The Hive

Some couple of minutes later Sylvanas was in her element again. Deep down in the countless corridors of the ancient Troll Tomb, she was on the prowl. Back in her cloak and leather armor, the Ranger was gliding through the shadows as if she was a part of them. Three more of this dulled toad-like creatures had fallen victim to her arrows and the Dark Lady was pretty confident that they had to be pretty much like the Murlocs she knew. Dumb creatures which were acting more on instinct then real intellect, obviously trusting too much in her most potent weapon, their toxin.

And to what their instincts let them was undeniable too as soon as the dead elf reached the deeper caverns. Eat, fuck, breed, repeat. Was their mantra.

The whole temple stank of sweat, body fluids, shit and some strange ozone like smell. But what occupied it more than anything else, were the endless echoes of moaning women and croaking toads. They seemed to be just everywhere and the endless tunnels and crossings did the rest in making it nearly impossible to locate the real source of them. Nevertheless, she crept further down, while trying to remember the architecture of other troll temples she had investigated so far.

In the beginning, she had thought about raising one of the dead toad corpses again to perhaps use it as a scout or demanding some answers. But she was pretty sure, that even if these things could speak, it would not be in any language she would understand. Furthermore, she was here to seek her sister and a dumb wandering toad zombie would do her surely no good in getting to her without sending the toads to alert.

So she did what she was best in it while sneaking into the darkness and hunting down any single one of the toads that could disappear inconspicuously.

It must have been an hour maybe more maybe less, as Sylvanas finally reached the center of the pyramid and even if she thought she had been prepared for the things that would be revealed to her. The truth made her freeze in her steps.

The giant hall must have been some kind of arena, with a dozen steps at each wall that let it look like an amphitheater. A remarkable battlefield in the center in whose heart lay a huge well that must lead even deeper down below. Several feet above this well was a rift in reality itself. Some kind of hole, like the Dark Portal itself, but lambent and far more unstable. The smell of ozone that came from it must have been breathtaking if there weren`t the hundred putrid odors of the actual squatters in this hall.

There were toads everywhere, dozens if not hundreds of them and if there was any doubt at all, about their all-consuming lust to breed, it was torn apart by all the other beings in the arena. Sylvanas saw Humans, Night Elves, Blood Elves, Gnomes, Trolls, Dwarfs, even some Draenei or races she barely believed lived on Azeroth at all. Every single one of them was women or at least something that once must have been some sane women. Now they had been stripped of their former roles and there was just one title left that the Banshee Queen could think about to name them. It was ... Sluts.