one ☓ cutting teeth

[shamanism]

[audio --> video]

Attention, [intones the deep, rough, and rich voice of a newcomer.] I was told that I could contact other-- [the barest pause] -- transports with this device. This is a test signal. If you are able to hear me, please respond.

Or perhaps there is another way—?

[Without any warning, the video feed switches on, showing a green blur at first. At last it evens out, centering on a wrinkled green face possessing two startlingly blue eyes... strangely gentle, despite his otherwise beastly appearance. His hair is black and braided in front, and some of it leaks out of his beige hood. His expression is grave, concerned with recent events and things yet to come.]

I appreciate any information you can give me regarding the nature of missions and the history of this center. If I am to fight for my freedom, so be it, but I will not fight blindly.

[Another pause.] Thank you for your help. [He fiddles with the netbook for a second, then the transmission ends.]

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action;

[shamanism]

I'll be there soon. [He's just got... ghost wolf for transportation. So, you know. That's a thing. Anyway, time to get the hell out of here. He's not sure how to end the transmission, so he closes the lid.

Thrall finds the netbook's weight strange and unwelcome in his satchel with all his totems and keepsakes. He sets it down carefully and slips out of the apartment.

Thrall is pleased to find that the spirits of nature still linger in a world that is otherwise so dead and strange and barren. His feet feel much, much lighter as the wolves of this world lend him speed. Soon he finds himself at the edge of a forest.

This looks like the place. He thanks the spirits once more and sits at the foot of a leafy tree (though he swears for a brief moment that he has paws instead of sandals).]

[deadelfwalking]

[it doesn't take long for Koltira to find him. Thrall's ghost wolf is unmistakable, after all. He lifts a hand in greeting as he approaches.]

I suppose you wish to know more of my circumstances, then?

[shamanism]

[Thrall does not stand up, but he does invite Koltira to sit down beside him with a small gesture. They have a /lot/ to talk about.]

Yes. [His face is grave, however.] Have they not helped you with the... hunger?

[He's trying to be as delicate as possible about it. Thrall's no expert on death knights, but he has heard enough from Eitrigg and the others.]

[deadelfwalking]

'They'? You mean these people? [he laughs bitterly.]

No. They have been no help at all.

[shamanism]

[They probably see it as something convenient for their purposes. That thought just makes Thrall want to help them even less, but they aren't in a position to negotiate right now.]

... It surely must be driving you mad. [Thrall does not sugarcoat things like this very well. Really, there's no way around it: Koltira is an undead killing machine with an oil leak and something's gonna explode if he's not taken care of.] What alternative methods have you tried? [he prods as gently as he can manage.]

lays on

[deadelfwalking]

[he kinda is being driven mad, Thrall, and for more reasons than just the curse of bloodlust. He rubs his temples in agitation.]

Meditating. Culling the wildlife. They are only brief respites.

cuddle

[shamanism]

There is no cure that I know of, but I would not see you torn apart by this madness.

[He bends slightly, scraping up some dirt in his big green hand, and offers it to Koltira.]

All things begin and end with the earth. If there is an answer to be found, it will be there.

I will guide you.