Post by Wepon on Jan 4, 2013 1:09:51 GMT -5
Kathin had been careful. Oh yes, had she been careful. In the coming days of her and Greyco's escape into the mountains of Shades Run, she'd been mindful to find shelter. A shallow cave that winded into the confines of a large face of rock served as their temporary dwelling. She'd picked it for a very specific reason, as it reminded her of Darkmoon. Oh... How she missed Azeroth. Everything here was... strange. Odd, as if constructed entirely by goblins and gnomes in joint effort. A whimper slipped past her lips now, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor. She'd since erected a small shrine to her studies, including a demonic circle, and several candles pilfered from kobolds long past. With her imp at her heel, hushed words of Eredun slipped past her lips, before she noticeably began to wear. The pounding in her head increased, the demonic tongue slithering, living... breathing of it's very own accord in her mind. Breaking away from her ritual, the worgen let a doggish pant slip past her jowls. She could never get used to it... Wiping the sweat off her brow, another whimper issued forth. She needed fresh air... Calling her minion to her side, Kathin stood up stiffly, hobbling out of the cave and exiting the cave, taking gentle care to slip down the steep incline precariously. Once on the flats of her paws, she raised her nose to the air, taking a gentle whiff. It always was quiet up here...