Adonis surged through the verdant underbrush - he was on the hunt. However, he was not on a quest to bring home a plump boar or a wild game bird for his dinner. He was suffering from another kind of hunger, a kind that set his blood on fire and made his skin burn with anticipation. He was in...a "mood."
Contrary to his name, Adonis did not have god-like features whose body was suitable to be idealized with chiseled marble. He was not a beautiful man whose musculature and masculinity captured the lust and imagination of women around the world. In fact, he was not even human. He was troll, a creature considered vile and hideous to most other races. Their reputation for cannibalism made them far less attractive. Because of his mother's apparent sense of humor in choosing his name, Adonis was frequently ridiculed among his people.
He paused for a moment to stare up into the lush canopy of the trees above. Their branches were so tightly intertwined that hardly any moonlight could escape through. He was in a dangerous area - night elf territory. He was unsure how he had gotten this far. He was not even sure as to why he decided to come here. He had simply let his instincts and senses carry him along. His mind seemed a blur, but he didn't have the time to stop and sort out his thoughts. He continued forward.
After several moments he entered a clearing that opened to expose a long stretch of white sandy beach. He had reached the western coast: the Zoram'Gar Strand. He knew that there was a safe outpost a little ways south of him.
A scent on the wind pulled his head to the right. There, in the light of the full moon, he could see a shape no more distinct than a shadow near the edge of the water. His eyes glistened in the dark as he backed up into the thick bushes. He was well-concealed there. The water lapped gently onto the shore and he narrowed his eyes, trying to make out if the figure was friend or foe.
The wind off the water blew through him again, once more carrying the scent that had previously caught his attention. It made him lightheaded, and he had to reach out to steady himself. The carnal heart within his chest was beating rapidly now, and he knew that he had to find the source of the aroma. Crouching low, he continued to intently watch the dark figure move down the waterline. As the shape moved closer, it became more defined. Adonis could see that it was someone tall...someone lithe. At last he finally saw the glowing eyes, and the long pointed ears similar to his own. It was a night elf.
He smiled to himself. Such a foolish girl, out here all alone.
It was now quite apparent that the dizzying scent was emanating from her, and he found himself digging his fingernails into a nearby tree trunk.
Kill her...? He involuntarily raked his fingernails down the bark. Or take her. Take her and then kill her. Kill her then take her? No, no, no...
Her beauty was playing games with his senses. She was startling in the glow of the moonlight - the way her lavender hair coiled down around her ears and bare rounded shoulders. She was perfectly quiet in the dark. Her walk was a glide, like a ghost soundlessly passing.
His mouth was open now, to allow for slow, deep breaths; he had crouched on all fours close to the ground out of sight. His lean forearms were quivering so badly that he could barely hold his own weight. She had almost passed...he needed to act quickly. He didn't want to ambush her. That would cause her to scream and run, and possibly draw more attention. That was the last thing he wanted.
As soon as she strode by his hiding spot, he quietly and nimbly moved out onto the sand behind her, his long legs clearing a short distance quickly. He paused to watch her hips sway and her delicate fingers sweep past her rear as her arms swung...and was suddenly hit once again with her aroma. It was overpowering now that he was so close to her.
He stumbled. Just at the night elf began to turn to see what had disturbed the sand, Adonis grabbed her by the wrist. As predicted, she opened her mouth to scream, but he was ready and clamped his other hand over it. He spun her around, her back to his thundering chest, and wrapping his bicep under her chin, he dragged her back into the forest.