In this story i would like to express a potential, or a curse of individuality, such a being able to stand for what you believe or what you think is right, even if the cost is lost your whole "tribe" but after this Sacrifice you find a something more ... or ...you become your own greatest enemy?

...At the begining, I would like to use the language of symbolism again to somehow explain the meaning of understanding behind the story of the brave young warrior.

The decision was made

1. Do you had in your life a moment when something inside of your own is stronger then a rules of your close circle or community... and put yourself in the situation when you have to decide to stay true YOU but the result of this "little" rebellion will be cost you isolation or any other social rejection?? That dont need to be a ( GAIA ) your mother... but your craft, hobby, passions, work or something what make your small spark of weirdness... too bright for the ones whos still sleeping and they refuse to open eyes just like even to look at something what could interrupt the passions to hide behind a fake dreams of pure crowded laziness of become individually thinking human being....
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Old friends

2. But after you decide to defend your true ( love, life, religion, nationality, thought... ) remember.... the beginning there is always someone or something ( STORMFANG ) who will stay on your side , it can be your ( grandparents, old friends, pet or just a jar full of clay ).... But they will never understand the perception of reality that puts you in the position of an outsider..... They loved the personality of your OLD self that no longer exists...
...And depends of how strong is you "BLOODLUST" you will lost or forgot in the meantime of emotional pain or fighting that someone were there with you when you start be "a weirdo" but now is forever lost or dead like Durotan old friend STORMFANG...

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remembered

3. Will you wear the fur or the memory of the people or things that helped you become a leader, or your daily dreams, as a reminder of the days when you BECAME THE BEAST and with a mind full of rage from misunderstanding, pride, ego was something that still holds you as a bridge between two worlds?
Or do you blindly after success put all the battles won in your possession and instead of being a "master of war" you become a "harbinger of rage" ( GULDAN) which begs for another lesson...
It's your choice...

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