Ouroboros Spine sipapu

Sitri made himself up to the top of the peaks. It was here that he enjoyed the most. Places where very few bothered him, and even less where the voices could be heard. He hated them, they had been gone as Tyrande had been teaching him, but as she had left. He had reverted back to his old ways. It was far too hard for him to handle it.

He was a servant, a bloody man, and there was no changing him. However, at least he could die here away from that life. If it was alright with the world. Sighing he continued up, large brutish paws taking up the expanse of the area. His eyes red and gleaming as he walked.