Val’s travels had found her in the pirate city of Booty Bay. The area was bustling with visitors, people moving in every direction. She was becoming frustrated with constantly having to twist and turn to avoid being bumped into. She had maneuvered her way into a larger clearing, and thought she heard someone call out to her.“Val? Is that you?” a higher pitched voice squealed out. Val turned to see a dark frizzy haired gnome running in her direction, a goblin behind her trying to keep

Val’s journeys had led her through human controlled lands. She had already seen plenty of humans; they were spread all over the world due to their prominent nature in the Alliance. She was making her way through a bright green forest, over a stone lined path, smiling as some of the other human travelers met her gaze as they passed each other. Draenei by this point had already become well acquainted in the Alliance, not so much a new oddity, and a normal sight to most.Val didn’t want to im

Vallaena, or Val for short, found herself sitting in a bar inside the massive dwarven city of Ironforge. The Draenei really stood out among the crowds of mostly dwarves and gnomes, a few of the other Alliance races intermingling as well. Her height, blue skin, horns, and digitigrade legs ending in hooves drew more than a few random glances. Depending on the pants she decided to wear, her cock's sheathe tended to make a small but noticeable bulge that some noticed. Draenei were still relative

Casana was a female Night Elf, taking her normal stroll through the quiet woods of Ashenvale. She enjoyed taking in the calming sounds of the wild life and the sunlight cascading through the treetops, warming her light purple skin. She would always see small wildlife scampering around, and feel and see the hints of larger beasts that tended to leave her alone on her walks. Every now and then, the Night Elves' typical companions, a nightsaber, would get curious enough to come say hello, before