An orc, alone in the desert

[Gomoore 349]

 

Gharak had been walking through the deserts of Krugmar for a few months now— and yet she had made no progress at all on her journey. Standing on a dune higher than the others, she looked at the ever-stretching sands below. 

 

“Da Zkah ahm mi duin… ”

Perhaps it was the heat of the desert, or the lack of water —it had been a few days since she last encountered an oasis— that made her mind so foggy. She had no clue what she even expected out here. It had been shame, and shame alone that had set her feet in motion. She had lost so much, she could barely stand the thought of showing her face in Orcgrimmar.

 

A few months back, it was while investigating for her newspaper that she had found herself in Celia’lin. She had been there before, though not enough to be familiar with the place. Seeing a voidal mage, it seemed obvious to her that she should kill it there and then. Letting a long-contained rage unleash, she had fought the buurz one.

 

Bloodlust, it turns out, makes one foolish and blind. The fight was not as glorious as she had expected. A missing tusk and a burnt cheek is all she had gotten, for she couldn’t even scratch the buurz one. Let alone kill it! Her life was spared only for the perverted amusement of her enemy.

 

It was pride that made her fight, rage that made her push through her obvious defeat, and shame that sent her on a meaningless walk through the desert. And now, she was feeling even more ashamed of having let those feelings rule over her life. 

 

“Iv mi’z haart keepz betreyin mi, mi zhud lurn tu ignore eht.” she said, with untrue resolve.

And yet, the feelings remained. And she knew very well she could not ignore them. Shame, again, made her walk further into the desert.

 

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