The wind blew past Ishaya's long ears as she flew across the skies of Durotar, the wings of her Corrupted Hippogryph batting the air down around her. She saw the gates of Orgrimmar pass below her as she entered the Valley of Strength, and off in the distance the sound of a propeller could be heard. A shark-shaped Zepplin came into view heading toward one of the large towers just beyond Grommash Hold to take passengers away that had not yet mastered the art of flying their own mounts.
Shara had been with Ishaya for a few years now and it was the only mode of transportation aside from a Hearthstone that she needed. The Blood Elf landed in the Wind Rider's pen , the hooves and claws of her Hippogryph crushed into the ground upon impact as the creature's wings stalled it's decent enough to safely touch ground. The Rogue patted Shara's neck slightly with a contented smile before dismounting and heading toward the stable-master.
"Ishaya, Welcome back to the city. Here on business?" The orc shouted to her as she approached, her bare feet patting against the ground. She looked to the stable-master with a warm smile, pulling a small pouch of coins off of her belt to toss it his way.
"Tell me, Drakma. Do you recognize every person that comes through here like you do me?" She asked, stopping to turn to him as she spoke. Shara had already made her way over to a bail of hay to eat her meal, stopping to peck at a few insects on the ground for an added snack.
"I try. You've come a long way since you were first learning to fly." Drakma replied as he took the pouch of gold and tossed it on a table behind him. One of the peons came by and brought it into the stables to be counted and sorted as pay for everyone there at the stables. "I hear nothing but good things about you, Rogue."
"Has Kiiarah come through recently?" Ishaya asked, tilting her head and shifting her weight onto her right hip.
"No, I hear she and your friend Sarianis have gone to the Broken Isles to fight on the front-lines. It's good to have some people staying behind like yourself who can hold a blade, Combat Rogues are a nice addition to the defenses here." Drakma replied proudly, patting her on the shoulder. "Go tend to your business friend, I'll watch after Shara. I will tell you though, I did see Ayelen pass through a day or two ago."
"That's rare." Ishaya chuckled, giving him a gentle nod. "I'll be here for a few days this time. There should be enough gold to take care of the stabling costs."
"Lok'Tar." Drakma grunted, pounding his right fist into his chest as Ishaya turned toward the stable's gate. There were all sorts of people wandering around, walking casually from place to place. Some lived there, others were just travelers like herself that had stopped for supplies or to find ways to earn gold.
"The Zeppelin to Undercity has just arrived! All aboard for Tirisfal Glades!" She heard someone yell as she passed one of the large towers. It wasn't the shark she had seen in the skies earlier, this Zeppelin had a purple banner across it adorned with a black symbol. Ishaya watched as people both boarded and left the Zeppelin as she continued along.
Mat whimpered in pleasure, exhaling sharply as he felt his body return from the Stream. His [REDACTED] as he recovered from his previous death... Being crushed into a blue dirt disc was fairly taxing on him. He arched his back, letting out a loud moan if pleasure before he slid his left foot back slightly so his knee was pointed in the air. His little lungs heaved in and out, even the air was beginning to tease his sensitive skin.
"Hmm?" Ishaya curiously hummed as she saw something strange on the ground. The blue tuft of hair gave him away, and after a few seconds of looking at what it was she recognized it. Ishaya had good vision, she could see his ears were small - it was a human. He was incredibly small and without clothes, his leg covered his [REDACTED] from view but that didn't curb her immediate disgust.
The Rogue never wore shoes that covered the soles of her feet, preferring the silence it gave her. As a result, her feet were rough and callous from heel to toe. She lifted her right foot into the air filling Mat's vision with the tough skin only inches above his little form. He let out a squeak of pleasure, one Ishaya mistook for that of fear as her foot began to slowly lower.
"Disgusting..." She grunted before her skin touched him.
She could feel him writhing against her rough skin as she slowly applied pressure onto the little one. He tried to resist the Blood Elf's weight but it was futile - after a brief few seconds the Rogue heard a small squeak as the air rushed from Mat's lungs leaving his bones at her mercy. She lifted her heel, savoring the sensation of his body flattening so easily.
Her toes gripped into the dirt for a moment before they too lifted. She focused all of her weight onto his body using only the ball of her foot for support. The longer she held him under there, the more pops and crunches she felt against her skin.
The rough sole helped her tear him up mercilessly ~ An added benefit to having tough feet.
~Twist~
~Twist...~
~Grind~
~Twist~
She snuffed him out, mixing him into the dirt with all the pressure she could muster. Instead of actually taking the time to remove him from her sole or even look at him, she simply stepped forward. The Blood Elf was used to walking barefoot, things got stuck to her skin all the time. Mat's body was no different...
As her foot lifted, Mat's destroyed remains came with it.
She paid it no mind - A human insect in Orgrimmar deserved such a fate.