The Cliff and the Choice

*You have gained Magical Buff: Fertility. You may now impregnate any living female after voring.

You finally awake from your sleep about midday, sounds of war in the distance. You feel different; your hunger feels different, deeper and more substantial. Stretching briefly you make your way up the nearest cliff, gliding over the rocky steep climb effortlessly. You make your way to the top of the cliff to survey your surroundings.

The craggy harsh landscape of your forefathers is splayed before you; it is no longer ruggedly gorgeous. The land is pockmarked by war. The Alliance and Horde sentient began fighting over this area years ago, and now it can barely support life. As much as it pains you, you must leave. At least for a Time.

Do you head South towards the lands of the Horde. Or North towards the Lands of the Alliance.