#zal does NOT like kara

[shadowphoenixrider]

Zal’ria felt her raptor shift uneasily under her, gnashing her teeth fitfully. She felt, as did her rider, the awful pallor of death that hung on this godforsaken land. ‘Deathwind Pass’ was a very apt name.

“I know, Zira, we’ll be off soon.” Zal’ria soothed her mount, gently rubbing at the raptor’s neck muscles. Zira huffed with annoyance, but she stayed put for now.

Zal’ria’s eyes were on the tower looming out of the mists, dark and forboding. Karazhan. Old home of the Last Guardian Medivh, and his apprentice Khadgar. Zal’ria’s father.

He’d always talked of his times there fondly, described a tower of gleaming white stone in a valley of life. This Karazhan was anything but, and her very fur crawled at the death in the air around her.

It was chilling how much it reminded her of Lordaeron; in Khadgar’s time, warm and vibrant. In hers, dead and desolate. Was this what she was inheriting? A land slowly decaying from under her?

Zal’ria shook her head, tapping her heels against Zira’s sides. She had places to be. The Blasted Lands was calling, as was more of her father’s legacy. Zira gave a thankful growl, and bounded away.