| LiShen | Created on Tuesday, 11 May 2010 20:03 |
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The first thing I remember was waking up in a shallow puddle, rain drops were coming down so hard it felt like it was pinching my skin. My stomach was growling I guessed I hadn't ate for days and the only thing I could remember was that I had been lost, Scared and alone. I got up and just walked unrelentlessly until I found myself staring up at a very large gate, I could smell something delicious the scent felt like it was attacking my insides. I slipped through the gate carefully, for some reason I didn't feel right in this particular place. I didn't know where I was going but my nose certainly did, before I knew it I was staring at a large pot over a fire from outside a window. The stuff didn't look that delicious but my stomach was on a mission, I watched as a man and woman argued and left the room. Without hesitation I hopped through the window and had grabbed that steaming hot pot right in my hands and back out the window again. It took some time before I realized the pain and a scream escaped my lips before I could grasp the thought of it. The adrenaline from the pain, and the screaming and shouting from the man and woman that had finally realized their soup was missing, drove me through a frenzy towards the east. Before I knew it I was staring at a very old woman with eyes that could pierce the soul of any immortal. I didn't know it then but as I grew friends with the old woman I learned of her name, it was Storm, she was a shaman. As I was trying to survive in this strange place, without any though I grew very weary of the guards that hung about the gates. Since my only resource for food was Squirrels and rabbits sometimes I'd get hungry for something else and resort to the five finger trade we all know as stealing. I grew sick of this place, sick of the rude people, sick of the stale food, I spoke to Storm about it often. She would speak about this place she used to live, The wilderness for some strange reason this place reminded me of my own home that I couldn't remember. I grew to love her stories, I would bring her her favourite apple blossoms and she would tell me about The Wilderness like it was a dream. One night I was terribly hungry, and sick of the same old rabbit, chestnut and squirrel meat. So I took off through the city and found myself sniffing out a magnificent feast, but before I could find the where it was coming from someone had empty a dirty bucket of, I am not sure what out there window that just happened to land on my head. The rage blinded me so bad I flew into a fit, before I knew it I had killed one man running for another. The screams of the first man had alarmed the guards though and I had been out numbered within minutes. They over powered my little body and had dragged me out there southern gate, where they tied me up against a tree. At this point I was in and out of conciousness, they had beaten my body senseless and were about to continue on with no remorse. That was when it happened, it seemed like a dream this man he moved so quick and swift but every blow was precise and to the point. Before I knew it I was being carried away glancing around at the five or so dead guards as I did. His name was HavocRecka, before long I had become a family member of the Horde and I hadn't felt at home like that in quite sometime. It was the family that I had been searching for in some ways but there was still that part of me that wanted to find out where I came from, and where it all started. The only thing that ever really reminded me of home was the sweet scent of fish, yes I know strange... fish smelling sweet, but it did to me. I only new that I had woken up north of what I knew was now Buya and that it was the only way to find my past. So I set out north towards the mountains of the arctic, it was snowing a bit but not too much. The cool snow landing on my hot face felt wonderful, as I galloped on my horse towards whatever was out there. As I reached a clearing, I could smell something delicious it was that sweet smelling fish that I have craved all my life. I couldn't help myself but race across the clearing as fast as I could, my decision was hasty and I had soon realized that I was riding on a very large lake of ice. My horses hooves pounded the ice in a bad way, the creaking and than the cracking, and soon I was under water. The horse had kicked me to the side as I hit my head against the large ice chunks around us, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and had blacked out. I woke up to a familiar face, scraggly and rough with a large beard filled with icicles. I reached up and he grabbed my hand, as I did he called my "love", I couldn't help but remember. A sudden flash of memories of being a child, sitting on my father's horse as he hunted for game. He hugged me, and my insides warmed instantly, I finally felt home. That night there was a feast in my honor, for returning home but there was a fear in the people's eyes all around me. As if I struck a fear inside them before I could even explain myself. That night they explained they had gone on a hunt close to the cliffs, and I had wandered off without my family. They looked high and low for me, they had feared the worst and thought I had died. My father was the head hunter, he had gone on many journey's to find me but they never looked passed the Gate's for the family's tradition is to stay away from those parts. I explained to them that I had found a home, it was full of love and happiness and they were like a family to me in ways no one else could fill, My father was furious he wanted me to stay with the Tabar'nak but his brother the Elder, known as Tabarnak convinced him that it was my destiny to be who I am today. That man, woman or beast could persuade my decision for I had grown into a beast myself. I stayed with them for as long as I could stay away from the Horde as possible, but they knew I was missing my home. I promised I would always be apart of their family and that I'd never forget about them. I still visit to this day and I will always be there for them. - Neith Tabar'nak |
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