Drinking and Dreams…

April 3rd

 

Dear Journal,

Oh, I do have to have a nice long talk with myself about drinking and going down memory lane with some of my friends.  While it was all done in good fun and we all had a great deal to talk about our past life experiences, I know I consumed way too much mead.  It was great being able to socialize with some of the others and finding out things that I didn’t already know about them, personality quirks and the like.  I know that I enjoyed the time, however, the only thing I have to cling too this morning is this incredible headache from all of the fun.

I know that I don’t usually hang out that often in Darnassus with my kind because it can be rather depressing and always stirs up my memories of things that I have lost since the fall of Gilneas.  There are still quite a few of us that think that there is an actual cure for the Curse and are still bemoaning the fact that they can’t live as they used too.  Well, I am one of the people that knows that there isn’t a cure for what ails us and if we are going to continue on in this new life, we need to put that yearning behind us and get on with life.  It’s not easy and we will always have those regrets of times gone by, however, that is not what the Fates had in store for us.

I did have some very strange dreams last night and I blame it on the mead and I blame it on the fact that I haven’t seen Felley in a while and I miss her more than I would have ever thought possible.  I know that we agreed a long time ago that we could and should go out on our own and do things without constantly being in the pack, however, I think it has been long enough now and she should come back home for a while.   I know that I truly miss those talks that we used to have when we were alone, I miss her laughter and “that look” I would get when I over-reacted to something.

My dreams were rather disturbing last night and that may be why I have this longing for Felley to be home again.  I was in that dream world revisiting things that I had thought that I had put behind me, however, they resurfaced with a vengeance.  I know that I spent most of the dream searching for my wife and daughters and reliving those horrible times where I thought I might have found evidence that they were still alive.  I know that I fought like a madman against becoming what I eventually became, however, last night’s dreams made it almost unbearable when I awakened this morning.   Ah well, I won’t spend all of my time dwelling on the past, it isn’t healthy and it sure won’t change anything.

Oak

Start Of The New Year…

January 12th

Dear Journal,

It really has been a very long time since I have written anything in this journal and I know that it has a lot to do with keeping the pack organized and growing.  Felly and I are still living in Darnassus for the most part and our pack mates are usually here most of the time.

Another year has pretty much passed without a whole lot of changes.  I know that Felley and I thought that it would be awesome to make the move to Stormwind, however, the cost of that move and the cost of living in the big city with the pack really just ended up being too cost prohibitive for us to actually make the change.  I won’t even go into the fact that the place was so crowded that it was hard to even think that there could be that much humanity in one area.  Plus, I had to stop and think about the fact that some of our younger members haven’t really learned the kind of control that they would need over their “wolf” to be able to rub shoulders with the other citizens without having the fear that they would reveal their true nature.

Oh, I know that I am old fashioned with some of the rules that I have with the pack, however, I feel that there needs to be a certain amount of control over certain things.  One of the rules that I enforce rather heavily is the fact that none of us should be in our wolf form when we are around settlements or in any of the larger cities.  I know that some others don’t follow that rule, however, it just adds a bit more of an order to things.  It’s okay to let the wolf roam freely and exhibit it’s nature when we’re in the wild, however, I don’t think that it’s really all that socially acceptable in populated areas.   I willingly admit that there are times that it’s hard to maintain that level of control for some of us – if you allow the wolf to be in control for too long or too often, no one can tell me that the beast might not take over your whole life.   I take pride in the fact that I am Gilnean, however, I do not take pride in the fact that I succumbed to the Curse as so many of us did prior to coming to Darnassus.

I think that we all had a great Winter Veil and the majority of us make the trek to Iron Forge for the celebrations there.  Oh the gifts were great that were handed out this year, however, I think that we have enough cushions in the house now to where we could open up the place as some kind mystical area – you know, the kind of place where palm readers might enjoy living.  All we would need is a hookah pipe and it would be the perfect place.

