In her desperate desire to be able to see with both of her eyes once again, she found herself 'pon the steps of the once (and still, she thought) beautiful Black Temple. Demons hissed and cackled around her, spitting on her filthy fur.

"Be gone! Lord Illidan with have nothing to do with you, or your kind!"

But she merely straightened her shoulders and padded through the crack in the temple's wall, and began her treacherous journey through the depths, to find Lord Illidan Stormrage himself.

Curious and impressed that the lone druid made it to his throne, Illidan could taste the desire she resonated, and decided to grant her the ability to see, promising other, greater things as well.

"With your wish, there comes a price." He growled, his own blind eyes glowing like hot cinders against the Outland sky.

She bow'd so low her whiskers skimmed the dirty floor.

"Whatever it takes, my Lord."

Illidan raised a clawed finger and slit her forehead down the middle, hot crimson blood flowed down her face. She could taste the sweet coppery liquid on her lips... With that her wish was granted and at once she began to transform. Horns grew from her skull, long, gnarled and strong. They twisted behind her head, like vile roots of a tree. Her paws grew hot, so hot they spew'd blue fire. But oh! Instead of gaining sight in one of her eyes, she lost it in both. She collapsed, hopeless and defeated.

Just then, she heard the booming voice of the demon Night Elf.

"Open your eye!" Illidan roar'd. "And see all there is to see. Believer."

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I had a little bit of creative flair as I posted this, because it's been on my mind for a long, long time. Hopefully you all didn't mind the little bit of text, part of the story I'm working on for Vore. There's more, gets a little steamy with Illidan, at that... but I thought it was long enough. =P

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