He tried to open his eyes, but they were crusted shut. His throat burned from dehydration, and his side felt as if it had been ripped open. It took several moments for him to do so, but then he remembered what had happened.
He had gone out to hunt again, to clear his mind of his growing discontent. While in his favorite grove, he found Harrison, the beast his alpha had been so determined to spare. True to his old position Harrison had found himself in command, only instead of guards it was a pack of feral worgen.
It’s been well over a week since I found him. I’m not too sure how long, but it has been quite a while.
None of the other’s have come by to help or see him. It’s just me and the blue girl. I could expect it of the lady, but I would have thought he was somewhat friends with the others. With Josie, though, I can almost understand why she was not here. It doesn't help that I haven't really tried to hard to let them know.
Morning came and she had remained at his bedside throughout the night. When she awoke she checked his wounds. His arm would mend well enough. There would be some scarring, it would be faint. The hole in his side however, still worried her. He had shifted back into the other form in the night. She remembered in the past him telling her that the human form was one he had to at least keep part of his mind focused on holding. To her this was not a good sign. Still he did heal faster as a wolf than a man.
He settled down on the plains of Nagrand, and set up a small camp. He had left a short note saying he was needing to clear his head. It was only partly true. He fixed his shield into a position across the fire from him, and readied himself for his meditation.
The shield asked him what he intended to do. It's steel face twisting in confusion. This was not part of the plan. This was never discussed with him. The paladin looked at him and spoke "I am tired of running."
I returned to my home the other day. Iarii apologized for what she tried. She swears that she doesn't see me as my father and told me that if I ever want to see her in any light I am free to. I honestly wish the aldor would send her somewhere else.
She still sneaks into my dreams, Iarii. Using those damn powers of the shadows she slips into my mind and tries to focus my dreams into directions of her choosing. I know she is trying to set me on the path that the naaru have directed, but I do not enjoy her being inside my head.
It was night again, and he the wolf craved to be let loose. Once again he left under the cover of darkness after she had fallen asleep.
He went to his usual hunting ground, the grove in Duskwood. He landed his hippogryph and shifted forms. The wolf rejoiced as it was set free of the man. At least until the wind shifted.
The smell was wrong. He was not alone. Kor looked across the grove in the direction of the wind. There he saw a lone worgen, feeding a freshly killed deer. It stopped and sniffed the air, turned and stared at Kor.
Nora felt the moon come out as much as she saw it through the clouds. She had been waiting all day for this moment. Over the last few weeks she had finally found the means to control the change. It was still difficult, but she had learned how. It was easier at night for her to call upon her other half. The moon relaxed her, and seemed to awaken the wolf within.
He awoke in his bed. Once again he was the wolf. He did not know why this kept happening. He knew that Josie would not complain, still she didn't prefer sleeping in bed with it. While she had the gift as well, she did her best not to use it. She preferred to use her other gifts.
In a sense she was much like Uldred. He had hated the gift, had called it a curse. He worked with others to find a cure for it. That was what had originally caused the rift between him and his former lord. Now he hoped it would not repeat itself with Josie.
He woke early that morning. He had planned everything out after returning from the pub the night before. His bags were packed and his traveling clothes were folded neatly and hidden underneath his arm chair. Iarii would sleep peacefully until at least noon, knowing the strength of the potion he slipped into her evening tea the night before. Saltion felt a little bad about it, but it would make their parting easier. He didn't really hate her, he just didn't overly want her in his life. He only obeyed the order given to him to "deal with her."
(these all take place over the day before or day of Winterveil, yes I know it's supposed to be two words, but I feel it's better as one)
Nora...........
She had woken to a light snow falling about the city. Normally she would have to be outside sweeping the steps of the cathedral at this time. Outside, in the cold air. Today, however, she was able to just sit and watch the snow fall.
