Mortica
07-30-2007, 05:59 PM
Yichimet had spent days in the dark woods, waking, dreaming, running,and falling asleep to wake and repeat it all again. He had to run fromgroups of Kaldorei who hunted him. In his right mind, he would havetried to tear them apart. Now he saw them as beings of power so immensethat they could flay him with their small finger.
He woke in Darkshore and shivered and looked around, scratching at hisghost hide with a nearly invisible paw. And, almost as soon as he woke,he heard a familiar voice calling to his spirit. He whimpered andcalled back with the only thing left him: his emotions. He was aloneand scared and sick, and tried to send those feelings to the voice inhis head.
It did not take long for Ceryna to find him. Yichimet was running againfrom a lone long-ear when he stumbled into the feet of her felsteed onthe road. He knew this was a friend, so he lay at her feet while shecomforted him and asked him to lead her. He barely recognized thewords. He had been away from speech for some time now. The only placehe knew to take her was the place where he felt most ill, and so helead her to the sword that pierced the land.
Strange creatures wandered in front of him, fatlings and dead men andothers. They chanted and waved their staves. Ceryna kept speaking, buthe didn't understand, and at times he didn't recognize her. Her profileshimmered: now, grey and rotting flesh, now soft and pink and fullyhuman.
Out of instinct Yichimet shifted his spirit back to his Shu'halo body."I do not know where I am," he said. "I do not know who I am."
"I know where you are. I know who you are," Ceryna said. Her eyes were wells of concern.
Yichimet stepped back. "I don't recognize you!" he cried. And just assuddenly he knew her. "Ceryna," he pleaded. "I need to go home. I needHidua."
"Lead me, Yichimet. I will keep you safe."
Dropping in and out of his mind, Yichimet raced as a wolf before Cerynathrough the trees of Kalimdor. One moment he was whimpering at thesilhouette of a stag on the horizon, the next he was throwing theearth's power at Kaldorei who ambushed them on the path.
His legs almost gave out near Splintertree Post, and Ceryna lead him to the Inn in the small military base.
"What has made you so broken, brother?" Ceryna mumbled almost toherself. Yichimet's eyes darted about, seeing things that were notpresent: Fire, Fruit, Demons, Dead.
He woke briefly with Mohan and Ohoye and Ceryna in front of where helay on a cot in the corner. "Mohan. Hidua..." he managed to get outbefore he slipped into the fever again.
The fever kept him. He came to at Freewind Post, and almost sobbed atthe sight of the totems Burning with the demon fire. Sehkar and Nissiand Grainger were there too. An orc huntress stood there as well, onewhom he'd heard stories about, one whose presence convinced him he wasdreaming.
He woke again next to Snowfeather, who purred at his ghost wolf formthat huddled against her cat's flank. He heard the name Hidua spokenagain and again, but could not find the old Sorcerer when he lookedaround.
He woke one last time, on the verge of collapse, and stumbled into thetent that served as an inn. Snowfeather hummed lullabies in his ear.Mohan and Ohoye stood watch with Ceryna. Others were in and out of thetent. He passed from consciousness.
His spirit was trying to move from his body to be among his ancestors.
He woke in Darkshore and shivered and looked around, scratching at hisghost hide with a nearly invisible paw. And, almost as soon as he woke,he heard a familiar voice calling to his spirit. He whimpered andcalled back with the only thing left him: his emotions. He was aloneand scared and sick, and tried to send those feelings to the voice inhis head.
It did not take long for Ceryna to find him. Yichimet was running againfrom a lone long-ear when he stumbled into the feet of her felsteed onthe road. He knew this was a friend, so he lay at her feet while shecomforted him and asked him to lead her. He barely recognized thewords. He had been away from speech for some time now. The only placehe knew to take her was the place where he felt most ill, and so helead her to the sword that pierced the land.
Strange creatures wandered in front of him, fatlings and dead men andothers. They chanted and waved their staves. Ceryna kept speaking, buthe didn't understand, and at times he didn't recognize her. Her profileshimmered: now, grey and rotting flesh, now soft and pink and fullyhuman.
Out of instinct Yichimet shifted his spirit back to his Shu'halo body."I do not know where I am," he said. "I do not know who I am."
"I know where you are. I know who you are," Ceryna said. Her eyes were wells of concern.
Yichimet stepped back. "I don't recognize you!" he cried. And just assuddenly he knew her. "Ceryna," he pleaded. "I need to go home. I needHidua."
"Lead me, Yichimet. I will keep you safe."
Dropping in and out of his mind, Yichimet raced as a wolf before Cerynathrough the trees of Kalimdor. One moment he was whimpering at thesilhouette of a stag on the horizon, the next he was throwing theearth's power at Kaldorei who ambushed them on the path.
His legs almost gave out near Splintertree Post, and Ceryna lead him to the Inn in the small military base.
"What has made you so broken, brother?" Ceryna mumbled almost toherself. Yichimet's eyes darted about, seeing things that were notpresent: Fire, Fruit, Demons, Dead.
He woke briefly with Mohan and Ohoye and Ceryna in front of where helay on a cot in the corner. "Mohan. Hidua..." he managed to get outbefore he slipped into the fever again.
The fever kept him. He came to at Freewind Post, and almost sobbed atthe sight of the totems Burning with the demon fire. Sehkar and Nissiand Grainger were there too. An orc huntress stood there as well, onewhom he'd heard stories about, one whose presence convinced him he wasdreaming.
He woke again next to Snowfeather, who purred at his ghost wolf formthat huddled against her cat's flank. He heard the name Hidua spokenagain and again, but could not find the old Sorcerer when he lookedaround.
He woke one last time, on the verge of collapse, and stumbled into thetent that served as an inn. Snowfeather hummed lullabies in his ear.Mohan and Ohoye stood watch with Ceryna. Others were in and out of thetent. He passed from consciousness.
His spirit was trying to move from his body to be among his ancestors.