The old tauren sits against the building housing one end of the bridge to Elder Rise and absently rubs the left side of his chest, he grimaces and looks up at the dark sky and it's twinkling stars. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly as if trying to control a sharp pain. With another sharp breath he speaks, apparently to no one.
"It's working. And...I hate you. You're bringing out the worst of the people around me, family and friends alike. Tearing us apart. They don't handle crisis well... at all."
Owakeri shakes his head and grunts, gripping his left shoulder with his right hand.
"I'm too old for this. I don't even remember how old... but I think I'm older than my kind is suppose to be. I'm on borrowed time... I don't understand why you're taking such a slow revenge. Hell... I'm not even sure it's you."
He grimaces and pulls his shoulders into a huddle for a moment, concentrating on breathing in slow even tones. "Too old..." After a moment Owakeri sits back and breathes more readily, he looks around confused, "did you...?" Glancing to the right he blinks to clear his vision, and shakes his head, unsure he actually saw anything. The wind picks up for a moment and the barest whisper reaches the old tauren ears, "not.... yet."
His eyes wide and wild, Owakeri stands up, still not sure he heard or saw anything. He breathes deeply and works his left shoulder, bolstered and no longer in any discomfort. "Why??" but his tone is resigned, as though he doesn't really expect to hear an answer. Looking around in agitation he mutters about finding "them" to tell "them" what he suspects, but it lasts only a moment before he just stops. Smiling to no one in particular he wanders aimlessly past the building... his objective apparently forgotten.
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