Disclaimer: ... Nope. Don't own WoW at all. Not even a smidge.
Side Note: Shortest of 'em all!
It was hard.
It was hard to find herself alone at her campsites, staying awake as she watched the fire fade away, never really poking at it to keep it alive. There was no logical reason to, after all, since she barely reacted to the warmth. Her body was forever cold, one of the only things indicating her status as an undead creature.
It wasn't normally like this.
Normally―
She wouldn't go down that road.
For whatever reason, she always had a constant ache in her chest now, not nearly as painful as it was a few months ago. She now often wondered what anyone would think should she vanish from this world.
Certainly, Naelyn and Zarralia would suffer. Yet she had left them once before, and they were hardly close now with her changed demeanor. She wasn't who she was when she was alive with them.
Her guild mates would perhaps mourn for a few days, yet they would move on. Members died every day.
Khark may grieve, for how long she didn't know. He would eventually forget, though.
And Xolst...
...
Xolst wouldn't care.
