Ren’zal’s Journal of Mysterious Thoughts
Ren’zal remained calm as ever, what was feelings? Control everything, never offer any sort of emotion to a single soul. Keep a straight head and understand why you’re alive. Understand why your heart is beating, what does it beat for? Practice what your love is for...The Great Snake. Hethiss can not be let down, but the clouds fog her mind with the thoughts of curious, and new things around her.
Who are some of these people that catch her eye? The snake-girl was always curious and always looking, but never could she give some of her free time to get what other Trolls have; a mate. She had tried that months ago, offering some sort of companionship to another, only to have it crumble to dust as she knew that Hethiss was everything she needed. She breathed for the Great Snake, she did everything every day and countless hours of sacrifices, offering blood, and even praying and offering guidance to any who worshipped him.
One who had clouded her mind the most, and even an entire year or more was the old Head Priest of Hethiss. What she’d do for that Troll. She’d do absolutely anything in her power to see him acknowledge her and watch her grow to the Trolless she is today. A teacher he was, she’d spend hours that seemed like minutes listening to him speak such knowledge that she’d grasp and cherish for as long as she lived. A teacher he would be. But, that was her true ‘crush’, yet she would never admit, nor try. She couldn’t lose the friendship, nor the listening of his lectures.
Months had passed where she’d think too much of that individual. How could something cloud -her- mind, out of all people? There had been many more who wished to court the Hethiss Priestess, but she’d turn down every one of them for the smallest reasons... “Joo no’ a foccin’ Hethiss worshipper, leave.” Was most of her comments. That, and her mind was elsewhere. Focus, Ren’zal. Understand what you’re here for, teach them, learn new things and become as powerful as the teacher had said.
The day after she had visited the old Head Priest, she had caught her eye on something new. A feeling. Don’t feel, always conceal. She’d offer hatred and anger towards everyone from then, unless they visited the Shrine, there she’d become the teacher, the offering hand of guidance. But, a Frost Troll. What could he do? Who was he? A new feeling? Nah, he’s too ugly for her. She’s a Darkspear, and other’s don’t understand her. But, her curiosity lingered as she’d observe this one. A fur-coated Troll, it was new. Maybe she’d take the day to speak to him, or possibly poison him and bring him somewhere and ask questions. The Hethiss Priestess rolled her crimson gaze and walked off to clear her mind. “Stay on joor path...” She told herself.
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