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I can’t sleep. Together we are strong; bound in blood, in glory, by family and tribe. But in my dreams, then we suffer. Because of me. Do not think me weak, because I am not. But I might grow weak, one day, and I can not tell what happens then. Perhaps then you would have to kill me, and give all those hypocritical shamans a reason to think that they were ever right. I would prove them wrong, my love. But the blackrocks did something to me; a poison of the mind.
I would have you remember me like I am now, strong in body and mind, and at your side. War is upon us, as always. I would have you focused, and determined. I wonder what you would do if you knew what thoughts occupy me.
I wonder what you would do if you knew that I am thinking about leaving you.
((Something hastily written, for my own sake mostly. A small heads up regarding future stuff, perhaps!))