Hakkajin's blog

     It was a long walk through the Vale. The cheaply designed cart and its warped wheels fought with the bear pulling at it with every tiny pebble. When the shattered road had to be abandoned the work-load for the 800 pound bear doubled as she had to strain against the harness to urge the cart through the shrubbery. The difficulty, aside from the cheap cart, was the load it carried – two gigantic stones.

     When the destination was reached the bear panted slightly and eyed the two gently sloped mounds already harboring weeds. All that marked the location were two pathetic stones.

. . . . . . .

     “Hey, girl, wake up.” A finger poked Hakka’s neck until she complied.

    “..wuh?”

    “Wake up. You’re not hurt enough to be sleeping like this anymore.”

    Hakka thought she was the one who should decide how tired she was, but the finger kept on poking her and she just didn’t have the energy or motivation to try and catch it. Instead, she just groaned more.

    “Up, up!”

    “..why?”

((Continued from Aquaphobia))

     The ground was hard.

     It was dark.

     She was cold.

    She went back to sleep.

    When she opened her eyes again it was too dark to see. Without any stimulation she was able to focus on how wonderful breathing felt – it was a cool, wonderful refreshing sensation despite the ache it caused in her chest. Everything felt so heavy and tired. Sleep would be nice.

. . . . . . . .

    “Grah, how’d this get in here?” she heard some female troll say. Hakka cracked her tired eyes just enough to see some sort of light source when she turned her head towards the noise, but she could make out nothing else. Her eyelids soon slid between the light and her view.

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((Continued from The Shattering))

     Forward. Forward so fast her body trembled and without the plate covering her chest would have been crushed. The belly of the beast roared like madness. There was no struggling to break surface because movement within the overbearing pressure was impossible. Only the water could dictate how she was to move.

     The trees screamed as the wave ripped their canopies from their roots. Splinters of their innards were sent hurdling past her and Zy as they ran for their lives. Too fast. Too fast. It was too fast.

     Zy turned out to be the faster runner. The plate placed too much weight on her and so she couldn’t match his longer strides for the duration that was needed to make it to the grounded Zeppelin.

     The roar of the monstrosity was deafening. This was not a foe that could be killed or defeated, and when the ocean’s shadow replaced the sky Hakka knew she was done for in this race. The noise of the snapping trees and the bellows of the surf numbed her mind to thought, but there were only two things she needed to focus on: Seeing that Zy made it to safety, and then some sort of shelter for herself that may not lead to instant death from the cresting wave.

The ­­­leaves dancing past the canvas of her tent were her anchor. Her eyes fixated on their shadows as though they were her guide. There was nothing else that could quench her rage but time, and these playful silhouettes would help ease the wait. She had already verbally ripped off Zy’s ear just as she had physically done so to that other priest. By this point even Hakka knew she was out of control, and so she had self-exiled herself back to her tent until she felt better. Dutaee had wanted her to wait by his tent for a verbal lashing of his own, but Hakka was in no mood to stand up to such a thing at the moment, and so here she was, curled up in the back of her tent and glaring at shadows.

Hakkajin’ju braced her elbows against each side the tabletop, the chin in her palms dangerously close to scraping against the wood in misery. The smug face of Xiuhteena towered over the battlefield sketched out by the timber’s grains. Hakka drooped father on the table until her nasal cavities were digesting the scent of splinters. The opponent tried to persuade her, “Just kiss ‘em.”

“No!” was Hakka’s abrupt response. The retaliation had once been a lot more verbal and clever, but the constant badgering by Xiuhteena and her personal army the night before had worn down Hakka’s patience to think. In desperation to be free of Xiu’s relentless assault on her psyche, Hakka blurted out, “Joo go kiss Kharris!!”

It was a dark land that she traversed through. The Barrens at night was only for the wild things. The cloud cover was thick this night, and so only a faint glow from the heavens made some sort of resemblance of company.

Mmmm, Thunderbluff. The only decent horde city these days, what with the choking dust in Orgrimmar, potentially dying from some disease in the Undercity, or those FUCKING STUPID GUARDS IN SILVERMOON – specifically things named Aestan.

