect and fear. She scoffed at them, uninterested by the occasional insult was thrown in her way.

The duo rounded the corner, and the fluttering crest of the Horde in the distance greeted them. One who usually doesn’t pay much heed to the hatred of the Alliance (business was business, after all), she still welcomed the familiar languages of the various warriors, civilians, craftsmen and the like that filled the air.

Suddenly, what appeared to be a death knight, judging by the aura he was emanating came into view. He was apparently the center of attention near Sunreaver Square, as several figures were grouped around him or at least had their focus set to him. Judging by his built, he was a.. human? How unusual. Feeling intrigued, Præy slowed Poco to a halt near the Filthy Animal, and slid off the avian beast.

“Joo run off to da stables, iight?” she rummaged though her pack and found a few scraps of venison and Apocalypse scooped it up. “Dis is all I got fo’ joo right now, de nice people at de stables will get joo a nice meal an’ maybeh joo can make some friends dere yah?” The animal pressed the top of his beak against her forehead, making an awkward sound that was somewhere between a coo and a growl, showing his gratitude. Præy planted a light kiss on his beak, and turned to face the unusual scene behind her. Let’s make this a bit more interesting.. she thought. Arching her back slightly, she walked, hips swaying, towards the people crowded around the two humans.

“’Ello boys,” she said, her full lips parting into a grin that revealed small but sharp tusks.