Color in the Gray
Chilalli - December 14, 2005
Four days since Licidion bit me..
Four days passed as the hair fell from my hand one by one.. blood
dripped drop by drop.. I am dying... I hear Her voice calling me
to the Green Fields.. slipping with every hour..
Four days since He whispered in my head about the cliff..
The dream came last night. A dark forboding figure over me in
Ashenvale. Feeding me raw entrails of orcs and trolls... his
forked tongue sliding up my face...Demon crystals levitating in
the air all around me..sounds of carnage from ramshakle tents...
smells of burning flesh and debauchery...
I tried to bathe in Moonglade.. I tried to swim in Bloodhoof...
the bandages seep constantly...
Coughing all day.. haven't drank in a sun's travel across the
sky.. glove soaked in blood now..
Daydream..on Proot in Tanaris...
Yichimet's voice in my head.. his milky white eyes staring up
into nothing. Gaping hole in his neck.. blood flowing like the
falls of Feralas...
Grims poking into my affairs.. coughing too much.. asked for one
bandage too many..
Laughingcrow and Wadjet met me in Freewind.. too many memories
here.. Yichimet suffering ... Abric..confrontation.. the bite..
Licidion..
Wadjet rebandaged the wound.. told them it was a monster.. it
was.. monster..
Sorrow..Stinkers voice "Jump from the cliff"
Pain.. never ending.. Stinker.. are you here? Torment me again..
not his fault.. not his fault..
Yichimet.. .. help me... I will find you..
**tosses herself off of Freewind Post**