Hakka sat at the edge of Spirit Rise with her legs hanging dangerously off the bluff. Today had been a good day, but scarcely made up for the week. Well, almost. Maybe, depending on how this Balla Kouyaté fellow turned out in the end. Getting to see Ghurab was a plus, too.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid fuckin’ bitch!” the blue wild flower coiled and twirled down to the sandy grass of the tropical grove.

With frustration Hakkajin ripped at the taut leather binding plates of metal to her hands and flung them without care to wherever they might happen to land. This would probably lead to an hour or so hunt the next day. Good. She could think about how harshly she had failed tonight while doing that.

She had promised herself that she would do it. It had been nearly two weeks that she had to psych herself up to it. There had only been one chance and she blew it completely. It was all her fucking fault. She had totally been ready to do it, been the time came she had cowed out like the coward she had always known herself to be. Good thing she had everyone else fooled.

     A heavy presence of mist burdened the air with moisture. No offshore breeze was blowing into the Grizzly Hills, the still blanket of mist saving Hakka from the chilly northern bite. It was the twilight hours of morning, and the birdless silence told her that the fire had gone out. It was also far to early for her to have awakened on her own accord.

This was a problem.

Perhaps more of a catastrophe? At the very least it was certainly the beginnings of one. A problem, a big problem.

Yes, okay, it has already been established that this was a problem. But how do you solve this problem?

Well, of course! By avoiding it all together!

The sound of her breathing might as well as been the only noise which ever existed. The solid helmet encasing her head magnified the noise, and with the lack of background distractions, her respiration overshadowed everything. It would have been a pleasant day in Nagrand if not for the circumstances. The temperature was mostly comfortable and the animals kept to their own desires.

The silence was unnerving, not peaceful, and the smooth tree bark was stiff and uncomfortable. The plate leggings didn't help this. She had been sitting in this exact position for hours.

The thing about quietness wasn't what you heard, but what you didn't. And that was exactly what was bothering her. The elf hadn't made a noise for so long.. even his breathing was shushed.

The icy dew of the jungle night nipped at her poorly clothed skin. An uncommon temperature, and unused to such, Hakkajin stirred into semi-consciousness. Her clothing was soaked from the condensation of cold mist dripped from the leafy canopy sheltering her.

Though difficult to ignore such discomforts of this eerie cold-front, it was possible to return to sleep. And so she did.

A ghostly bellow aroused the troll from dreamless slumber. The foliage around her cast deep shadows in the ebbing moonlight, and when coupled with the peculiar temperature, made the atmosphere appear very ominous.

Oh, what she would give to just have someone to lay with..

I had only been with Rajhakk for three days before he replaced me with another.
He did it right before my eyes when I desperately needed him.
I understand now that the things I crave will not simply fall into my hands.
The only way to be happy is to forcefully take what I desire.

Hakkajin’ju slammed her bare fist into the troll’s face repeatedly. Both of them were entangled in the other’s limbs, each trying to keep the other from the surface. The water slowed their attacks, but regardless, if enough force was applied the effect was still satisfactory!

The larger troll was stuck in a headlock, but while Hakka’s arms were busy keeping that hold and punching, he proceeded to smash his own first into her face.

I' m tired.

Where am I?

Shivae had said that memories were like a stream. To block unwanted ones, all one had to do was place a dam of rocks to hinder the bad ones.

Shivae lied.

 “How did you get to where you are now?  What the hell did Ashhoof do exactly?”  The question placed so bluntly nearly made Hakka wince.

Elledro was going to die. And it was going to be her fault. Meco probably didn’t come alone. Whoever Meco brought along was just going to help pummel Elledro into a bloody pulp for trying to protect her.

Hakkajin couldn’t sit. No. She was pacing. Not only pacing, but running back and forth with worry, straining to see between the leaves to catch sight of Elle. Was he already dead?? Were they coming up to finish her too?

She couldn’t see him.  Wait-   A troll, laying dead on the shore. Elledro!?  Hakka screamed his name.

Hakkajin’ju was now trembling beneath one of the raised bridges in Shattrath, her body huddled up against the stone. She kept mentally telling herself that she was safe now and that everything was okay, but her body would not stop.