World of Warcraft fantasy 2 The Grimtotem
Teylyn's eyes flashed, though she was stealthed, as she unsheathed her razor sharp claws. They gleamed in the moonlight, accentuating the sharpness. Teylyn arched her back, tensing her hind leg muscles, preparing for the pounce. Her nerves were in overdrive, every thing seemed 20 times louder, and timed seemed to slow to a stop. A growl grew in her throat, and she pounced at his, seeking to rip it out in a single slash. Her paw contacted the black, thick hide of the tauren bandit, but as...