(Warning, NSFW content is mentioned.)
Somewhere just outside of Command, in the training grounds.
Calm, Poise. Two words Alex had always been told to be when in tough situations.
Riots, racists, bomb threats to end the night. It was nights like this that Alexandria Morrowgrove began to question why she bothered at times. No matter what she did to aid in the good of the city, for the good of others it never seemed to matter. An attorney referenced her as the runner up of the Elwynn dog show. She was called a bully, a cunt, worthless, corrupt. Fruit thrown at her in response to upholding the very laws her work was built around. All in one night when she thought it might boil down to a simmer she heard it…the beeping sounds of a robotic created bomb. It failed, never reaching its countdown before switching off. Its failure is why she could finish writing her reports. Why she could be outside even now breathing. All in one day.
The chaos of the city drove Morrowgrove to go outside of Command. In her personal armor and alone she stared forward at a training dummy. What was the use? If someone saw her take out her repressed rage on a dummy what then? Would she be called corrupt even more for having emotions? She thought to herself, what was the point? Alexandria had attended the gathering to aid the homeless, she went out of her way to help everyone medically, whether they were accused of a crime or those who hated her on paper. Did any of them know the constant hatred and bar she was held to? Did they care? Nights like this drove her to wonder how few did care, how many would stop to think about the person behind the armor the city often insulted.
The worgen Guard Captain fell to the ground in front of the training dummy as a human. Exhausted, enraged at her core. Humanity was the ground for sanity, she would not remain in a form like this with how the night had gone. The woman valued home life and her normally calm nature. “Wot’s th’ point.” she spoke out loud to no one. The rage turned to tears as they welled up in her eyes. “No mattah wot we do we’re hated.” She spoke in a croaked tone. Paranoid, that was another feeling in this chaos she had. Would another come from the shadows to attack her while she was alone? Another bomb bot? Maybe another void cult would appear to snatch her in the dark hours of the night. A night like this rocked the woman’s core and it made her question the very people she’d sworn to protect. The constant slaughter, hatred, racism. No one worked together out of the concept of peace. In fact since the fourth war had ended crime had escalated!
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