( I can't honestly remember to have posted this here. If I have, apologies. )



Some times at night, I wake up. My sheets cling to my body, soaked with sweat. I remember the cave. Parts of it. I used to think... I do not know.

And even though it frightened me, she was there. I remember her. You.

Most see it as odd, that one who is tall as a tree, weighing almost half a ton, some times experiences emotional outbursts. I do not. Therefore I cry. I cry for what was taken from me. From what used to be mine. I cry for you.


Picking a mate. Easier said than done. Even though he stuck out amongst the other males, who had either dyed their fur black, or were born that way, his confidence was not something to boast about. Nor were his deeds, at least he thought not.

Her name was Kimor. Born Grimtotem, as he. Although her parents remained alive, not slain by the accursed Ragetotems. Merely thinking about the traitors made his blood boil.

“Elanos. Are you going to speak to me, or are you going to stand there like a log all day. I admit, I have seen worse looking logs, but this is boring”, she said with a smug smile on her lips.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Not a word. He shook his head and turned, leaving her to glare at his back.

Shortly after his departure, the voice of another male could be heard. Asaile. The two of them had never liked each other. Son of the Chieftain, taking every opportunity to use the power-to-come upon the “lesser” males. Like himself.

What I do remember, is my sulking spot. It brings a smile to my lips every time I think about it. Upon loosing an argument I would often run away, seeking peace and comfort on a large rock. Grass grew on that very rock, making it soft to sleep there. I also remember I ate grass, because an animal they called ‘cow’ did so too. It had horns like me, and I thought it was a cripple. What kind of Tauren would walk on four legs anyway.. Heh.

The midnight feast was raging on, a beast of meat and mead bent on some wicked purpose to ruin his life. That was though, only the recent events that caused such thoughts to roam his mind. The grass was wet under him, it had rained earlier. Water seeped slowly into his clothes. It was not too uncomfortable.

When young, I always wondered where the stars came from. Even after I recieved the Earth Mothers teachings, I wonder.How can one being create such gems?

Sparkling gems covered the land above him, a land black as coal.

I did not even notice her presence until her mouth was pressed tightly against mine.

She shrugged.
“I don’t know, Elanos. It just feels...right. This.”
A feeble attempt to speak was supressed by her lips as she crawled up on top of him, gazing into his soft blue eyes.
"Be a good log and let me take care of you, for once", she smiled warmly while unbuttoning his shirt.

What happened that very night was new to me. It was the first time , probably for her aswell. I never asked. I woke up with her in my arms. I wanted to run. I should have.

Asaile was furious. His claim on Kimor had been turned down, and the orphan had gained it. Maybe that was why, he in his anger charged the pair as they entered the camp, waving the axe above his head screaming his lungs out in a terrifying battlecry.

Maybe he never realised that when the other male went down in a crouch, leaping straight into his charging form, seizing him by the throat. His body came to a halt mid-air, feet leaving the ground.

Then nature’s wrath was unleashed. A green pulse starting at the upper part of the shoulder belonging to Elanos, racing towards the hand holding Asaile.

What is there to say? I murdered him. Not that it mattered. Why I did it? It did not matter. I lost it, one could say. And forward to this very day, I do not regret what I did.

Green sparks flashed, and the upper chest and head of the Tauren known as Asaile Grimtotem exploded. The ground was a mess of entrails and blood, mixed with charred skin and fur.


I should have gone. Disappeared during the night. Heh. Did not turn out that well after all. What is the worse? The twitching corpse of a kin, or the sight of one who can cause your chest to burn with pure lust, crying her eyes out for what you did?
Asaile was a roadsign where I took the wrong turn.

“For the murder of my son, I strip you of your name, Grimtotem. For the murder of my son, I strip you of your belongings. For the murder of my son, I strip you of your mate.”

”For the murder of my son, I exile you, Elanos. You are now Misthoof, and mist you shall be, and as mist you shall be forgotten.”


It’s a long time ago now.

(Today)

They sat silently near the trees, the Orc, and the Tauren.
“Ye know, Ela. I dun’ know that much ‘bout ya.”
“Let us keep it that way, do you not think?”
They exchanged grins and emptied mugs filled with rum, which the Orc had nicked off some Forsaken wearing a “weird hat”. More than that he had refused to elaborate.
“See yer later, Ela? We still got ‘em dorfs to take care ‘o.”

He slinked away into shadows.

Back against the tree, the Tauren remained. A tear followed the first, and was joined by many more. A nearby squirrel caught the sound of a sob.

“Kh-Kimor..”