I was flying aimlessly around Azeroth, taking a short reprieve from the oppressive darkness of Deepholm after a Blood Seeker spawn gave me a break period from my Aeonaxx camp.
I was bored, trying to think of something to do now that I had the free time. I was too tired to get into anything though, so I just wandered around in game, no real destination in mind.
I wound up flying through the Dark Portal for some reason, ending up in Hellfire Peninsula. Again, no real purpose, just following random whims.
As I soar over Zeth'gor, I take a moment to pause by the stables, seeing the Worg Master standing by his wolves. That's when I was inexplicably drawn to Feng.
I move closer, squinting at the worg in my dreary tiredness. Those silver-blue eyes were startlingly expressive. I had a bizarre sense of anger at seeing him there, enclosed. There were other patrolling worgs in Zeth'gor, all of which were mistreated by their NPCs occassionally, causing them to run off in fear.
Something just didn't feel right, that noble black wolf under the dominion of such a cruel and uncaring master.
Standing face-to-face with Feng, I could almost feel a tangible connection. It was the strangest thing, made even more so by my poor, sleep-deprived mind. I killed the Worg Master, unable to stand his presence any longer.
Then...I tamed Feng. It just happened, and I'm really not sure what the deal is. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and wonder why the hell I have a black worg and release him, or maybe this is something more.
In any case, I'm writing this down here before I head to bed.
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