Returning home in the Mountains.

[Drakash]

Drakash Firemane wiped his brow and eyes. The dust settling on his sweating skin was transforming into mud and hindering his perception. His senses were overwhelmed by a torrid and barren world of red dust, red rock and a red sun glaring high on the red-hued sky. This was Durotar, this was his home.

The air was still and the subtle whispering of the spirits of the wind had quietened down for a brief moment. The blissful silence stopped Drakash treading a secret mountain path and he gazed at the red world stretching far down below him. Somewhere in the west he could trail the glimmer of Southfury River running swiftly and ice-cold straight from the snow-topped mountain region known as Winterspring towards the Great Sea in south. Across Sunfury River he saw something that must've been Far Watch Post and beyond it, the dark blue shapes of the hills that inhabited the Barrens. He bowed his head in awe and recited a respectful homage to the spirits. Suddenly the wind caught up again the whispering started again, ushering him forward.

Telf Joolam, the ancient troll sat upon the highest peak at the end of the winding path. Drakash had been there once before, years ago when his mentor was still alive. He bowed humbly before the troll, who motioned Drakash to join him. Drakash stood up, drinking his flask of water empty and stepped on the small flat circle that was the peak. Years ago he had met his first apparition of a spirit of fire on that same level peak. His life had changed much after that meeting. He had the feeling he wouldn't be the same after this meeting either.

Drakash sat beside Telf, who was sitting a few paces from the edge, apparently looking at the magnificient view. After getting himself into a good position Drakash relaxed and started to wait for Telf to speak. He knew well it could take days and the Tribe needed him, but he knew how these things worked and trying to rush the spirits would only lead to a longer waiting. Drakash locked his gaze at the view and sat there patiently, observing everything that happened around him. Suddenly, after a period of time that could have well been a week or just few minutes, Telf Joolam nudged Drakash in his side, offered a cup of filled with somekind of sapta and pointed at the horizon. Drakash quaffed the sapta and as he lifted his gaze from the red rock to the point where it met the clear dark blue sky his senses were filled with the very essence of fire and his mind was invaded by a loud, passionate and rumbling voice.

"Firemane, we have waited for you..."




(( Sorry for the 'clever' subject, this is the IC-why I'm away the next 3 days. Have fun orcses! ))

[Nergul]

((heh, two topics in IC with the same name, confuzing!, anyway, nice read adn have fun Drakkar!))

[Mhokdor Spinesnapper]

(( :O YOU NAME STEALER! nice read though ))