~ A scruffy-looking pooch approaches the Grim banner posted on the side of the dusty road. He panted rapidly: mouth open wide and dry as the landscape which surrounded him. A thick leather collar encircled his neck; rumpling the thick matted fur which he took a moment to scratch with his back paw. A small paper scroll crinkled with each pass of his claws, nearly falling out before he finally stopped and resumed his unusual watch by the sign.
Nearly an hour passed... The heat waves rippling off the desert road distorted the distant silhouettes of gnarled trees and herds of beasts wandering across the plains. The dog kept shifting his seat to rest in the shadow of the thick wooden post as the sun moved across the sky. The chorus of summer locusts rose and fell, mixed with the occasional call of a hawk or small bush bird. As late afternoon turned to evening, his ears finally peaked as a figure approached. Recognizing the scent his master had given him, he approached the figure at a brisk, but non-aggressive trot to reveal and deliver the note wedged under his collar. It reads: ~
To The Grim, and personal receiver of this message,
My name is Una, and I shall be direct.
I am Darkspear, I am shamed, and I am livid. My life, my love, destroyed. My throat cut by Kor'kron blades, and family scattered to the wind. My heart went with them. Now, there be nothing but this hole there; a hole I wish only to fill with blood. The blood of Garrosh and the rats who cling to him. The blood of the Alliance who picks at our bones like scavengers as the meat of our proud Horde rots and falls away.
On my life, for what little it be worth, I wish to throw all that is left of me against my foes to make way for the world our people deserve. I have nothing to offer. Nothing but my daggers, my blood, and my bitterness. But... with these tools, I have chosen to extend my services to you - The Grim. I have seen your banners flying high... Heard your message of absolute dominance. No surrender. No prisoners. No mercy.
And I have come to answer that call.
Test me and use me as you will. I live now but to die with honor. In the name of revenge. In the name of the Horde.
Blood and Thunder!
Unassuming, 'Una'
*The conclusion is marked by a reddish-brown stain - a thumbprint left in blood by the author*
A Pup with a Package
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