A Cruel's Short Story: Harmful Arindrel

"The harpy holds a unique place in our mythology. They represent both danger and desire. More than one legend tells of a brash hunter coming to ruin when his lust for a harpy overwhelmes his caution.", the tauren leered suggestively as he picked up the pendant and laid it in the palm of his immense hand. He held it up so that Arindrel could appreciate the fine details of the piece. The figure was that of a voluptuous woman, featuring an exaggerated bust and hips almost as wide as her painted wings. It was clearly a harpy, but so stylized that it wasn't obvious at a glance. Kul hadn't neglected is worksmanship, though. There were enough detail carved into the harpy's naked body that she could feel a blush rise to her cheeks. The tauren let out a low, rumbling laugh. She figured he had …show more content…
Passion. Lust. Even love. Come, here. Look at their expressions." He beckoned Arindrel over to where he stood, in front of the statue. She did, and immediately saw what he was referring to. Neither the scuplted tauren nor her centaur paramour showed a hint of displeasure in their finely carved faces. "It is not so different from the philosophy of the Darkmoon Faire. Though they continue to deny my application to display my work." He muttered the last, tossing his sadly.

Arindrel thought to point out that it was hardly surprising that they wouldn't display such lewd sculpture, but Kul looked so dejected that she held her tongue. Instead, "Pity. It's a shame to keep such a fine specimen hidden..." She waved her hand to indicate the centaur's hindquarters, and then cast a significant leer at Kul's crotch. He caught the hint.

"Ahem. Yes, it is. But we have more interesting things to discuss, I think. Will you join me?", he laid his hand on her shoulder and steered her towards the front of the tent, courteously holding aside the flap to usher her