‘You were quiet when you came back. I should have known.’ There was silence for a few moments to weigh the option of a conciliatory gesture or a final imprecation under my breath. As there was no clear choice, I sagged into the sand further and rubbed my aching legs. ‘Yes. You’re angry, Dzivah can […]
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Pity.
November 27th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
I don’t even care any more. And that is the greatest freedom: the freedom from one’s imperiled emotions. When apathy kicks in, you have not lost. Not in my opinion. When you no longer care for them, it is they who have lost, not you. You have conquered. The greatest tragedy for him is to become completely […]
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Hearts are idle.
November 17th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
If you seek to pay for your transgressions in my blood, and not your own, then is there not a fundamental flaw in your methods? Apologies have become pointless, vapid, hollow expressions employed merely so that one may continue to garner favor in a one-sided relationship. This is how it has come to devolve between […]
Doomed.
October 31st, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
After every great burn, I die. I die and I die. But before I burn away forever, I shall remember these strange yet tender moments. These rare feelings. The camaraderie I have never experienced before. The Sandfury was the first. She helped me to change my mind, and helped me to realize that my judgments […]
Feather and claw.
October 28th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal, The Tribe
Once more Drek’tal takes me to hunt. He feels his duty now is to impart wisdom on me. “Dzivah shall require no new mate in the event of my death. She will be self-sufficient” he remarks to the Tribal Mother. Ah, they’re both quite ignorant when they speak of what I can and cannot do. […]
On the run.
October 12th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal, The Tribe
“Get your shit, and your bear. We are leaving.” I didn’t protest, as much as I despise him ordering me around. This is my fault. Drek’tal is acting in my best interest, even if he is taking the opportunity to make me feel like dirt for my transgressions. So we rode out of Durotar, under the auspices of a […]
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Feed me.
August 11th, 2011 · No Comments · Diary pages, The Primal
He returns, blowing through my life again like a hurricane. An imperious whirlwind of a man, that is what he is. He taunts lesser men and offers to feed me their carcasses, and I find myself salivating at the thought of the scraps from his table. Pathetic? Maybe. True? Unequivocally.
At long last.
July 11th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
He reponds. HE RESPONDS! The temperature in my body goes up even before I read the first word. By the end of it, I am clutching the page and letting out ragged breaths. Primal. Frostmane. Savage. Where are you?
Overwhelming.
June 9th, 2011 · No Comments · The Primal
If I admit that this is beyond my control, then I might lose my very self. I cannot draw breath without his chill snagging in my blood. The Primal takes what he pleases.
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