Dawnlark Plains i can't forget you, i can't forgive what you did to me

caiaphas did not much revel in basking in old memories: she had hoped vercingetorix wished only for the bare bones, but it seemed he requested her perspective. an interesting way to put it.. so few wolves cared for the siren queen's perspective.

she sniffed introspectively, casting her feral yellow gaze about her as she summed up where to begin. "well it starts with my mate, dead now. back then i lived in ankyra sound -- well before drageda did --" caiaphas couldn't resist that snipe.. she was after all, a dick: "first it was called the nereides, then ankyra sound... then....... grimnismal." very little of this would likely make sense or register with vercingetorix, but caiaphas felt it important information regardless. "in grimnismal, i gave birth to my first litter.. four little whelps." as they walked, the siren's shriveled features bloomed into a rare, fond smile. she was many things, but she was a wolf destined to be a mother -- it was only the cruel humor of fate that saw otherwise.

"ephraim. illidan. rhakios. raleska. they were several months old before grimnismal fell siege to a bear and our pack was scattered. we had little choice but to flee. i left, but everything was taken from us regardless." caiaphas' jaw tightened as she recalled the brute lumbering for her babes. "we fled through the tunnels, and then across plain with the bear following us. we lost him somewhere out in the flatlands.

it was not easy going; one of the children, svalinn, was dreadfully young. he was on the verge .. and," caiaphas' voice constricted: "the children near starved. we approached easthollow, and were turned away with no remorse. we had nowhere to go. our children's lives were in their hands. they did not care." caiaphas' yellow eyes glinted with an ugly flash of hate.

"then came a storm -  the likes of it, i have never seen. it flooded the plains in a matter of minutes, and we were in the open and vulnerable. one of the puppies was swept away in the torrent, and the lightning so fierce the puppies bolted. ephraim, rhakios, and illidan scattered -- my mate went after them." caiaphas recalled the horror of holding tight to raleska and svalinn while the world cracked open in thunderous torrents.

"my mate never came back."


rhakios. illidan. ephraim. their lives claimed by some unholy storm.

"i could not leave raleska or svalinn unattended, but i tried my best to find him, all of them. the storm claimed my mate, but i found illidan a few months later, nursed to health by a nearby pack." if only they had gone to the vale first.. or somewhere else -- anywhere else but easthollow -- how much would their lives have changed? "and... drageda found ephraim."