Another quiet day in Bloodmyst Isle. Too quiet. Vhuuty wasn't too fond of it herself. As a Paladin, she offered her shield for the Light in order to protect her people and their kingdom. Even though her kingdom was in fact, still a crashed spaceship after all these years. Regardless, it was enough to allow her to have a sense of duty while patrolling the nearby isle. It wasn't uncommon to spot the occasional Horde spy, especially Blood Elves. It seemed that even after they had chased them to this world, they were set on trying to undermine the Draenei people.
That wasn't something that Vhuuty was particularly fond of herself.
The Draenei sighed while walking down her patrol path, letting an armored hand move to take a wisp of her navy hair and push it behind her pointed ear. Vhuuty wasn't fond of heavy armor. She was much more suited towards thinner, more flexible plate that made it easier to gain an advantage on her opponents. Of course, the armor was in traditional Draenic colors of purple lined with a wispy silver, and tailored specifically to fit her own toned, yet curvy body type alone. With her shield wrung around her back, and her sword at her side, she was free to sway her arms as she walked with a bit of a swagger. No one was around to look after all, not that she ever thought anyone would mind.
Despite being a Paladin of the Light, Vhuuty did have her previous life before she discovered the Light. The over exposure to arcane magic had a toll on her people, and she was lucky enough to be only slightly... physically mutated. However, mentally she often found herself having to control herself quite a bit while in the company of others, which had often proved difficult on this new world, with so many races like those Night Elves and Humans who were quick to tease. She was often left very frustrated, and remained in that state for extended periods of time. Even just thinking about it now had left her aching with a slight need. She sighed and bit softly into her blue lips with her fanged pair of teeth, trying to focus herself while she continued her patrol.
That wasn't something that Vhuuty was particularly fond of herself.
The Draenei sighed while walking down her patrol path, letting an armored hand move to take a wisp of her navy hair and push it behind her pointed ear. Vhuuty wasn't fond of heavy armor. She was much more suited towards thinner, more flexible plate that made it easier to gain an advantage on her opponents. Of course, the armor was in traditional Draenic colors of purple lined with a wispy silver, and tailored specifically to fit her own toned, yet curvy body type alone. With her shield wrung around her back, and her sword at her side, she was free to sway her arms as she walked with a bit of a swagger. No one was around to look after all, not that she ever thought anyone would mind.
Despite being a Paladin of the Light, Vhuuty did have her previous life before she discovered the Light. The over exposure to arcane magic had a toll on her people, and she was lucky enough to be only slightly... physically mutated. However, mentally she often found herself having to control herself quite a bit while in the company of others, which had often proved difficult on this new world, with so many races like those Night Elves and Humans who were quick to tease. She was often left very frustrated, and remained in that state for extended periods of time. Even just thinking about it now had left her aching with a slight need. She sighed and bit softly into her blue lips with her fanged pair of teeth, trying to focus herself while she continued her patrol.