Loyalty to a Master
His tail swept when he glared at the wrathguard. nix-ithak. to any warlock, a wrathguard, as soul-bound as nix was, could be compared to a toy or tool. perhaps a companion for some.
Fel Prison
The two “meatbags” were brought to one portal located at the far end of the facility, with the wrathguards carrying the orc while gul’dan was allowed to walk freely. none of the wrathguards reacted to it.
Returning the Journal
“i heard, pet,” answers a wrathguard. naked, exposed, the wrathguard looks at you with glowing green eyes while he ushers the eager worgen onto his lap.
Teaching them Humility 3
I need you fitted, slave,” said the wrathguard, producing a collar. it was made of leather and pieces of metal, each covered with runes.
Teaching them Humility 4
“that was pointless,” he mumbled before he stopped… and saw that instead of a typical wrathguard waiting for him, grinning and chuckling, he faced a pair of scaly legs. gray-blue scales. “what is it?”
Journal of Vendris Ashenfang
._ _he is a wrathguard; he should be used to the filth and battle. self-care is beneath him and not part of his duties. when i told him, he explained he had done everything and even taught the imps how to behave.
Fearful Priest
You know your role here,” said the wrathguard, reaching for one leg iron. he lifted it before attaching it to lyam’s right leg. one single weight… but as soon as the wrathguard let the boulder drop, lyam almost dropped right.
Fearful Priest 6
.”_ lyam huffed, glancing at his right… at a couple of draeneis, being forced to make out while impaled on wrathguards’ cocks. they moaned, groaned… but their attitude was one to be ensnared by pleasure. much like he’d been.
Waxing Perversion
Then he pointed it at a naga, showing his slit; a worgen pulling on his cheeks… a wrathguard huffing while his obscene erection was… visible. the more he took photos, the more he noted the stamp marks on those statues’ genitals.