Post by Chemukh on Apr 29, 2013 13:34:03 GMT 1
The morning sun was reflecting off the lake beneath her, the breeze blowing her mane in her face. It had been almost two years since Chemukh had last visited the place she had at some point called home.
Mulgore.
Smelling the dry grass, the warm breeze blowing in her fur, seeing the Rolling Plains... It brought back many memories, good and bad. When she was just a youngling she had been trained to be a killing machine. It is not who I am, she would tell herself. Many years had passed since. She had grown up, she had learned that she was good for more things than just slaying whatever crossed her path.
To the south, the battlements had been risen. To protect Mulgore and The Bluffs. Yet it made her feel sad to think how the Shu'Halo who grew up in Mulgore now, might never feel the need to wander. She feared the big wall might keep them in Mulgore, forever. The thought sent chills down her spine as she turned and walked towards the great, wooden battlements.
As she scaled the stairs leading up to the lookout post of the battlements, she remembered why she had left in the first place. To explore, to find herself and to run from whatever she had been molded into. On her journeys she had seen many things, some were amazing, some still sent a jab of fear into her heart. Having crossed the Frozen Wasteland that is Ice Crown had left many scars on the young Shu'Halo, visible as well as not.
When she reached the top of the battlements, a great shadow lay beneath her. An'She was being kept from touching the ground in this barren place. On the other side of the wall, there was destruction, battles, enemies. Not a friendly soul in sight.
She knew that a little to the North was a friendly camp, but that was all. The Barrens had once been a fairly safe place to travel, but those days were gone. Her gaze scanned the horizon and all she saw was Alliance banners and the horrible thorns of the Pig Men.
Nothing of Taurajo remained, it was smoldering from the fires. Her thoughts strayed to the Shu'Halo who lost their lives there and her anger flared. Her emerald green eyes were covered by an orange haze and as she looked down to gather her focus to calm down, she saw it.
The Old Mistrunner Camp.
Her eyes watered, something that she was not used to. She blinked a few times, but the sadness took over. She knelt against the railing and felt little but despair. Shu'Halo history had been made there and now there was nothing but broken tents and fences. It looked as though the camp had been torched and Chemukh couldn't understand what had happened.
Who would do this, who deserved her revenge? Was the Tribe still alive? Did it even still exist?
Her thoughts drifted to the Shu'Halo she had once known... Groax, her cousin Revatha, old Aroh who had always tried to guide her, but she had never listened. What a fool, she had been.
What a joke to her people.
Chemukh sat down by the railing and stared at the empty camp for hours, when the crying stopped she did not know. She didn't even know why she was crying. Was it the sense of loss, helplessness or failure? These were all feelings she was not accustomed to.
Maybe it's about time she stepped up, and did what was right...
Mulgore.
Smelling the dry grass, the warm breeze blowing in her fur, seeing the Rolling Plains... It brought back many memories, good and bad. When she was just a youngling she had been trained to be a killing machine. It is not who I am, she would tell herself. Many years had passed since. She had grown up, she had learned that she was good for more things than just slaying whatever crossed her path.
To the south, the battlements had been risen. To protect Mulgore and The Bluffs. Yet it made her feel sad to think how the Shu'Halo who grew up in Mulgore now, might never feel the need to wander. She feared the big wall might keep them in Mulgore, forever. The thought sent chills down her spine as she turned and walked towards the great, wooden battlements.
As she scaled the stairs leading up to the lookout post of the battlements, she remembered why she had left in the first place. To explore, to find herself and to run from whatever she had been molded into. On her journeys she had seen many things, some were amazing, some still sent a jab of fear into her heart. Having crossed the Frozen Wasteland that is Ice Crown had left many scars on the young Shu'Halo, visible as well as not.
When she reached the top of the battlements, a great shadow lay beneath her. An'She was being kept from touching the ground in this barren place. On the other side of the wall, there was destruction, battles, enemies. Not a friendly soul in sight.
She knew that a little to the North was a friendly camp, but that was all. The Barrens had once been a fairly safe place to travel, but those days were gone. Her gaze scanned the horizon and all she saw was Alliance banners and the horrible thorns of the Pig Men.
Nothing of Taurajo remained, it was smoldering from the fires. Her thoughts strayed to the Shu'Halo who lost their lives there and her anger flared. Her emerald green eyes were covered by an orange haze and as she looked down to gather her focus to calm down, she saw it.
The Old Mistrunner Camp.
Her eyes watered, something that she was not used to. She blinked a few times, but the sadness took over. She knelt against the railing and felt little but despair. Shu'Halo history had been made there and now there was nothing but broken tents and fences. It looked as though the camp had been torched and Chemukh couldn't understand what had happened.
Who would do this, who deserved her revenge? Was the Tribe still alive? Did it even still exist?
Her thoughts drifted to the Shu'Halo she had once known... Groax, her cousin Revatha, old Aroh who had always tried to guide her, but she had never listened. What a fool, she had been.
What a joke to her people.
Chemukh sat down by the railing and stared at the empty camp for hours, when the crying stopped she did not know. She didn't even know why she was crying. Was it the sense of loss, helplessness or failure? These were all feelings she was not accustomed to.
Maybe it's about time she stepped up, and did what was right...