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| Nayan | Thu Nov 25, 2010 7:26 pm Post #1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The whisperer in the dark
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For a long time, he stood by the campfire, gazing out in the distance. The druid had said he'd return. But he never did. He smiled bitterly. Should've known. He reached for the ground, shaping another symbol. His own silent way to pray for a blissful life unto the young druid who gave me a spark of hope he's not alone in this world. But he was. A Primal always is. Perhaps it was better this way. No harm could be caused to anyone but himself. And he could take it. Slowly, he rised to walk towards the settlement. He had promised to bid them his last farewell before departing. An alarming unrest was swimming through the air like oil slowly mingling with the clean waters of the rivers. It had been building up for some time already. He felt a calling, he needed to leave Stonetalon. Where to, he did not know. But he felt the urge, the same urge that animals feel when danger approaches, as they scatter away from their home. Stonetalon was never a home for him, a temporary refuge away from the world, but it was as close to home as one could find for him. The druids nodded, their faces grim. They knew too. With only a small satchel on his shoulder, he walked. No more than a couple of days had passed, when he approached Desolace. The ground beneath his feet was becoming less and less grassy. Less and less alive. He kept walking, through rocky paths and barren wastelands. The clouds seemed to approach every day that passed. Every evening, he'd camp and whisper his carved prayers. He sometimes found himself wishing his only company would have returned. He realised there was more to it than simple reminiscing. They hadn't spent long together. No. There was something else. Until one evening he heard it. Interrupting his daily routine, the shapes no longer took the form he gave them. They became distorted. The earth moved - ever so slightly at first, more and more as time went by. He was certain. The earth moved. What was it that Azeroth was about to welcome? The rumbling roar made his heart shrivel. It was not long before dust raised, as a shrieking howl filled the air. He raised his head. Shadows crawled all over the area. The trembling grew stronger. "By the loa.." he whispered to himself, as he was covered by the shadows of the destruction that was to befall the world. A lifeless body lies on a Desolace hill. The body of a Primal. It bears no difference from any other body, other than his characterestics. A scar on the inside of his right hand, among them. And on that day, there were far too many dead bodies everywhere. |
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| Ajina | Thu Nov 25, 2010 10:56 pm Post #2 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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