Some weeks into the war campaign, and a few months after Lainara gained her new height and accompanying power, she was still on Kalimdor, helping the Night Elves where she can. Even though a lot of the focus had moved to a new theatre, there was still the occasional Horde Champion that came by.
Typically her presence alone would make them change their mind and head back. Sometimes they thought they might avoid her as they steal from her allies.
One particular Champion had been much of an annoyance, seemingly coming back just to taunt her, but of course, like all of them, Lainara caught her. Squeezing her tight to knock her unconscious, and stripped her of her weapons and armour, leaving her mostly harmless.
Normally she would hand them over to the Night Elves, but this one had been especially annoying to her... And she was quite sure she recognised her from Silvermoon many years prior. When the Blood Elf awoke, it was to the gigantic face of an unamused Void Elf. She instantly started shouting in orcish, the common Horde tongue, but a squeeze from Lainara and a order spoken in Thalassian later, the Blood elf spoke their common language.
“Unhand me you gigantic traitor!” She snapped. Lainara didn't respond to such demands of course, but did allow her to dangle from her finger and thumb, sixty feet above the ground. A few squeals later, she returned her grip to the legs.
“You've annoyed me for several days, Blood Elf” Lainara says sternly, though looking around as she does so. “As such, I will not be handing you over to the Alliance. Instead, I will have my fun with you” She explains before finally looking the Horde in the eye.
“What do you mean-” The blood elf begins, before a long blue tongue extends and licks her from foot to head, over and over. Somewhere below them there's a noisy growling, like a hungry beast eagerly awaiting its meal.

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