Sunlight ((Introductory as well as open RP))

[Roxim]

The charcoal feline kept his ears perked as he listened for the foot steps of the woman he was to meet. He sniffed the air hoping that he could pick up the scent of any females that he did not already know but being in the a city as large as Shattrath was enough of an overload to his sensitive nose let alone, track the scent of a woman he had never met before inside a tavern full of ogres, cooked meats and copious amounts of questionable scents coming from the brothel the tavern shared a roof with. His did however pick up on a scent coming closer and from behind him. nnThe druid turned to look directly into a 17 foot high mass of grey leathery skin, brilliant purple armor and a pair of tusks easily large enough to impale the cat. The Elekk's musk bore down on the troll like a blanket of power, reminding the feline just what manner of beast was in front of him. As he craned his head in ascension, Roxim could see that there was a man atop the great beast, a Draenei to be precise. His powder blue skin and series of bone plates blended almost seamlessly with the harsh ridges of the Peacekeepers armor. The hollow glow of his eyes alongside the pheremones being emitted from the man indicated that he was looking to give someone a hard time, and a druid residing in the lower city in animal form was more than enough to make him at least give Roxim that much desired hard time. In Shattrath one rule is absolute amongst these people. Sanctuary. This place is a haven for all walks of refugees and fighting within the city walls was strictly prohibited so a druid in the rough area of the city in a common fighting form, he might as well have attacked someone and taken his banishment legitemately. The Ellek's musk made the druid's face wince up as it snorted arrogantly in the cats face.nn"You troll, why are you here?" Demanded the Guard.nnRoxim nervously extends a single claw in order to scrawl out a message on the grime at his feet. Before he could finish 'Waiting' he felt the familiar feeling of a steel blade along his throat. The druid winced as he felt the sharp edge effortlessly part his furnn"I asked you to tell me why you are here, not to draw for me stray." Seethed the guard, applying more pressure under his chin with the pike to raise his head to eye level. Roxim remained calm and allowed the guard to continue his childish antics. nn___________________________________________________________________________________________________n"Ironic, now that you've found it its all gone" a cruel voice chided as a forceful hand pulled his head back placing the cold metal of a dagger against his throat. Roxim could feel the blade bite down into the soft skin of his neck, felt the skin tear along the edges, could feel the pulses in in veins as they desperately tried to get precious blood across the gory ravine in his neck.n____________________________________________________________________________________________________nnThe druid attempted to speak. The sound emitted was neither his native tongue of Zandalari or the lowest form of common. It was a jagged, guttural, borderline disgusting series of guffaws and mewls as he tried to make use of his ruined voice. Honest as the druid was attempting to be, the guard was not amused...