I did get Felley a new locket this year that I had engraved with our initials intertwined with some vines as well as having a place to put a picture in it if she so desired.  I wasn’t vain enough to have a picture of myself in there because I want her to have a choice as to what she wants to treasure in that locket.   I had to laugh because she actually bought me a new pipe that was rather ornately carved with a wolf’s head – I probably will only use that one when I’m home.  Plus, I got a new watch because the last one that got for me was ruined when I decided to take a shortcut and fell into the water .  Hey, I’m not perfect, sometimes I forget that I have my watch in my pocket and this last dunking did a number on the poor thing.

We did have a small celebration at our house in Darnassus for the pack along with some other friends.  It wasn’t anything huge, it was just fun and we all pitched in so that it wasn’t a huge expense on any one individual.   We even had some of our Night Elf friends stop in for a while as well as a few others – it was nice to be able to bask in the glow of that friendship.  I think Felley was really worried that a lot of the people might be offended because when we sent out the invitations that we would appreciate some assistance with the food and drink.  She thought that was making it out like we were too poor to really have a party and I explained to her that it was a way of getting our friends to feel like they were actually contributing to the event too.

Felley has really helped me with my education this year too.  I guess I was educated fairly well beforehand, however, she’s been getting me to read some of the tomes that she enjoyed as a young girl that I would have never thought about reading because the words were difficult for me to sound them out sometimes.  At least she’s taught me how to read without moving my lips all of the time.   I have to laugh sometimes because she’s refining me from being just the rough tradesman that I once was – can’t say I like all of the changes, however, if it pleases her to “improve” me, then, I’ll do it.

Our contracts from Stormwind have been a real lifesaver for us this year because we’ve been able to keep the pack together all of the time and fill them here in Kalimdor.  I think that when we tried to transition over to the Eastern Kingdoms that some of the younger folks really felt out of place because they have grown accustomed to the life around the Night Elves.  I think that we need to make a few trips over there sometimes to get them used to the idea that the world is a much bigger place than what they grew up expecting when we were in Gilneas.  I know that when I first started traveling around once we got settled in Darnassus, I was surprised at how big the world actually was because all I had ever known previously was behind the barrier of the Wall. Heck, there are still places in Kalimdor that I haven’t even ventured into and I consider myself fairly well traveled.

One thing that I have finally wrapped my head around is the fact that my wife and daughters never made it out of Gilneas.  I have spent the last two years trying to find them with the false hope that they were possibly in Stormwind or had found a haven elsewhere and I have given that hope up.  I’m sad in a way that is hard to describe and yet I feel that I needed to reconcile myself to the facts so that I could have a closure of some kind in order to get on with my life.  Felley and I are happy together and I think I just needed to let go of that last thread to my old life to actually appreciate what I have with her.  I know that by letting that part of my life go, I feel like I have had a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.

Well, I suppose I ought to stop rambling here and get off my backside to do some actual leatherworking.  I think that I need to start training some of the youngsters in how to make a proper pair of boots after seeing that some of them are still growing and the boots that they are trying to make work, just aren’t.

Oak

 

 

It Does Get Lonely Waiting Behind…

October 11th

Dear Journal,

Ah yes, it’s been quite a while since I’ve last written, however, these are busy times and there are many things to occupy my time.  The one thing that seems to occupy my time more often than not is the pack.  It keeps growing and sometimes I wonder what I am doing with this many in my group.  Of course, I do depend on Felley quite a bit to help me out sometimes, however, she has her hands full as well because she has decided to go out adventuring on her own a bit more these days.

There are times that I would be more than willing to put all of this aside and go off adventuring with her.  We’ve been together for quite a while and I will admit that I wouldn’t change a single thing about our time together with the exception of the fact that I would like to make our relationship a bit more formal, however, I don’t think that she would go along with that right now.

Felley knows that I still think about my wife and children that I lost in Gilneas, however, after the last year or so, I’ve actually stopped looking for them.  It was extremely difficult for me to give up on my old life, however, the logic of the situation finally registered fully on my mind.  There isn’t a chance that my family survived the fall of our homeland and it’s rather doubtful that they survived the Curse even if it did befall them.  Not everyone can adapt to that big change in their lives with their sanity intact.  I know this from my experience with some of the people that I have gotten to know since my arrival in Darnassus.

