Snows of Northrend
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In the snows of Northrend, it was hard to find warmth and comfort in anything. The entire Horde was built stone cold. To fight outside in the snow, preparing forces against Arthas, the love and companionship was left at home. Your friend was what kept you alive, whether it is your ax, or your partner on the battlefield. The pubs were empty; all was hectic elsewhere. The fight wasn't just against Alliance anymore; it was against all that posed a threat against your honor. This honor is what you cherished; it is the most valuable thing in your life as you fight. It is what makes you be at your prime during war.
The warmth and comfort I sought was something I never had. When I ventured through the Dark Portal a year ago, I was open to new things. I had even found the love of my life. He was a beautiful Tauren, interested in peace and nature. He, of course, was a druid. I loved listening to him, and I was anxious to being new experiences with him. We explored Outlands to the Netherstorm and Tempest Keep. We enjoyed it, and we loved each other's company. It was pure bliss.
We were decked in jaw dropping gear, everyone was jealous of us. We were surely the best looking couple to hit Orgrimmar. My armor shimmered in form and in the eyes of others. I didn't mind showing off my bow to a few blacksmiths who marveled at the work. My husband would laugh and show the spectators his transformations into beautiful mythical creatures. He loved being a druid.
He loved it a bit too much. Artemis growled, bringing me back to reality. My wolf appeared from thin air, growling low. The grip on my gun handle became cold and tight as I narrowed onto the scourge below. I was perched high on a tower, with a heavy cloak lined with wolf tuft on the inside. Snow didn't dare penetrate my armor as it was finely crafted from the heaviest saronite. Hard steel covered all of my body, as my body was warm from the wolf fur, making me almost sweat.
This was war, and I was ready to make my appearance on the battlefield. My wolf disappeared as I took to my scope. I saw a scourge zombie walking lazily along the rest of them. He would be too easy to pick off, my mission was much more complicated than dealing with one, little zombie. I searched out a huge abomination, being kept alive by being submerged in a tank of embalming fluid. I cocked my gun and let one fly as my bullet rang true to my aim.
The tank burst into shards of glass as the monster inside screamed in horror. He wasn't ready to be released into the harsh, winter winds as his insides began seeping through a hole in his chest. He swung around violently as apothecaries scrambled to try and fix the situation. The monster was beyond being saved and sunk to the snow, shriveled up in the cold. Screams were heard along with cussing in the foreign tongues.
I locked and loaded again, and unleashed a flood of bullets onto more tanks. One, two, three… I began to loose count as my wolf began to take out the scourge that climbed my perch. They roared in agony as Artemis ripped limbs and guts from the zombies, making them fall to the ground. He charged into the zombies and they didn't rise again, no matter who gave them the command.
All the tanks were drained and abominations littered the floor, becoming nothing but useless hunks of shriveled flesh. The apothecaries took to sanctuary, away from my sights. My ironbite bullets sang to me, wishing to sink into more enemies. My eyes adverted from my scope to check on my wolf. Artemis howled furiously, wishing for more enemies.
I loved this bloodshed too much. And he was the reason why my life was this way. I hated him. I wish I had never met him, and those experiences I had shared never existed. I hated the love we had once shared, and I hated all the things that reminded me of him.
My heart became as cold as the snows of Northrend.
A/N - HAI THAR! I'm Legend, and this story is about my hunter and her love troubles. Incase you haven't noticed, anyways. GOD PLEASE R/R. I'll hunt you down, /cocks Nesingwary 4000. 3