Ebonywind lay in the dark listening to the strange night sounds in this place. Terokkar forest was frightening during the day, moreso at night. The strange howls and moans that whispered through the trees chilled the blood. Fortunately she was sleeping in a large, straw filled bed tonight. The noises had badly frightened Daega and Chicken and both creatures insisted on sleeping with her. She knew she was going to have to train the young elekk out of that habit before she got much larger. She did not look forward to a full grown elekk trying to climb into a hammock with her.
Chicken rustled her feathers and clucked nervously as another roaring howl echoed just outside the walls of the outpost. Daega began to shiver and tried to burrow her way under the blanket. Ebonywind sighed and let the elekk in before laying a comforting hand on the chicken. She wasn’t getting nearly enough sleep. She couldn’t bring herself to force them to sleep in the stables where their fear could eat at them all night long but neither would they allow her to rest. She knew she would have to move on soon. Perhaps tomorrow was the day after all.
She had heard of a Horde outpost in a place called Nagrand. She was told of lush green hills and clear blue lakes. She found it hard to believe there could be any beauty left in this shattered world but she would take the chance. On the morrow, she would gather her things and leave this forest of fear and move on to Nagrand.
The nagging feeling she was supposed to be somewhere else had returned as well. Another reason to move on. As if something was grabbing her very soul and dragging her somewhere. To something. It wore on her as much as the night sounds of the forest did. She felt worn out. As if her strength was slowly being squeezed out of her. Her arm was not as sure in battle, her resolve not as strong. She had stopped looking at her reflection when she refilled her water skin because she hardly recognized herself. Her fur was dull and dry. Patches of it were missing from the wounds she took in battle. She had not given herself enough time for them to heal properly. There was pronounced loss of weight. The strong muscles that once wielded hammer and axe with confidence were withering away.
She sighed and hugged Daega close for comfort. She couldn’t keep on like this. This strange world was wearing on her. The constant battles were wearing on her. The loneliness was wearing on her. Most of all the pulling wore on her. She could not find it yet it never let her go.
She had no energy to weep so she lay there silent in the darkness. She needed to move on. She needed something. Hope. A friendly voice. Something.
She sighed. She would move on tomorrow. But she would also contact Grizz. She needed to hear his voice.
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