Speaking of Starseekers, I’m sad. Not angry, not frustrated, just sad. Sad that I will never be able to breed with Aranna Starseeker and lick every single Elvish orifice on that young, pure body. Oh, how I would give my left testicle just to have a chance to suckle on the tips of her elongated Night Elf ears. I would literally rip out my own eyeballs if it meant I could taste the sweat on her skin behind her forelock and bangs. I feel like I could bust the biggest nut of my life just by looking at her innocent green eyes behind those glasses, and that’s just with her measly 2D representation. I would go on a exploration of her labia through my tongue like she went on a exploration of Outlands. I would literally pay her just to step on my balls to have a better vantage point to see the unexplored lands. I would bathe her with my drool after she came back from her daily exploration, her noble Elven body covered with sweet, fragrant sweat, a literal elixir of love I would slurp out of her purplish skin every single day. But knowing that I will never be able to do any of these in this life makes me real sad.