** Sorrowfang opens up his journal. He sits by the fire of the inn. The young worgen is currently in goldshire. He skims trough the pages until he finds an empty page to write on. Finally. He places ink and a quill on the side. Taking the quill into his paws, he soaks the quills bottom and proceeds to write.
** With that he finishes his journal entry. The young worgen obviously disturbed what had become of his nation and of his life in such a short time. Alas he shall seek his fortune tomorrow. Somewhere. Somehow.
***
I've stopped counting days. They don't really matter nor do they give me any orientation towards anything. I've finally come to human lands. Hoping I would feel at home. Quite the contrary. Many call me a beast. I had a run in with a thief today. He wanted to rob me. Little did he know that all I had was what I had worn. This journal, the quill and what is left of the ink. He took pity on me and gave me bread.
I'm glad I left the night elf lands. I'm not too fond of their overgrown vegetation and houses, buildings placed in trees. It's just overrated. The people however are generous, noble and respect worthy. I've been running on all fours for some time. I came to a place called "Ratchet". From there I took a boat to a place called "Booty Bay".
I entered an inn over there. Didn't look at anyone just went past them up the stairs and sat in a corner. For some reason I felt like drawing and so I did. I was exhausted and wanted to entertain my self a bit. So I drew. I drew Gilneas before, well, everything. Then I fell asleep. God I was so tired. Waking up, the pub was empty. The people that were there earlier had left. I still had all my things on me. So I stood up and got on my way towards Stormwind. Sticked to the roads. Saw all sorts of creatures. Never have I seen such animals in Gilneas. I suppose our curse is a gift of its own. Running on all fours. Fast too. The creatures could not catch up with me if they were to chase me.
I miss the pub and my mum. Can't say I miss the college. Never liked it. Ironically I'm stuck in student clothing. Generosity of the college it self I suppose. The more I traveled towards Stormwind, the less of our kind did I see. I've only seen a few of us in Stormwind City. We are scattered like nomads. We lost our home. We are now...to an extent...beasts. Or so they call us. But we aren't much different for them. Claws, sharp teeth fur, is that suppose to make me different?
I suppose everything I learned in college doesn't count anymore. Without my mum. I have to make my own way. I have to learn how to fight. I got hungry today...I took of my shirt and my jacket...I leaped onto an unsuspecting deer. It was a satisfying meal. But then, I felt shame. Our average Gilnean reduced to a nightmareish creature. A beast as they call us nowdays. Forced to hunt his own food with his own claws. I suppose I don't have much choice. I have yet to see any sign of our peoples enclavements anywhere. I did not see a single Worgen guild in my travels. I suppose I will have to live under the boot of foreginers. Or I'll have to prove my self to them. I don't really have any cash. I convinced the inn keeper to let me spend a night in the inn. He agreed only for tonight. Come to think of it. I really need a job. A way to earn money.
I lost everything in Gilneas. Now I'm left without friends, without a home to call my own. Without anything. I hope I won't have to resort to hunting in the wilds...going "feral".
I suppose being a Worgen is not that bad...in a human form I would not stand the water drank from the lakes nor the flesh torn from other animals. A gift as much as a curse indeed...
On an unrelated note. I met a dwarf. He's called Noillin Dawnhammer. These dwarves have a leniance towards alcohol and humor. They seem rather friendly. At least Noillin was. He tried giving me a nickname "Fluffy". I saw that coming. But when he saw I did not like it. He did not force the nickname on me. I presented my self as Sorrowfang. I suppose my new life begins here. And the old David dies within this page and my other form. To which I am not going back to.
I've been thinking. If I could join some sort of army...somehow... There has got to be a way. There has to be someone who can make use of a tall muscular wolf with sharp claws and teeth. Able to communicate..and such. Ah well...I'll see to it tomorrow. For now I rest. Traveling on all fours gets tiring.
I suppose that's it for today...oh the comfort of a bed...at least it's not a wooden table...or a stone bench this time...
***
I've stopped counting days. They don't really matter nor do they give me any orientation towards anything. I've finally come to human lands. Hoping I would feel at home. Quite the contrary. Many call me a beast. I had a run in with a thief today. He wanted to rob me. Little did he know that all I had was what I had worn. This journal, the quill and what is left of the ink. He took pity on me and gave me bread.
I'm glad I left the night elf lands. I'm not too fond of their overgrown vegetation and houses, buildings placed in trees. It's just overrated. The people however are generous, noble and respect worthy. I've been running on all fours for some time. I came to a place called "Ratchet". From there I took a boat to a place called "Booty Bay".
I entered an inn over there. Didn't look at anyone just went past them up the stairs and sat in a corner. For some reason I felt like drawing and so I did. I was exhausted and wanted to entertain my self a bit. So I drew. I drew Gilneas before, well, everything. Then I fell asleep. God I was so tired. Waking up, the pub was empty. The people that were there earlier had left. I still had all my things on me. So I stood up and got on my way towards Stormwind. Sticked to the roads. Saw all sorts of creatures. Never have I seen such animals in Gilneas. I suppose our curse is a gift of its own. Running on all fours. Fast too. The creatures could not catch up with me if they were to chase me.
I miss the pub and my mum. Can't say I miss the college. Never liked it. Ironically I'm stuck in student clothing. Generosity of the college it self I suppose. The more I traveled towards Stormwind, the less of our kind did I see. I've only seen a few of us in Stormwind City. We are scattered like nomads. We lost our home. We are now...to an extent...beasts. Or so they call us. But we aren't much different for them. Claws, sharp teeth fur, is that suppose to make me different?
I suppose everything I learned in college doesn't count anymore. Without my mum. I have to make my own way. I have to learn how to fight. I got hungry today...I took of my shirt and my jacket...I leaped onto an unsuspecting deer. It was a satisfying meal. But then, I felt shame. Our average Gilnean reduced to a nightmareish creature. A beast as they call us nowdays. Forced to hunt his own food with his own claws. I suppose I don't have much choice. I have yet to see any sign of our peoples enclavements anywhere. I did not see a single Worgen guild in my travels. I suppose I will have to live under the boot of foreginers. Or I'll have to prove my self to them. I don't really have any cash. I convinced the inn keeper to let me spend a night in the inn. He agreed only for tonight. Come to think of it. I really need a job. A way to earn money.
I lost everything in Gilneas. Now I'm left without friends, without a home to call my own. Without anything. I hope I won't have to resort to hunting in the wilds...going "feral".
I suppose being a Worgen is not that bad...in a human form I would not stand the water drank from the lakes nor the flesh torn from other animals. A gift as much as a curse indeed...
On an unrelated note. I met a dwarf. He's called Noillin Dawnhammer. These dwarves have a leniance towards alcohol and humor. They seem rather friendly. At least Noillin was. He tried giving me a nickname "Fluffy". I saw that coming. But when he saw I did not like it. He did not force the nickname on me. I presented my self as Sorrowfang. I suppose my new life begins here. And the old David dies within this page and my other form. To which I am not going back to.
I've been thinking. If I could join some sort of army...somehow... There has got to be a way. There has to be someone who can make use of a tall muscular wolf with sharp claws and teeth. Able to communicate..and such. Ah well...I'll see to it tomorrow. For now I rest. Traveling on all fours gets tiring.
I suppose that's it for today...oh the comfort of a bed...at least it's not a wooden table...or a stone bench this time...
***
** With that he finishes his journal entry. The young worgen obviously disturbed what had become of his nation and of his life in such a short time. Alas he shall seek his fortune tomorrow. Somewhere. Somehow.