Alecalius's Log

[Akula]

(( So... Not sure how well this will go over, but he's a bit of a naive and sometimes seemingly soft character, so I suppose a journel would be written, or a log as he likes to call it in hopes of keeping his mental man-hood intact. luls. :fap: ))

[Akula]

I keep telling myself it’s a feminine thing to write a diary, but then I tell myself it’s a journal, a log of the happenings around me. Transitioning from one environment to another can be a bit of a culture shock, and to keep myself from forgetting any bit or ounce of this new life I have started to live, I will write it down.

Recapping on my first few months of attempting to convert to the Horde side won’t be hard. It was extremely difficult, a pain in the ass, and I was hungry, starving for both food and then object of my addiction. Even thinking on the memory of what passed through that time stirs my never ending craving back into need. At one point the addiction surpassed my need for food, it was at that point that I began to worry I might become what the Sin’Dorei call ‘Wretched’. Of course then I would ponder if I could even become a Wretched, would my Kal’Dorei blood protect me from it? Or would it just turn me into something different. Perhaps I would simply wither and die. Happy thoughts; no?

Relief came when I saved a Blood Knight; I was half mad and I’m not entirely sure how I managed to save the Sin’Dorei from the beast… creature… thing. But he seemed both grateful and pleased enough, which I had heard Sin’Dorei rarely showed such emotions other then towards themselves. That rescue set my course in the right direction; food, mana wyrms, and eventually as time passed a shelter and training.

[Akula]

Why does it have to be so bright in these territories? Living in a lovely, dimly lit tree all my life has done my eyes no good to the harsh conditions of these lands. Being one of the more nocturnal of my race, half race, whatever I am, I like dark. I light to sleep in the day and wake at night, that’s not too much to ask for! But no, the captain says I am burning day light by ‘sleeping in’. I explained to him I don’t need daylight; the moon is my sun and the stars are my clouds. When he began to think I was being a smart ass I had to explain to him in simpler words that I night vision, not day.

He snorted and handed me a pick, a pick! “You have problems seeing during the day? Become one of those engineers and make yourself some goggles, that’ll solve your problem quick.” Of course I couldn’t argue with him, I’m not even an adept yet. No one will really talk about their initiation when I ask them, I wonder if it is a rule, they simply don’t want to speak of it, or perhaps it is too pain of a thought? It worries me, and it thrills me, to finally be accepted into the Horde! The other’s in the barraks can’t understand what it means to me, why I am striving so much to make this work!

It will work.