Do not mistake me for the woman who left, all those years ago.
There are some experiences that a person cannot endure and remain unchanged.
Becoming a Demon Hunter is one of those experiences.
The woman whom I was knowingly and willingly sacrificed herself to become me.
I honor her memory and her memories, but I am not that woman anymore.
Do not expect me to respond to you as she would have done, and do not get in my way.
Of course I had to create my Demon Hunter today. I quite like that a Demon Hunter can look almost completely normal, if they wish — no tattoos, no horns, not even a blindfold — on a Blood Elf, those glowing fel green eye sockets aren’t really that much different from usual. I had been thinking about choosing the smallest, stub horns for my Demon Hunter, but then when I saw the Yrel horns, well, I had to have those instead. The demon whose heart Kiralaira consumed was an Eredar sorceress.
I haven’t actually zoned in with her yet, though. I don’t want to deal with the crowds, the lag, the bugs, the bottlenecks. I want to be able to savor and document the starting zone experience without too many other people cluttering up my screenshots.
Instead, I’ll do my usual Tuesday routine of recruiting new Followers from the Inn (gotta catch ’em all!) and farming old raids for Mog stuffs. Then I’ll check out a Demon Invasion or two. I’ll take Kiralaira through the Demon Hunter starting zone later this week, or maybe next week, after the initial rush has tapered off (and I’ve completed more of my pre-semester prep work >.<)