Nyx

Remarkable infractions set in on a withered stone,
Coursing a fate, mapped only for the belittled eyes.
Teardrops of acid tenors fall towards the beaten markers,
Recounting affections gained with emotions lost in tortured time.

Having just been exalted with the Earthmother herself, the tauren shaman removes his mace and shield setting them on the ash of the Mistrunner camp ground. Partedhair gazes up at the severed head of Chief Anak Mistrunner hung from the battered gea tree.

Enchanting robes of eternal bliss fall over shoulders worn forsaken,
Trapped in a tide pool of tenacious embraces cast, raw and cut left open.

His Nyx tabard burns aflame upon his body dropping him to a knee. In ashes, remnents of an insignia fall to the ash ground. The Nyx insignia brands his chest. Parted roars beastial before Anak Mistrunner. His war paint fading away.

Resounding impurity kisses lay sweetly on the skin of masking doubt,
Shimmering reflections of tomorrows dance playing forward moving on
The withered stone cracked left standing, deafening tale showing all.

(( I hope this doesn't mean what I think this does :'( ))

The burning guild tabard is the part that worries me. I hope we have not lost you, for it would be a loss.

Eyesore

(( As I read it, the tabard was not all that was burning. ))

((He did say the batman insignia was permanently burned into the skin/fur on his chest. Perhaps, like myself, he is a conscientious objector to the war, but still remains loyal to Nyx.))