We did try to make the transition over to Stormwind for a short time, however, it was one of those things that just wasn’t meant to be due to the fact that some of the members of the pack couldn’t’ adapt to the city life without causing undo problems.   Rather than break the pack up and leave some of the youngsters behind, Felley and I, decided to bring the group back to Darnassus and to Dark Shore.  At least here people can kind of expect some of the social accidents that will happen with a young wolf, be they female or male – we all have our problems.  Sometimes the younger males will want to try to challenge my patience with the pack, however, that is usually short-lived and they have the choice of staying with the pack under my leadership and they can move on to another pack and try their luck there.  I know that Felley and I coddle some of our youngsters, however, they are the only children that we will ever have.

I do know that I haven’t seen or heard of anyone of our kind having children of our own since the Curse.  Maybe that ability to propagate has been taken away from us along with the Curse, no one really knows and it isn’t something that we discuss with one another.   There are a few people here from Gilneas that were not affected by the Curse but they are indeed a rarity and I will admit that there are times that I am somewhat envious of them having new families here in this land.  If only we hadn’t allowed ourselves to be cut off from the rest of society for so long that we lost touch with the reality of the situation of the lands and factions.

Oh well, all of that is hindsight and you know what they say about that.  I will have to admit that I have learned an awful lot from my mate in the last year.  I can read and cipher as well as she can even though I don’t have the formal education that her family afforded her before the changes happened.

From all of the rumors that seem to be floating around Darnassus, it does appear as though we’re in for some new and exciting changes as well as an opportunity to engage in some adventures with some of the old foes.  It may be rumor, however, not one to hide from adversity, I think that I will have my little pack ready for whatever may be looming on the horizon.

I hope that Felley will make her way back home before too much longer, I know that I miss her more than anyone could even fathom.  I guess I have let go of my past and I am looking forward to embracing the future if it’s not too late.  Who knows, she may have found another in her adventures to some of these distant places although I will have to admit that her letters are as warm as ever, they still aren’t quite the same as having her here with me.

 

Oak

 

 

 

Everything Is New … Time To Begin Again

April 24th

Dear Journal,

I suppose that I have to admit that I am enjoying my life in this new land despite the Curse.  In fact, I think that the Curse has enabled me to become more independent and successful at my chosen profession.  I know that I can stand and hunt with the best of them although I have not chosen to run with a pack yet.

Sure, I have met a few of my same persuasion, however, I am so used to being my own boss that I would find it rather difficult to follow the rules set forth by another.   Unfortunately, my Father taught me too well how to stand on my own two feet and make my own way.

The hunting is plentiful and I have been able to do all of the things that I would have normally done with the exception of living in a fine house and still having my family with me.  Ah yes, that does make me sad at some level, however, without the added burdens of the social acumen pressing on me to take a wife and have children to pass on the noble family name, I am finding it rather pleasant.  Where else could I live that allowed me to socialize with others and still maintain my independence?

This new found freedom is almost more than I can bear at this point.  I know that my life is very different if things had remained as they were in Gilneas.  I know that I would be attending quite a few more social gatherings in my Mother’s hopes of finding a bride and I would have been working with my Father to carry on the family traditions of working in the business.  Although we were of noble blood, there still had to be a way to earn a living in addition to anything that you might have gleaned from your ancestors as far as wealth.

I know that I have met a few people that I knew at home and strangely enough, they all seem to have become nobility since they landed in this new land.  Lord and Lady Whatsis, well, I fully recollect them being trades people at home, the wife was a school teacher and he was a butcher of sorts.  So, I suppose if they choose to live their new lives with the pretense of a lie, that is their business and I will not disclose their falsehoods.  I know that more than just a few people in Gilneas yearned to have that nobility crown, well, I can tell you from experience, it isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be when you get out into the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I know that I am just breaking into the edges of this land of Kalimdor and I have visited the large city in the Eastern Kingdom called Stormwind.   I can’t say that I was that thrilled with Stormwind due to the overcrowding, however, it is all a new beginning and I won’t let anyone spoil that wonder for me.   To begin one’s life anew is not something that one should throw carelessly away by clinging too hard to your past.   Let the past bury itself and live for the now and for the things that come – that’s what I fully plan on doing.

