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Is there something they have to fear. Unnatural is merely nothing more than something one does not deem—- ’ r i g h t ‘ ..orderly. She has heard it time and time again, her ways were repulsive, sicken —- against nature and it’s will. Obviously, the queen could not care less upon those who say such, whether they’re part of the Horde or not.
❝ —- D e a t h is what they fear. My people, they are death. THEY ARE what they fear; those who serve the Horde do not see what I see, they HAVE not felt what I’ve felt—- until they’ve faced what I— my people, have faced, they will NEVER understand. ——so, they can lack in their trust, they can whisper and fear what they will… ❞
-- She had never encountered the undead before; they were not present on Draenor. Orcs had not yet had necromancers in this world, Ner'zhul had not become the lich king, and she had never heard of the scourge.
Thus, nobody on Draenor knew terror of the undead. She knew only what she could see with her eyes, which she could chalk up to more azerothian strangeness, and the vague unease felt through her seal (visible every now and again as the light rippled across her skin like it was metallic, her very presence bathed gold, like all paladins --) which she ignored.
"You fight with allies you do not trust, who do not trust you," She chose her words carefully, "Then... why do you remain allies?"
