Concentrate. C’mon, concentrate. You’ve got it aimed right at the red dot in the target. Hold the rifle firm. C’mooooon.

BAM! The sound of a gunshot rang through the snowy forests of the Hinterlands as she squeezed the trigger on her rifle, sending a twenty millimeter hollow-point bullet at a target hung on a flexible tree branch swaying slightly in the wind. The bullet hit it’s target, but not the exact point on the target-board she had wanted it to. It collided with the…

Things have been interesting lately. Like today. I woke up this morning, ate breakfast and stuff as usual. I had pancakes, that I made myself, as well as some fruits I bought the other day. After that, I went and worked on the security system I've been assembling for the past few months. I managed to finish the last few pieces of it, but it took me a few hours. After that, it was getting late. probably around seven-ish. So, I went to the Recluse. Althurian, Vaydra, and Joseph were all there.…

Maybe they do have a reason to worry, then again, I'm always fine no matter what happens to me. Earlier when I was telling Yulice how stupid it was that everyone worries about me, and she worried more! Now I'm stuck in this room in Dalaran writing this down, and if I even try to leave I'll just get forced to come back. People should know by now that I can handle these things. Roy has stabbed my many many times, and yet look! I'm still here. Ranshiean has done horrible things, and even thrown…

Syanril angrily steps outside Stormwind's borders. She doesn't turn to look back, walking out into Elwynn Forest, crying. "I hate you Chrida. I hate you." She walks for hours and hours until reaching Redridge. Shifting into cat form, she continues running. As she reaches Lakeshire, she shifts out of form, and looks down at the sea shell still held close to her body by her belt. She removes it from her belt, and lays it flat in her right palm. Mythrendir had given this to her, as she could…