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Sarkareth was dead, his last words wondering if everything he'd done had always been a path to oblivion. Before he collapsed entirely on the blue stone floor of Neltharions inner sanctum within Aberrus.
Sathena felt rather conflicted about this, on the one claw there was the elation of having participated in the defeat of 'the enemy'. However on the other hand, there was the remorse of having slain a Dracthyr who until more recently had been an ally. Though she knew whatever she felt probably paled in comparison to Fate who had once been a part of Sarkareth's Weyrn and from what little she knew of her fellow Dracthyr, potentially more.
She glanced back down at the fallen Scalecommander, her mind couldn't help but wonder if this is how the other races felt when having to fight their own, the conflict of realizing what had to be done but the regret at having had to do it. It was a foreign feeling to her, she had been trained as a soldier, to obey orders and defeat the enemies she was set against. Not feel remorse for carrying out those orders, yet here she was with that feeling dwelling in her gut anyway.
The green scaled Dracthyr listened to the exchanged that was made between Fate and Lorellai with the young dwarf trying to give comfort to Fate. Though Sathena couldn't think of anything to say to show solidarity besides remarking that Sarkareth even misguided had still been a Dracthyr.
Soon however the exchange was over and the Meddler group moved to leave the twisted facility of aberrus, where its secrets could hopefully be forever forgotten.
Before she left however Sathena straightened her posture and the young Dracthyr gave a respectful salute towards the fallen Scalecommander. To a worthy foe, and a fallen comrade.
With that she took a step back, dropped her salute and turned on her heel with military precision to leave Aberrus with the other meddlers.
Sathena, Sathena, why art thou not named Tina
Sathena the Dracthyr
Sathena stared at the items on display, various meats and cheeses made both in stormwind and imported from around Azeroth. Varieties she hadn't known to exist given the same ole same ole rations the had Weyrn tended to always have. Though every now and then someone would go out and hunt real game to bring back for a feast. The thought of which was making her mouth water.
"Are...ya gonna buy somethin' miss?" The shopkeeper asked, snapping Sathena out of her thoughts and back to the vendor. Who was still giving her an odd look, though he'd had that look since she'd started browsing. While her Visage made her blend in easier she still had an odd appearance, one that she'd heard a passerby describe as what happens when you cross a human with an elf and a draenei.
"Ah, Yes Sir!" She snapped in a rather formal tone as if addressing a superior, her posture stiffening.
"Now now, take it easy girl, meant nothin' by it, just you've been staring at my wares a good ten minutes."
"Oh, right... my apologies, Sir. Just there are so many options I wasn't sure what to pick." Sathena replied her voice formal while trying to force sounding casual.
"Well given how you've been eyeing the meats, might I suggest the Kaldorie Stag Jerky I think you'll enjoy the spices along with the meaty heft it has." The man remarked while sweeping one arm along the counter to point out the jerky.
Sathena eyed it a moment longer before nodding, "Yes, I think I'll try that one, Sir."
The shopkeeper wrapped up the young Dracthyr's order and Sathena paid him the money due before she departed. Her gaze wandering about the cities architecture as she strode, taking out a piece of jerky and idly munching on it as she explored
"Oh...that is way better than rations!"
Woo welcome to my year of art and suffering
These are people I want to punch me in a dark alleyway
here’s a headshot of one of my ocs, sathena
how can you not be close with this sinnamon bun
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