Northstar Vale will you not yield to immortal gods?

For @Chusi.

His scar bleeds freely now, slowly, but staining his cheek nonetheless. It is an unfortunate mark to bear, but one he carries as a part of his identity, one that clearly distinguishes himself from everyone else, unfortunately. Where he roams, however, his identity is one that needs to be hidden, concealed from the eyes of his enemies. He knows this, but regardless, he throws caution to the wind and emerges from the dark woods he had once sought to free himself from. It seems silly in hindsight, that he had once rejected on principle the very thing that kept him alive, Blackfeather Woods. It had once seemed so dark, so volatile, and in truth it was, but he now sees it as his and his to protect along with all those within. That is the only reason he finds himself concerned for what he knows the Cerberus will bring upon him once more, that whatever they have planned will impact his family, his siblings and siblings yet to be. 

He pauses at the border that became the catalyst of it all, upon which he sought meaningless revenge that would prove to be more trouble than it was worth. He stands silently and ponders for a moment, would he have done it differently.... done it at all? He would not kid himself, of course he would. It was in his nature, despite the stupidity of it all. Ripping into Rannoch's neck was an experience one could not simply go without, and as reversing the event was beyond his ability, he didn't question the alternate possibilities of what could have occurred differently that day. Vaati was not, and is not, one to dwell on the decisions of the past, but he was not opposed to taunting the memories of it. And so he lingers on the borders he knows he is not welcome to, curious if the same druid who had initially insulted him was willing to show his face once again, now that this time, Vaati would stand inches taller and much bigger, much bolder and utterly merciless.