Tabaqui

(Originally posted January 19th, 2006) 

Night on the beach, crash of waves, seabreeze taking the stink of smoke and blood as upon the mountain the troll city burns.  Tabi grins at me feraly. 

"Are you happy now?" 

I brush cinders from my cloak, grinning at her in return.  "Muuuccch better."

(Originally posted January 17th, 2006) 

Unable to sleep, I stare at the ceiling of my quarters in the Undercity.  My new friend has no such problem; the small, orange cat lays tucked in the crook of my arm.  I reach down with my other hand to scratch him behind the ears.

You need a pet! she tells me, smiling.  Odd where comfort can come from these days.

(Originally posted January 12th, 2006)

This can't be happening... I've lost track of how many times I've said that over the last day.  Disaster has been averted, but only just, and no thanks to me.  So focused on myself, on my own needs, I've failed my friends.  Fought one and beaten him into the ground, though I may have saved his life, and Tabaqui's - but if anyone gets credit for saving them, it's Wildmane, who held them at the Bulwark while... later, that...  Failed to protect Tabi or Crimonia from Valgasha.  Failed even to fight him in the first instance because I was holding Tabi down so Crimmy could draw forth the darkness...

I told Thrall’tukk once, that if I had my way, I would stay at home, be a tailor, and never fight again.  He didn’t believe me, and I’m starting to believe he was right.  I am certainly at home more now that I have been in recent days, but I find there are times when I just have to, move.

Pand is kind enough to check in on Leiral those short times I’m gone, and I’m terrified that she’ll wake up when I’m away.  I believe she’d forgive me, she understands the need to go, but I don’t think I’d ever forgive myself.

I just can’t seem to help it.

*left rolled up in a leather case under a certain tree, by a certain pool, in a certain corner of Stranglethorn Vale*

((picture under the break))

So much is happening so fast.  I feel as if my head is spinning.  The Dark Portal has opened, for one thing, and demons are now coming through it.  And I know it won't be long before Tundra goes through it too.  And one way or another, I will go with him.

"S-she d-doesn't h-have a m-mother."

Sometimes it's interesting to sit back and look at our lives.  Look at the people around us.  Just...

"Hello Tundra."

"Good evening Shivae."

"Everything okay?"

"Bless you, mortals, for this release....Hakkar controls me no longer!"

The Alliance seems bent on bringing down the leaders of the Horde.   They tried again to attack Cairne, and this time even made it to his Tent.  Do they think us so stupid as to forget

Zul'Gurub.

It seems to be the only time I see Tundra lately.  There and the Zhevra.  But....

Since I felt Brawne die, things have been a whirlwind of emotions.

Despair.     That I have lost a good friend.  And I don't even know why?

For two days he was gone, and for two days he blocked me out....

I saw him there by the pond on the lower rise of Thunder Bluff, standing next to Borel and Jessa and another Shaman.  I reached out and touched his arm...

(( Originally posted 2006/01/26 )) 

I woke with a start, the recollection of my nightmare fading already. I am sure it had something to do with Stratholme. I relocated Tabaqui's pillow to the ground and moved a bit away, so I would not wake her with my pen scratchings.

(( Originally posted 2006/01/24 ))

I have not put pen to paper in some time now. Partly it is the confrontation with Valgasha — and whatever allies he may have — and partly it is an awful weariness that has crept over me. I spent more time slumbering than awake, now. Tabaqui seems worried, but we have much larger problems right now.

Dear Mother and Father,

I've been scared. I haven't even written you since last time, months ago. Not since Lady Cheraville died. She was murdered, and Aluella told me someone was killing nobles. That I might be in trouble. Since then I've been in Kalimdor, mostly. Sometimes I'll come back to Stormwind or Darkshire for a little bit. I visited Khaz Modan. But whenever I am in the Eastern Kingdoms I am looking over my shoulder, worrying that the other person walking the same way on an errand is following me, that kind of thing. I don't like it.