Humming softly the druidess was working on a small letter to the editor for the Booty Bay times, intending to complain about the midday parties celebrating prophets that the goblins seemed to be so happy to host. She had moved here shortly after her expulsion from Section 28, hoping that she might return to her former apartment and lay low. It had at the very least let the druidess keep her ears to current affairs, and when she could she would pass along the knowledge and information gained to the appropriate parties. Though she wasn’t fighting directly in the war again the Forsaken, she felt that at the very least her contributions might help.
But as she was writing she suddenly stopped, something was terribly wrong, a whole of pain wracked her form and she went to stand clutching at her chest. It was if a piece of her had been torn away, though she could not grasp how. Images flashed before her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek as she looked towards the door. A frown spread across her face as she straightened herself, nodding slowly and then going to gather supplies.
When her wife entered the next morning carrying the Orange and Crimson feline, there were no words that needed to be uttered, nothing that needed to be spoken between the two. Instead the druidess did the only thing she felt was proper, the manner that she had been instructed to do since her time as a child. Every Kaldorei was familiar with he ritual, as the Nightsabers were just as much a part of their lives and culture as the moon itself. A table with a number of small trinkets and items had been prepared, and a light satin cloth laid upon a table. Surrounding this were a number of candles each lit
The druidess bowed her head softly as she helped Elyxndria lay their fallen comrade across the cloth, gently going to wrap the form, speaking any number of prayers with each fold of the cloth, each tiny step measured and committed. All the while she held the hand of her beloved, squeezing at it softly as she knew the pain she bore must be beyond measure. Since the day she had first known the Sin’dorei, Ghost had been a constant and loyal companion.
There were nights that the two shared that only the Springpaw was aware of, times of weakness, sadness, and happiness only shared with the beast. So she took very special care, using a fragment of druidic magic to remove one of Ghost’s Fangs, a ritual so practices and slow, caring for the remains no different then that of a child or loved one.
Placing the fang upon a necklace she began to pray before handing over the fang and accompanying leather binding to her wife. She gave a weak smile as she spoke, “Let her watch over you now and forever as she always has” before turning away, imaging that Elynxdria had her own host of rituals she wished to perform.
Still, it was impossible not to mourn the lost of the fallen feline, in many ways Alnarra had grown so attached to the loveable beast that seeing her like this only seemed to cut into her heart. She was yet another loss in a string of losses, another death in the cruel and needless war, more then that she had grown to adopt Ghost like she was no different form one of her own saber’s
Sighing softly she went to excuse herself. She knew already the source of this death, the cause of the feline’s demise and it tore her asunder. On one hand, she had hoped that perhaps she had made some progress with Astra, some manner of reaching the person still inside; however, the feline that lay upon the table inside was more then enough proof that perhaps such efforts had utterly been in vain. All the while there was a boiling anger, beyond words, beyond thought. The rage that ran through her veins seemed to grow with each passing day, the struggle to not simply take herself to the Kul Tiran homeland and murder Orc, Troll, Sin’dorei, Forsaken, Tauren, Nightborne, Goblin and more.
She wanted nothing less then to feel the whole of her form coated in the blood them all for what had transpired, and the springpaw’s lifeless form was yet another reminder of that boiling rage. She closed her eyes and tried to focus, tried to maintain her balance. If it slipped now there was no telling if it could ever
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