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Post  Shadeweaver Wed Mar 05, 2008 10:13 pm

So this was how it felt like to be dead.
The forsaken, referred by some as Shadeweaver lift his hand and scratched the burnt, dead flesh on his jaw. A jaw that now had only scorched bones left. Sticking from the bottom of his face as a macabre resemblance of the feature he had in life.
Ofcourse, he didn’t look so well anyhow either, so why to worry about a jaw. His arms, back, skin, organs, even eyes got time to decompose during the short period of time his body lied in the shattered ruins of Solargaze Villa.
He remembered the pain all too well.
Now he only got this constant chilly feeling. This emptiness, this curse.
Yes, a curse.
As he walked the street of Silvermoon, his one time home, he saw only loathing, pity and disgust from his former kin. Same it was in those “Horde Capitals” they kept telling about.
Only in Undercity was the situation another, but even there they desired him to act towards the mysterious goals of The Royal Apothecary Society, or by the principles of Sylvanas and that thrice- cursed Varimathras.
Shade had plans of his own. And so different they were from the ones he had once had. Oh so different...
...But then again, he was different person now.
He hated his kin for their sheer arrogance. He hated the orcs for their sheer savagery and untolerance that was different, but not less effective as his kinsmen or those human bastards.
He hated the trolls and the tauren for the sheer looks they gave to him when he walked by, stinking and still rotting, although extremely slowly. World hated him, so in exchange, he hated the world.
There was one thing he couldn’t hate however, even though he would have wanted to.
Caressah had grown. Shade knew it before he even saw the woman. Her image spun in his mind even when the arcane flames consumed his jaw and boiled his eyes out of their sockets, somehow the enchantment of Seragh had not failed upon his death and thus Shadeweaver was bound to the last of Seraghs sane heirs.
How Shade had hated her for it, not allowing him to die. Although she was completely unaware true, but he hated her back then still.
Then he met her. Her eyes saw him not as the walking corpse he in all terms was, but as the elf that had taken care of her for the years when she still resided in her family holdings.
He wanted to scream, Shade wanted her to hate himself. He almoust yelled: “Don’t you have eyes girl!? Can’t you see what has become of the one standing before you!?”
Still no hate in her eyes even though shade chose the most rasped grasping voice he could and tried to make chill to his unnaturally burning eyes.
How could he hate her for it?
She might be in danger, he knew. But Caressah was also a warlock and warlocks were always in some sort of danger.
Nonetheless. He was always bound, even when he told Caressah he was not. That wouldn’t stay secret forever, the enchantment would make him tell her, one way or another, but that really wasn’t extravagant.
Shade would have followed her without this curse.
He owed her that for what he had done.

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