Torn Apart by Anaie

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Anaie wandered the streets of Ogrimmar all night her weapons stowed away safely out of her reach and most of her armor hidden away as well. She had snuck away from Grogkor earlier in the evening, unable to rest. She would not be fighting this eve, and if the scourge curse took her tonight, she did not care if she was put down once and for all.

For the third time in her life she had destroyed her family... this time was different however... this time she felt something she had never felt before.... guilt.

The scourge caused her to take her first two families... her crew the eve she rose as undead, and then later her parents, and youngest sister. But this time it was her own doing, and it hurt the most. Not only was she now distanced from her twin, Syreena, but it put Grogkor, and all the others that had supported her, in a poor situation as well... but worst of all were the words uttered to her by the Mistress... Anaie sighed and spoke softly, "Lascivious..."

She was told to not use the title any longer, as she was not under the guidance of the Grim any longer... told how it was not the attack on the elf that garnered her exile, but the lies that were told to cover it. Anaie did not know how the Mis-... Lascivious knew that she was lying... but regardless she did.

Anaie tried to tell her that she only spoke to cover up the attack as she believed it was what she thought was best for the Grim and Lascivious' position, considering there were others present during the questioning. Tried to explain that she never truely intended to kill the elf, just make her suffer great pains, as the elf made Kromag suffer...

Anaie thought of all Grims as part of a family, but especially Kromag... his torments and actions reminded her of himself, she saw him as a brother if you will. The actions of the elf infuriated her, coupled with the disgust felt by some of the elfs past, it was all she could take. She let her anger the the better of her, and now she was the one suffering without family. Anaie had heard the elf already joined forces with the group Sanctuary, the very ones that the elf betrayed a fellow Grim to... and her hands shook with rage.

She thought back to Grogkor, sleeping where she had left him, and her beloved sister, Syreena, and again sighed. How could she have let it come to this...

As she entered the Dag she never felt the headaches that normally let her escape the clutches of the Lich... the takeover was sudden...

Claws bared, the assassin stalked the darkened alleys... blood would be spilled this eve.
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Shadows in the drag are usually dark during the day. At night time it's near impossible to see where one is going. A figure stands on the second level of the Drag shrouded in darkness. A new moon in the sky makes the only light the torchs and braziers on the ground below. Anaie isn't alone this night.

Chaindog smelled her scent on the dry wind in Orgrimmar and tracked her. Anaie's scent a little different this time. When Chaindog found her she noticed the weapons where done. Her cat was silent and prowling beside her master as it understands that her master is hunting.

Looking down and seeing Anaie in a stalking stance, her claws bare and the look of murder on her face is plain to see.

'Maybe a little culling tonight might thin da weaker horde.' Thought Chaindog. Chaindog would watch Anaie as she hunts tonight. 'Even if she kill a few Grim, perhaps deir weakness would provide an example.'

'And so the hunt begins...'
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Anaie awoke as she always did when she fell under the control... covered in bits of flesh, bone and other gore. She somehow made her way from the Drag, the last place she remembers being, to somewhere in the wildlands of Durotar. The sounds of the sea were near to her east, and the drums of Troll music to the north and east, Sen'Jin village most likely.

"Now who didja 'urt...." she muttered to herself. Anaie gazed southward toward the Valley of Trials, and truely hoped the younglings stationed there were spared her assault. She had no care of the lives of strangers, but to assault those horde so incapable of defense, there was no joy in that. "Damn you Lich.... I will come and kill you soon enough..."

Anaie turned to the north and sprinted back toward Razor Hill and onward to Orgrimmar, she would retrieve her weapons and armors and once again leave Azeroth behind.
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Bodies lay scattered where they fell. Younglings and trainers alike. Standing amidst them all in the middle of the Valley of Trials is Chaindog. Her cat is busy tearing at a corpse of a young orc trying to get at the meat.

A young voice can heard behind a rock outcropping. "Is she gone?"

Having tracked Anaie to the Valley of Trials and watched the carnage ensue, Chaindog remained unseen to Anaie and watched her kill. Chaindog also watched the younglings to see what they would do. Most merely fled in terror and screamed for their lives. They died for it. A few however, kept their wits about them.

"Yes, she be gone youngling. She be gone." says Chaindog.

Slowly, two of them crawl out from behind the outcropping. Another suddenly appears from the shadows. They are cautous, and huddle together near Chaindog.

Chaindog looks down at them and says, "What be today's lesson? You need not answer but know that you all be surviving when most did not. Should you be making your 20th season come find me and remember da name The Grim."
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