I know that I am going to live my life as it is and take what joy I can from being granted a second chance whether it came from this Elune or from the Light – it’s new, it’s exciting and I have finally convinced myself that I have no real regrets of things that have happened in the past.  Yes, there is a part of me that feels horrible for what befell my family at my own hand, however, the beast was the one that did the killing, not me the man.

Alexander Brandric

 

Accepting Your Fate…

February 28th

Dear Journal,

I have survived the destruction of my home, the deaths of my entire family and the horrendous life changes that have occurred to me, so far.  My name is Alexander Brandric, I am Gilnean and I am also a Worgen, through no choice of my own. Let me step back here a bit and I will tell you some of my story, dramatic, comical and sometimes rather boring.

I was the son to a minor noble family at home, which that name is not important to me now because the family as I knew it are all dead.  I am the sole survivor of the slaughter because I was the one doing the slaughtering. We had endured the onslaught of the plague being cast into our midst by the Forsaken and Sylvannas – we considered ourselves fortunate, maybe we were just kidding ourselves and accepted the ugly death at the beginning. Little did we now that the forthcoming horror that would befall our land.

From what I recall of my family, I assume that we were happy, we had money and all of the creature comforts that we once enjoyed without much thought.  There were parties, friends and lots of young woman to peek the fancy of a young man such as myself.  I’ll admit that I was no respecter of women and their protected virginity and partook of anything that I so desired – money has its advantages.

One night after one of my parent’s balls that was held in our home, I found myself in bed with a sweet young thing, she couldn’t have been more than sixteen. We all had been drinking and dancing most of the night and it culminated with me escorting this sweet young thing to my bedroom for some more intimate discussions.

We had all seen and heard of the worgen running rampant though our lands and were aware of the consequences if you were ever bitten, you would join the ranks of the filthy beasts. The worgen were originally created by Archmage Arugal to fight the Scourge, however, these aggressive beats had decided to turn their interest on easier prey, the citizens of Gilneas. Woe be to anyone that was only bitten and not killed.

When I awakened the next morning this young woman was acting rather peculiar and she bit me as hard as I have ever been bitten by any creature.  I cried out in anguish and looked at her to ask her why she had done such a horrible thing and notice her eyes had changed to a brilliant yellow and she was trying to attack me again. By The Light!! My bedmate was a worgen going through the transition to beast – that meant that I was going to have to face that Curse, there was nothing to prevent it or cure it. To be blunt, I killed her before she had a chance to kill me and removed her body from the house to the dense forest near there.  I was hoping that I hadn’t been cursed and I was also hoping that no one would remember that I was the last one to see her alive, if they ever found the body, that is.

Apparently, this Curse starts to stream through your body rather rabidly and it’s only a matter of hours, not days, until you make the transition to Wolf. The inner turmoil and pain I can remember as freshly today and I did the day that it happened. I thought to lock myself away in my rooms and no one would be the wiser, I had heard that some worgen were capable of returning to their normal human form – I had planned on staying in my rooms until I could make that change.

In my bestial madness, I broke out of my supposedly secured rooms and went on a rampage throughout the house, killing anything in my path.  I can vaguely remember some of the people that I killed however, I can remember killing my Mother and it causes me great anguish to my very soul. I can still see her shocked and pained face as I attacked her.   Her only words were “Why Alex…why?”  I will carry that picture in my mind until the day I die. From that point forward, my mind seems very unsure of the things that I was compelled to do as this beast.

The most horrible thing that happens with the Curse is that you are still inside this beast, you can see, hear and taste the things that it does, however, you have no control over it at all.  You may be screaming for people to run inside the head of the beast, however, the beast still kills whatever it happens to be pursuing, you see it very graphically and can feel the pleasure that the kill often brings.

I don’t know how long I was like this, my human mind was so overridden by the beast’s mind that I think I lost consciousness.  I do know that I was eventually captured and subdued in a cage, then later moved to chains.  I was forced to drink a potion that was supposed to cure the Beast, however, that potion took its own sweet time taking affect.  I was in the form of the Wolf for quite a while until something triggered the potion and I was able to return to my human form once again.

