Rogue Yell. Part 1.

Water was falling from the sky in a huge, heavy drops, assaulting thick jungle leaves, rolling down and with a waterfall dampening the ground. It was raining so heavily that most of the beasts hid in their dwellings, waiting out the horrible weather. Perhaps, even all of them… but one.
Not all the water was reaching the ground – some was falling on a weary, scarred face of a man that was quietly snoring to his dreams. From time to time he was mumbling something, sometimes with a frown, sometimes with a quite laughter, then a long tongue wiped the water drops off the pale lips – and man became silent again. Even though it wasn’t possible to hear what he was muttering, it was obvious that he had a dream or maybe even quite a few.

…it never rains in the Outlands. Well, that pathetic wet air in Zangarmarsh doesn’t count…. So it never rains – lips distorted in a smirk –oh yes, I love rain… even that of a blood color. Too many have deceived Lordaeron and then the Horde. They had to pay and they are going to pay even more. Yes.
Man frowned and licked the water off his lips.

Noo… we don’t belong to them anymore. They betrayed us! On the other hand, considering the world belongs to me – it’s all irrelevant. I stray but at least my knees don’t hurt now, they don’t bleed as they used to… oh Mistress…

A familiar female face has appeared out of the blackness. Pale as if it’d be dead, without eyes and if it’d be blind. Yet it wasn’t and if you look closer – you could notice some charm in it most of the strong of mind people possess. An artful grin has appeared on a man’s face and woman answered with the same.

So we’ve met again… - he leaned forward to her face, reveling in the scent of blinding powder and leather, forgetting to breath.

You know… I’ve been writing to you – he was choking in ecstasy. She smirked and all of a sudden bit his ear.

Dream shattered and with a growl, unsheathing daggers, man jumped on his feet. His glowing with bright yellow color eyes narrowed as he was taking a breath and looking around… there was nothing but rain. Then he sighed heavily and worn out lied in the high wet grass again. Closing eyes he muttered something about the letter and of how he’s slowly losing control. In a moment he was sleeping again.

Visions of the past appeared in a dream, disturbing rogue’s mind - some of those were pleasant, some horrifying and scarring the quiet rest. All the journey of a rogue who was losing the last bits of humanity, turning into a stray beast with a great hunger for life. Grin distorted man’s face – he was apparently enjoying it. Grin widened so you could see the teeth barely reminding human ones – sharp and white as if they gnawed hundreds of different bones. Cold, chilled wind was surrounding the visions, making it hard to breathe, freezing everything inside the one who inhales it. With a faint creak of leather armor pale hand grabbed some snow, rogue sniffed it and blinked.

It’s definitely something I shall look into…

Rogue tried to run but awkwardly fell on the snow, unable to make a single step. Anger bursted in his mind as he noticed his feet were frozen into the ground. Quietly growling he tried to break the ice but it was of no use.

This damn thing just don’t let me go… What kind of a dream that is?! – he heard some strange footsteps, quiet and soothing but possessing some awareness of danger. Rogue frowned as he felt something pushing his chest. Lying on the ground and unable to move he felt some strange pressure – Indeed, I shall let it go…

Dream veil has faded and man slowly opened his eyes, noticing something orange besides. The rain has stopped and it seems someone was curious of that sleeping rogue. Something orange moved and hissed as he peered into green tigress eyes. Slowly so he doesn’t scare the beast he reached out and let the animal sniff his hand as a proof of trust.

There’s just one thing holding me from becoming what I’m striving to be… just one. And noone crosses my way!

Beast roared faintly approving the meeting. Gharb peered into tigress eyes again, meeting a kindred spirit. He slyly grinned.

Finally I know what to do. But first… shall we feed?