I've been worrying about him...
This is no surprise, because I tend to worry a lot. But... It had been weeks. I had to find him... I had to make sure he was okay.
I checked all his residences. No one had seen him in the city, so I figured I needed to check the Outlands and Northrend. He wasn't in Nagrand, nor in Terrokar. Fortunately, for myself, I had luck in Dragonblight... If you could call it luck.
I took Thaz'rim from Krasus' Landing and traveled towards the necropolis. He had set up a camp for himself near there in the hills. It looked empty, or so I thought. However, I managed to find a wolf... I wasn't expecting it, that's for sure. Seemed hostile... Growled at me, even...
Then something happened I didn't expect...
Twisting apendages and contortions of the figure and in the wolf's place lied a man. I panicked and hurried over - he was unconcious and his face covered by a hood. I turned him over, trying to wake him up...
And there he was.
Missing-in-action for almost a month... Because he was here; secluded and... With something seriously the matter. Celiva... What happened to you..?
I wasn't sure what to think, and my head whirred with either confusion or pregnancy sickness... Or both. He gained conciousness again and jumped back in a panic... He had no idea who I was. But I knew who he was, even though he had changed. No more of those gorgeous blue eyes... His features were odd... More defined. Handsome and frightening all at the same time. His canines - both top and bottom - those were enlongated and dangerous.
What in Azeroth..? Why hadn't he told me?
Just like that, though, he was doubled over in pain and my heart shattered. He turned back into a wolf and Thaz'rim went back on the defensive, growling at him in protection. In that time, he backed down and attacked a nearby rabbit instead... Apparently, he'd been hungry. And, once he'd finished, he came back to himself again.
He looked highly confused and fainted at the blood painted on his fingers and caked across his face. I stood there for a long time; I didn't know what in the seven hells I was supposed to do... But, I went to him... And he came to once more.
There was lots of crying from me... He didn't know me anymore... He was... Just an animal. So I cried... I cried hard. I cried for him and for me - mostly out of self-pity - and for the baby. I cried for our family... Or what it would have been. I was scared, confused, and hurt... What else could I do but cry?
Finally, though, he seemed to recognize me. He smelled my hair, put a hand on my stomach, and licked my face like a dog... I can still feel the blood rubbing off onto my cheek.
I felt even sicker, and I couldn't hold back tears any more... So I moved away. I wanted to be alone for a while, but he wanted the opposite and set his chin on my shoulder. Still scared, I pulled away, and he moved back into the small hut. I don't know how long I was standing out there in the cold, but I couldn't feel my body when I finally brought myself to turn and follow him.
I stared at him, laying on the ground, ears twitching. So much like a dog...
I didn't want to touch him, to be honest... I was angry, I guess you could say... Angry... And other things... For some reason, I felt like I should hate him... I felt like... Like he was keeping secrets and lying... I felt he didn't want this - what we had and were going to have... I just didn't know where to go from here... Or what to do... Dammit.
I remember that I sat on the other side of the hut... I composed myself and, before I knew it, he had managed his head into my lap, whimpering like a wounded, rejected puppy. I couldn't turn him away, and I wouldn't pull back again... So I sat there with him the whole night... I don't know if he ever fell asleep, but I know I didn't... I found the wall across from me very interesting those some-odd hours I sat there with him, scratching and playing with his hair like I always did.
I tried very to convince myself things were normal, but every now and then he would let out a rumble of a growl and I knew things would never be how they were.
Admittedly, I still don't know what to do. I'm unsure of him and if he'll ever be intelligent enough to stop acting like a dog again. I wonder where the bite he had on his arm actually came from. What'll happen to the baby? Will I have to raise it myself? Have I picked someone else who can't stay with me? Have I just put myself in another hole..?
I wish I had answers, I really do... I can't let this die, and I want to help him... But I'm so tired... So tired of everything... I'm retired and pregnant... I just want to give up... But I won't. Because of him. And my friends... For the baby... But I don't want to go this alone, not again. I hope everything works out... I want it to, and I pray it will... I really have been praying...
Please don't take him away. Don't let him live like he is now... Help him, someone..? Anyone. He doesn't deserve a life like that... He deserves so much better. He needs to live life like it should be lived and not how an animal lives it. He needs his adventure and he needs to be social... He needs what I need. And... I need him. I hope he needs me... I want him to try and reach me. I want to know that I'm not just another person for someone to push aside... Even if he can't help it.
I can't do this alone... And I can't do this again. I'm losing sleep and he's breaking my heart, but what can I do..? How can I fix it this time..?
...He can't NOT be okay... I love him too much.
I love him.
Please be okay... Even if
you're not... I'll stay with you.
'Til the end.
I promise...