Frozen Tears.

[Murrah]

Murrah stood on top of the guard tower, looking down to Razor Hill. She sighed and rubbed her scarred jawline, inhaling the cold night air the events of the evening lingered in her mind like a noose around a murderers throat.  Even her being "dead" she could feel how hatred and anger clouded the tribe. Orcs could sleep their anger away, lessen it.
But not she Murrah did not sleep, she was awake every moment of the day.

Murrah sat down silently, looking at the slowly dying campfire and shook her head, closing her eyes even for a moment made her see it all again. Burning of encampment, blazing runeblade on her hand pointing it at a pack of Orc pups, and then shrilling cackle and darkness.

Murrah shuddered of the phantom feeling of cold and looked at her palms seeing the dry blood again. She gritted her teeth and balled her hands, breathing calmly muttering.
It be past, it not me anymore I am free of my demons. She reached for her armor and stroke it. The cold steel comforted her slightly, but she knew it was hollow. She then moved her hand on her chest where her heart was, sighing as she only felt small beating, like a dying breath tears falling down her cheek, freezing on their way. She snarled and hit the floor of the tower and started to weep silently collapsing against the floor, weeping and pounding it with her fist.
Oh my dear children, I am sorry. I miss you all..I am not strong enough to live for ye. I be weak, I hope the pack gives me strength, but Pack separated does not feel strong.
Murrah stood back up slowly and wiped her eyes and gritting her teeth. The moment of weakness had passed her. She turned to face towards Orgrimmar and growled.
No Warchief nor Kor'kron will tear this pack appart. It be my home and I make em scream bloody murder if I have to..I hope that I do not need to.[/]
Murrah sat down into the shadow of the Guard Tower and pulled out a parchment and coal, starting to draw, a group of laughing Orc pups.

A Single frozen drop landed on the parchment.

[Vilirok]

(( Good read! Always nice to see more short stories all over the place. Working on Vilirok's journal now myself, so stay tuned! ))

[Sadok]

((I enjoyed that story. Death Knights are often the hardest to portray when it comes to internal thought processes, and I think you do it well!))

[Murrah]

((Thanks for your kind words, both of you.))