Memories of a Monster

Funny how with traveling companions, the longest journey seems to pass so easily. 

With the stink of raw rat on my breath and the slimy f’lassil salve glistening on my naked and bloody body, I began making my way toward Tranquillien in the hopes of finding a healer. 

How fresh the memories, how they burn, like hot coals strapped in barbed-wire bracers upon my arms and legs! 

“Welcome to Orgrimmar, have you come to serve the Horde?”

“No, you green-skinned savage, I have come here to murder you and exterminate your species and remove all evidence of them from my world!  You are the cause of all our suffering, and the reason I am an outcast monster!”