The wind whipped outside of Kiiarah's home on Azeroth as she settled in, letting out a light sigh as she removed the last piece of her Mail armor and set her rifle beside her bed. She flexed her toes, still wrapped in the same wraps she had been wearing through her months of adventuring outside of her home, and stretched her arms out above her head to relax herself. She could feel every muscle in her body loosen up as she did so, trying to relax the best she could before she left once more to rejoin the fight on Draenor. Gently she slipped her home robes over her shoulders, getting ready for at least one night of relaxation on the planet she called home. Her warp-stalking friend sat curled up outside the front door, relaxing in the sun as the shadow of the forest and the falling leaves hit the ground around them.
Slowly she stood, feeling the air around her feet finally helping to relax. Even though she hadn't changed her foot wrappings, she was still feeling much better. Now it was time to go out to the kitchen and make herself a small meal, something to tide her over until she decided to venture out and hunt something for the dinner table to share with her pets. She kept a dagger on her at all times just in case, but in truth, she didn't fear much at her home. Slowly she made her way around the corner when she saw it...
"What is this?" She asked, as Mathew looked up from the floor laying before her. He couldn't understand her language, coming across to him as completely foreign yet beautiful. "A spy?"
"What?" Mathew whimpered up in confusion, having just made his way back into the realm of conciousness. He felt his body quaking with pleasure as he looked up to the creature standing high above him, the scent of her feet lofting over his tiny body.
"It speaks another language..." Kiiarah groaned, looking down to him with a smirk as she lifted her foot up over his tiny body. He pushed himself up onto his elbows for a moment, before being pressed back to the ground beneath her arch. His tiny body struggled beneath the huntress as she pinned him, gagging and coughing on the scent. Pleasure pulsed through his body with every beat of his heart as he struggled, feeling himself welling with anticipation again. "I hope that shrinking potion was worth it, Human. You came to the wrong home to steal secrets."
Slowly the pressure increased, further throwing the little Mathew into a frenzy of pleasure before his bones began to snap. With a shift of her weight, she felt his body collapse against her over-used foot wrappings, his blood staining the fabric slightly as she gently gave him a twist. Without remourse she lifted her foot, snagging a tissue from her pocket to wipe his remains from her sole. In a single scrape what was left of his tiny body was scooped into the towel before she twisted it in her fingers, tossing it aside to a table nearby.
"Alliance Spies... Next one i'll have more fun with." She said with a smirk, continuing down the hall toward her kitchen.