#mother second

[get-more-bald]

everyone die now

[makwa-nimaamaa]

Silent Watcher

I give no quarter to whomever truely knows me, Stormwind is protected by many - as I do the same.

A face to pass by with a viel of illusion cast upon me, free to roam and free to watch over. With others, like myself who once believed in the Horde - children is all I see. Children of a long dead corpse of my Warchiefs banner. To hear themselves call deserters each time - it's sickening. Nothing is wrong from running away from something corrupted by malice and hate.

There was little I can assure them with was the right thing. The right thing is always hard. Even for me. I watched carefully from the shadows, and under the brightness of a twisted light as I work on the anvil at my shop. Holding no longer to belief for a fresh start as there no longer is any. Children have already screamed or torn apart by the ongoing battles - the lives that were lost, the hearts that have shattered. They burned. Teldrassil burned. And now with the Night elves - they're burning even further of their trial to become stronger. A Night Warrior.

Such a foolish idea. A reason to keep bringing hate - to become twisted by power - have they learned nothing?!

Regardless, I will do my job as always, I will not let it happen again. To do my best to protect what little remains of the people I have left. Friends who stare through me with a stranger's face.

Who I was before may be dead. But what I stood for won't be forgotten. None of it. Good and bad mean nothing to me; only doing the right thing for the future of all lives here. That means more than anything than this savage war.

I failed my own world. My sons. My pack. My mate.. I won't let it happen again. Not again..