I remember fighting alongside my fellow Gilneans, some in human form, some with the Wolf.  I can say that we fought bravely and it seemed as though we were all going to be exterminated by the Forsaken.  The Forsaken were still lobbing their plague filled globes into the city, the stench overrode everything else and there was constant fighting for every single little foothold that we were able to gain.  It was a horrific time to be alive, no matter what form you were in.  To see your entire lifestyle being ripped away, people dying al around you, it was a war that I had never thought that I would be drawn into.  What was once a very proud city was now in ruins, people lying dead all around, too many bodies to give a decent burial and so many worgen satisfying their hunger by eating them – these were the worgen that were not such as I.

Graymane led his men valiantly, losing his own son in the process, as we tried to take our city back from the Forsaken and the worgen beasts that killed whatever came in their path. It was a truly gut wrenching time. We finally had to forsake our beloved city and fought onward to the coast – killing pockets of worgen and Forsaken as we went.  I don’t know how many people I saw die and at this point, I am numbed to the whole thing.

We lost our land, our people and the rights to truly claim that we were humans during that time. We finally made our final stand with the Night Elf race that came to our aide.  Of all the races in this great world of Azeroth, they were the only ones that stood valiantly with us.  We had to escape our land and took our refugees to Kalimdor.  What few of us that survived the struggles now live in Darnassus.   Most of us are Cursed, some are not, it was at the direction of the Fates as to whom was blessed with being normal human beings, displaced by a war that we never asked for or saw coming behind our wall to keep the world at bay.

I oftentimes hear people talking about a cure for the Curse and I have to laugh to myself.  There is no cure, you fools, you just have to learn how to control this inner beast and carrying on with what kind of life that has been left to you. I have very little gold in my pouch and I will have earn my money by my own hard work – no family fortune here, all was lost the night I killed my family.

Luckily I had learned to hunt with my Father and his group of friends long before this transition, so, I do have a means to support myself here in this strange land that we will now call home.  I do know that I almost get some kind sexual pleasure when the Wolf takes over and I am out in the field.  I have never known such physical strength and prowess as a human – I relish the joys of hunting down my prey and killing it, sometimes rending it to something that is not even recognizable in my beast frenzy.

I am going to accept this Curse for what it is, sometimes a blessing and sometimes something that separates my people from the rest of humanity.  I’ll keep searching for this so-called cure, however, I don’t think that it exists other than in some foolish man’s mind.

Alexander Brandric

Accepting Things For What They Are…

January 22nd

Dear Journal,

It has been months since I have taken the time to write in my journal, however, with this being a very cold and blustery day this morning, I think that I will take some time to sit by the stove and write for a few minutes.   I do dread the thought of getting out there in the cold icy rain even though setting the wolf free keeps me warmer than any clothing that I might have on.

This last year has flown by as if it had wings and so many things have happened that it makes it difficult sometimes to realize that as each month passed we were getting closer to starting a new year in this land.  I know that some of the older people long to return to return to Gilneas, however, I can remember how things were there and haven’t let those memories draw me into melancholy as some have.  I remember how it would rain and snow there and it seemed as if it never ended until Spring started bringing forth the new flowers.

We have been busy with the Pack, Oak and I.  I think that we have done right well with the group that we currently have.  We have had no trouble within our ranks and things have been plentiful.  We did go to Stormwind and started doing work for that import/export company that we found there.  The contracts seem to be many and we seem to fill them almost as quickly as we pick them up.  Sometimes Oak and I both go to Stormwind to deliver the goods and pick up new contracts that always seem to be awaiting us there.  It isn’t so bad working for a Night Elf woman, however, the Draeni that manages things for her is a bit on the rude side sometimes.  I know that she has tried to short shift us a couple of times, however, Oak is very good with figures and has been able to call her on it.

When we do make the trip to Stormwind, we can’t help but look at some of the available apartments and houses that are there that might be affordable to us.  However, we haven’t been able to find one that suits our needs just yet.  We don’t want to separate ourselves from the rest of the pack and would like to find a place large enough to accommodate all.  Oak says that we might have to wait another year before we will have enough money saved up or we might want to wander further afield than Stormwind and get a home in one of the smaller towns near there.  That is almost more appealing to me because Stormwind is very crowded these days with mercenaries and other people.

