Thread: Prisoner Spoils (ExodusxAznTwink)

Wiping away the blood from his daggers on the bodies around him, dead or unconscious, the Night Elf rogue placed placed them away and out of sight once they seemed clean enough. Tanavar breathed heavily as he wiped away the sweat from his brow, having just caught a few of the Horde off guard in the back who were giving support to those in the front lines. He looked off to the front where his allies, the Alliance, were, who were finally pushing the Horde back well into the center of the outpost. Leaving the bodies around him, he quickly jumped into the shadows, his glowing eyes catching the sight of the casters in the back, throwing their spells as the Warriors rushed forward to try and push back the Alliance. Tanavar would make sure that they would be thrown into chaos from being attacked from both sides, allowing the Alliance's raid successful. Sapping one of the Priests in the back, putting a hold on the healing the Horde could do, Tanavar then quickly cheap shot'ed one of the mages before sprinting out amongst the Horde, throwing his knives about, not caring whether they hit home or not. He just needed to create enough chaos so his own allies could make their way into the Horde's group to split them apart and ultimately cause their defeat. Just as he had caught the attention of many of the Horde, Tanavar jumped back into the shadows, escaping from their sight as his fellow raiders finally forced them apart and quickly either disarmed them or killed those in their way. The Night Elf rogue did his part by making sure none of the casters could do anything as his allies began to ransack the outpost and tie up those who were still alive. Tanavar had taken hold of what looked like a Blood Elf warlock, having her wrists tied behind her while he had a strong hold on her arm. A glorious victory for the Alliance! One of his Human allies screamed, creating a racket amongst the Alliance as they joined in the cheering. Tanavar stayed quiet as he knew his share was guaranteed once they found out what everything was worth. While most of the raid was returning to Stormwind, most likely to boast of their spoils and victory, Tanavar would not. Although his pay would be a share of the spoils, he had taken the female Blood Elf warlock for a reason. He was not at all worried about her trying to fight back, as he had all the skills to counter everything she had to throw at him, and if anything went wrong, he could disappear and make her regret ever making such a decision. Because of this, Tanavar had to take this female back to Darnassus and show her what a true Elf's power was. Tanavar had a high distaste of those cursed Blood Elves, especially when they seemed to think they could best his Night Elf race. Tanavar yanked the Blood Elf to him as he moved out of the crossroads outpost, guiding the roughed up warlock towards the mounts of the Alliance. The rest of the raid carried bags with them as they mounted their own mounts, also sometimes bringing a prisoner should they wish. He threw the petite warlock onto his saber mount, quickly hopping on as he took a hold of the reins with his right hand as his left arm wrapped around the Blood Elf, pulling her to him. His strong arm kept her from struggling at all as he nodded to the raid leader before leaving. Although he planned on taking the Blood Elf back to show his fellow Night Elves how he and the other Alliance had dominated the Blood Elves and the other Horde, he knew he would have to wait such a long time to enjoy his prisoner. That was why as he made his way into Ashenvale, a neutral area, Tanavar veered off the path and slipped into the mass of trees, weaving through the forest till he was in a rather dense part of it. He stopped and patted his saber's head before pulling the Blood Elf warlock off and threw her into a tree, hearing a thud as her back hit against the trunk. Tanavar removed his head gear and placed it on top of his saber as he looked at the roughed up female, How does it feel? To know which kind of Elf is truly more powerful? He growled with no sympathy. He approached her and pulled out his dagger smoothly, lifting her chin with the end of his blade, Take a good luck, you despicable Blood Elf. You belong to me now, and prisoners, or slaves should I say, such as you must be thoroughly shown how you have no hope of escaping or being saved... Tanavar smirked as he narrowed his eyes, slipping his dagger away as he didn't even bother to wait for her most likely angry response. He moved his hands down to open up the front of his leggings to allow the sight of his loin cloth and his massive yet still limp member hang down below the too small loin cloth. At least try and save some face by showing some skill in getting me hard, He growled, moving close to hang his thick and long cock in front of her, wanting her to get a look at his huge dick, You don't look too badly roughed up anyways. I expect some quality tongue work...