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[Dzivah] ((I've moved!))
(( Thanks to my good friend Paul/Drek'tal, I was made aware that there are people who used to read this other than close friends, and they aren't aware that the blog has moved!
You can find dzivah's adventures in full at here new blog: clickyLikely will not be updating the LJ any more, given that I have become dissatisfied with the spam protection ( Read more... ) -
[ Dzivah ] Waking whispers.
Time passes easily, without the reluctance that it would have in more trying times. My duties have been disharged, as I have been deemed unfit for performance due to my failing health. With little choice but to live off of a meagre stipend until I either die or find further work, I became relegated to the Trollish slums demarcated by our kindly ( Read more... ) -
[ Dzivah ] Rehabilitation.
I didn't think I deserved to live at all. If Ohiska had not found me, I'd be dead. I'd spent my last few bursts of fire trying to extinguish anything that came close to trying to help me.
I don't remember how long I was in Booty Bay for. I lay in a cot, depleted of my will to go on, for some time. At some points I was spoon fed, quite literally, by ( Read more... ) -
[ Dzivah ] Chasing the steel.
Work is scarce in Booty Bay, and I fear I'll take to petty thievery again to live the life I've become accustomed to.
Pride dictates I shouldn't turn to my old brethren, but a strange compulsion is driving me to seek out Brother Ohiska. It's as though the fates are conspiring to end me of my predilection for bad behaviour.
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[Dzivah] In the darkness with you.
The tribe has dispersed. I suppose I didn't see the signs because I never cared one way or another. Senses heightened elsewhere led to distraction.
I'll settle in Orgrimmar for now. I won't return to Sen'jin, nor the Undercity. Time for a fresh start.
It wasn't pertinent to involve myself in the inner workings of the tribe. For all its interesting ( Read more... ) -
[ Dzivah ] Freedom.
I don't even care any more. And that is the greatest freedom: the freedom from one's imperiled emotions.
When apathy kicks in, you have not lost. Not in my opinion. When you no longer care for them, it is they who have lost, not you. You have conquered.
The greatest tragedy for him is to become completely insignificant to me.
I pity him now.
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[ Dzivah ] Hearts are idle.
If you seek to pay for your transgressions in my blood, and not your own, then is there not a fundamental flaw in your methods? Apologies have become pointless, vapid, hollow expressions employed merely so that one may continue to garner favor in a one-sided relationship. This is how it has come to devolve between Drek'tal and I.
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[ Dzivah ] Can't wash it out.
Sometimes a gift isn't necessarily a generous one.
It's sometimes just an oversight from someone who is ludicrously high.
If I ever wash this out of my system, I'll be sure to tattoo the following words to my wrist.
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[ Dzivah ] Doomed.
After every great burn, I die. I die and I die.
But before I burn away forever, I shall remember these strange yet tender moments. These rare feelings. The camaraderie I have never experienced before.
The Sandfury was the first. She helped me to change my mind, and helped me to realize that my judgments had been too hasty. Khi'jazi. Even whispering ( Read more... ) -
[ Dzivah ] Please sto-
A page is torn from the book, the ink still fresh from a few hours prior: Dzivah has been writing in her sleep, remarkably legibly, and is anxious upon waking to find these words. She tucks the page into a binding on her staff with the purpose of burning it later.
Why? Why do you persist? You see nothing and yet see everything. Even with eyes given ( Read more... )