Oh, hi! Palintera here, Team Ratshag's affirmative action druid.
Last night I was doing some jobs for the furblogs over on Azuremyst Isle, 'cause I'd heard there were some good rewards for a young adventurer not afraid to get her hands dirty. And then I got a call on the guild channel:
"Paallliiiii! Watcha doin?" Yay! It was my friend Feralicious, from Team Bell.
"I'm killing ravagers, 'licious," I told her.
"Need any help?"
"Not really, but I'd love some company"
So she trotted on over from the Exodar. That's her on the left, there. She showed me her uber-hammer of leet feral dps (level 15 edition), which Mister Shag would say is a truly righteous weapon. And then we got to work on those ravagers. We Wrathed and Moonfired and Bearformed all over their ugly asses. I was really glad to see that her hair was growing back after I'd put Nair in her bear shampoo that one time. Which was mean of me, even if she totally deserved it.
After I had enough ravager skin, we headed up the coast and Rawwred the heck out of the murlocs we found, including a big one who boldly told us his name was Murgurgula and was carrying a piece of fur he'd bitten out of one of my furblog friend's tushie. Hello Murg! Goodbye Murg!
Afterwards we went back to the furblog village and gave Gurf his dignity back, and he gave me some really nice pants, to which I promptly applied the armor kit 'licious was nice enough to make for me. However, we felt a little overdressed with all those furblogs walking around in just thongs. Besides, we're druids! Running naked through the woods is what we do. (At least, that's what Mister Shag told me.) So here's a pic of us, "going native". Which was fine, until one of the villagers walked up from behind and pinched us! On our butts! What a perv! I was all set to go give him what for, but Feralicious just laughed, and then she pinched me! Hey! /indignant
But I can't be mad at teh 'licious Feral. She's like my big sister, plus she keeps giving me all these nice leathers. Oh, and real sorry if the pic left you expecting tales of hot, drunken nelfette-on-nelfette action to feed your secret lusts and perverted fanatsies. You'll just have to go take a cold shower or something.