A ripple moves through the air. A wolf sniffs along the ground, searching for something. The world is dark, but Awatu can see the wolf from above. He watches curiously, as the wolf stops and looks up, then around. It lets out a howl, but is silent. The craggy land of Durotar spreads out before the Tauren, beyond the new wetlands lies the Barrens and the high trees of Ashenvale to the north. The sea expands eastward. The wolf looks up, then vanishes.
A steady rhythm, low and distant, causes ripples through the air. The world shifts. High trees fall down, cut by jagged blades. Arrows fly and strike their targets. Magic is stripped from the land. A great presence groans in pain. The drums continue. The world shifts.
Stone halls wind through a mountain. Many tiny creatures run about. They shout and wail. The crystal heart of the mountain beats. The drums beat. The world shifts.
The ripples spread. The fires rage and a powerful wind guides them. A great beast roars, but is silenced. The world trembles. The beats become louder and the world shakes. A voice speaks a foreign tongue, but is familiar. Moon and Sun chase each other, faster now. The beats become louder. The voice becomes more frantic. Noise erupts, then all is still.
Awatu stares up at the top of his tent, the memories of the dream fading. Vivid dreams of this sort have not come to him in many years. Not of their own accord. He sits up, the dying embers of his fire giving only enough light to barely see the inside of his tent. An'she will rise, soon. The sounds of waking shu'halo is beginning to fill the village of Bloodhoof. A drum sits at the end of his cot. One that has not be struck in several months, but holds a valuable purpose.
The tauren smirks as he looks at it. "Earlier than I would have thought."
Steady
Re: Steady
(( I don't know what is happening, but I like it!!! The spirits are restless with the Grim ))
