Uzil

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The line twitched.

Smoke spreads above us.
Thoughts stretch below,
Searching for water,
Yearning to know.

Sand blows, wind grows
Sweeping over dusty plain
Out we ride, turn our eyes
From the camp again

((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.

Winter's veil decends.

It was the sun.

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.

“Please excuse this interruption, but do you happen to live in Stranglethorn Vale?”, asked the ugly, rotten corpse standing on the pathway before her in the Drag of Orgrimmar.

(Originally posted April 7th, 2006)

I stared down at Hakkajin. Aulli had torn out her throat; Kharak and I had drug Aulli off her while the others pulled her around the corner of the building. Now they knelt around the fallen troll - Ghurab, Kharak, Uzil, Undel. Malyce stood watchfully with Spite nearby, on guard.

Why was I interfering? This was a cultist. A Hakkarite. A sworn enemy.

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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.

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

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So much in so little a time.  Why do things always seem to happen so quickly?  And now I find myself here of all places...