We have all been very busy this Fall and Winter, filling those contracts, and learning more about this land we’re in.  Oak says that the game here is definitely more plentiful than what we had in Gilneas, although some of the old timers will argue that point with him.  I know that haven’t wanted for anything and we always have food on our tables.

Oak was very sad the other day when he came home because he had gone to talk to some of his old friends and they didn’t seem to be even trying to fit in.  They are just living on what the Night Elves are kind enough to give them.  They sit under the tree and talk about the old times and how things were, the nobles, the peasants alike.  I don’t recall Gilneas being as grand as some of them seem to recall, however, I won’t argue with them, let them view the old world with their rose colored glasses.

Yes, I do miss the old life, however, I wouldn’t be doing some of the things that I am doing now if I were still there.  If it weren’t for the Curse striking when it did, I would have probably been attending balls looking for possible suitors to marry. Oh, I might have even been married by now and might have had children.  No, I would have more than likely been working with my Father and learning more of the things that a “wife” should know to run a proper household.

I do have to laugh sometimes because I can still sew the finer things and make them as pretty as I did back home when I have the time, when I’m not running with Oak and the rest of the pack.  I know that I have wondered many times what will become of us in the future, however, I don’t look too hard because I just want to see the pleasant things.  Life is not bad for me in this new land, I’m an equal with all of the others, no better and no worse.

I think about how things were in Gilneas sometimes and am very thankful that we have left that behind.  I know that if things were as they were back home, I would never have been with Oak and I would never know what it was like to have a man that would sit by a fireside and talk with me as an equal.  I would have been relegated to something else, talking with the other ladies at parties until my betrothed or husband decided that it was fitting for us to be on the dance floor.  No, I definitely prefer this life where I actually feel more comfortable.

Naturally, Oak laughs at me when we start talking and my education shows up from time to time.  Oak can read and write, however, he doesn’t take the joy from reading a book like I do because he has never had the time to sit down and really relax with one.  If this weather keeps up, I may go to the library and get a few books for all of us to read.  I do need to teach some of our young ones their letters – seems they didn’t make it to school at home because their families had no money. At least now these young ones have opportunities to better themselves without the old social barriers standing in their way.

Oh, we keep hearing that this person or that person has discovered a cure for the Curse, however, I think that we have all reconciled ourselves to the fact that this is how it is going to be.  At least our young ones have learned how to control themselves when we take them to Stormwind, no more accidental releasing of the wolf in the middle of the market like we used to have.  One of the rules that we have in the pack is that we do not show the wolf when we are in crowds of humans, dwarves and gnomes – we maintain our human form.  Even after all of this time, I know that some of the people are still unnerved by our ability to shape shift and I think that are extremely frightened of the beast.

Occasionally we do hear about the conflicts in Kalimdor and how the Horde seems to be imploding, however, I hope that Oak isn’t slipping off and fighting with the Sentinels as much as he once was.  I know that he tried to keep it a secret from me, however, there have been a few times when he had to explain away an injury that needed a bandage or stitching – he kept trying to tell me that he miss-stepped or some such nonsense but I know an arrow wound when I see it.  Besides, I know my man well enough to know that he isn’t that clumsy even when he has had a few drinks under his belt.

No, we haven’t gotten married yet and I don’t know if that will ever come to pass.  I know he loves me in his own way, however, I think that in his heart, he is still mourning for his wife and daughters.  I’ve never had children, so, I don’t know how it feels to lose one, however, I have lost my entire family and I have times that mourning never seems to want to end.  I miss my Father’s laughter and the kind touches of my Mother as she would braid my hair and talk to me about what a wonderful life I would have when I made the proper match.  Poor Mother always hoped that I would be able to wed a noble and bring our family to a higher station in life.

Oh, it does look as though the weather is breaking finally and I can hear Oak coming up the front walk now.  I suppose that he will want to gather the pack and head to Kalimdor to do some hunting and skinning.  I hope we get a chance to stop and do some fishing while we are at it, I have a yearning for some fresh fish.

