Memoirs: Desolace

I was exhausted, completely and utterly drained. I'd been moving almost non-stop since the last University Field Trip, trying to become stronger as fast as I could. Trying to solve the only problem I could see an answer to, locking the rest deep within my mind to be dealt with later. It was just easier that way. I could do what I needed to do to gain strength, and not face the other problems those actions illuminated.

And I was rewarded, with new training, with greater skill, with Slootom. My odd looking little Felhunter that reminded me of nothing more than my parents dog, the one that guarded the field, the one they refused to name. The dog was not a pet, they reminded me time and again, but with or without the name, I still cried when they found it torn and scattered across the corner of the field. So Slootom became more of a pet than the others, of slightly more use than Chibi in a fight, but still my puppy.

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