After putting the leather up for sale, the huntress Nightheart made her way to the zeppelins to catch the flight to the Eastern Kingdom to meet up with her father ,and discuss her role as the new Matron of House Nightheart. It was a sobering thought; one that she was not entirely sure she was ready for. It was one thing, to be Alpha of her pack but another to be the Matron ..as the Matron, she was responsible for raising the House Nightheart from the ashes,to be the founding mother of an entirely new dynasty of Nighthearts. While it seemed like a noble cause..it was a daunting one.. it also meant she had to be more cautious on who she took to her bed ,and make certain she took her herbs religiously. She did not want some weaklings blood tainting her family line,no matter how pretty he may be. Sadly ,it seemed like there was very little substance to the males of her race, arrogant, superficial, weak…the least of her people were stronger than this so called pride of Silvermoon.
She could feel something poking her, and reaching down into the front of her armor, she pulled out a single card ,and read it with a slow lazy smile crossing her lips . Fnar Dawnglory…now that was a man who knew the right way to kiss ..tapping the card against her cheek ,thoughtfully as she recalled the golden haired hunter she met in Orgrimmar. Her lips were still tingling from his parting gift; a tingling that reached all the deeper recesses of her ,and left them throbbing..Thorim’s balls! Its’ been so long since she shared her bed with someone for something other than keeping warm. He spoke of Northrend like a veteran,and there was an air about him ; a wildness that appealed to her.. this was a man who was used to be free. He did not have the feel of someone who spent most of his days behind walls; he carried the scent of the wind in his hair, the earthiness of the land in his skin. She looked forward to their next meeting,.. and if Thorim be willing , she would have the opportunity to try him out for speed. Her green eyes darkened to a deep pine ,and her breath hitched sharply as a wholly erotic image of them both locked in passion’s embrace.appeared in her mind.. it was going to be a long journey.