Felley

 

 

Haven’t Written In A While

July 1st

Dear Journal,

Here it is already a new month and things are pretty much status quo here in Darnassus.  Felley and I looked around Stormwind when we went visiting last and I think that we are going to stay in Darnassus for a good long while yet.

We found several different places to live in Stormwind; however, they were rather costly and would have taken the pack fund down to almost nothing, which is something that I refuse to do at this point.  We all know that winter is right around the corner and that the game is a little tougher to get at that point.  Not to mention, the pelts that we will need to sell in order to make it through the cold.  It’s going to be interesting this year.

I think that the pack as a whole is doing really well and the people are working together as a team.  I never realized how much of a disruption Sonshine was to the pack until after he left.  We’re a happy group and we all seem to get along rather well.

The good thing is by not taking a place to live in Stormwind, we were able to find suitable quarters for Abigayle and for Caldwic.  At least they aren’t living with us anymore all of the time.  I know that the lack of privacy was starting to make me a bit more than crazed.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed having them stay with us for a while; however, it was very cramped in there. 

I’m proud to announce that Abigayle and Caldwic have learned how to control their wolf forms a lot better.  Poor Caldwic had a terrible time with his and would slip into his Wolf without even thinking two seconds about it.  We all try to maintain our human forms when we are in cities or the towns to avoid any problems with the other humans which will arise once in a while.  There are people that still don’t understand that there are people living in those wolves that they throw stones at sometimes.

At least we’ve all made several trips to Stormwind to sell out pelts and to see the sights a few more times since I last wrote and we’re accumulating some extra money.  Naturally, anytime we go, the girls have to go shopping for a few things.  Felley has been getting a few bolts of cloth now and then to make some dresses for them, which will be nice when we are in town and they want to get dressed up a little bit.  We’ve made a few more friends in Stormwind, however, none that seem like we might want to join a pack with them or anything.

It sure does seem as though we do run into more packs all of the time these days.  There seem to be more Gilnean stranded far from home.  I keep thinking that maybe one of these days that we will be able t take our homeland back, however, that could be a long time down the road.  Of course, it won’t ever be the same place that we once lived either and we all realize that.  It’s just that even though we have been welcomed in Darnassus and Stormwind, you always feel like you don’t quite belong.

I know that sometimes when we are out in wilds hunting that our good friend Sonshine has been stalking us.  As far as I know, he hasn’t joined up with any other pack that are based out of Darnassus and that’s no wonder.  Word spread pretty quickly about his behavior in our pack and how he had treated Abigayle when they were together. 

That was indeed a sad situation and I do wish that Felley and I had known about what was really going on long before we did.  Not only was Sonshine taking all of Abigayle money that she earned, he was actually beating her on a regular basis if she didn’t have any money.  Of course, that’s where Caldwic became involve with things – he was Abigayle’s friend and he was trying to protect her from Sonshine.  He admits that it wasn’t much of a fight because he didn’t know how to control Wolf and Sonshine knew all of the right things to do to get him to turn.  Well, that’s over and done with and we shouldn’t have to deal with Sonshine McBride very often.  We just make sure that we all stay close together in the wilds and not give him a chance to attack any of us.  I don’t know what his purpose is other than to intimidate the two youngest members of the pack, however, it’s working.

I know that we have all gotten into kind of a routine with our hunting and that’s nice because that means we know what each of us is supposed to be doing on a given day and a given time.  No one seems to mind having at least one day’s rest in there in either because even though times might be hard, you need that one day where you can do whatever you want to do – or at least I do.

Of course, I still go help out the Sentinels now and again, which Felley still doesn’t know about because she would be upset that I am putting myself at risk each time I do one of these little mercenary duties.  It’s not all bad and the money is good and these Sentinels still don’t know what I look like in human form because I always “chance” upon them as the Wolf.

Well, I suppose that I should stop writing in my journal and get busy because our rest day was yesterday and I took full advantage of it.  I know that sleeping most of the day away wasn’t what some of the others had in mind, however, I was tired and that’s what I wanted to do with my free time.  Naturally, I got the tsk-tsk from Felley even if she was smiling when she did it.

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