Orcs of the Red Blade

With slow grace benighing her great size the Tauren Shaman walk to the camp fire, placing her huge hands into a small bag around her waist she took out a pinch of herbs and tossed them onto the fire a sweet fragrance filled the night air, "Something to clear the air " the great figure smiled.
The lone Orc sitting across from the shaman was staring into the fire, looked up with surprise.
"Greetings Earth Warden you are the first to walk up on me so"  the Taren gave the Orc a wide toothy grin.
"Well meet sister Orc and how do you fair this moon light night?"
"Nothing changes Earth warden still I walk within a cloud".
"Umm you have been with us for more than four full moon cycles  and still you mind does not clear the vale placed upon it".
The Orc looked up again "perhaps I'm lost because nobody is looking for me perhaps my name is lost in the great sea of time".
"Very deep you have become".
"Orc time is the great healer this is taught to us by the Earth Mother your time with us is not been wasted it seems".
A rare smile spread across the Orcs face " I feel at peace here but I cannot shake the nagging in the back of my mind that I belong else were,
with brothers and sister of my own race".
The Tauren nodded her brow creasing into lines of concern.
"Does the cloth you care for still not release  its secrets that hammers  away at  your head?"
The Orc turned to her pack which lay at her side and removed a leather bound package, removing the ties she opened the package reverently removing two clawed weapons with the letters N,A,G scribed into the blades and a deep red cloth emblazed with a unknown emblem.
"I have seen this emblem worn by many Orc within in the lands but never have I found it within me to talk to them who were it".
"I hoped that at least one would recognise me and perhaps jog my mind to remember, but then I think perhaps they do not want to remember me, have I done some foul deed or perhaps they wish to forget me".
A sigh came from the Tauren "Perhaps it is time then Orc".
"Aye Earth Warden perhaps it is".
The Orc  rewrapped the items back into her pack and swooped it up placing it on her mount.
Turning back to the Tauren she bowed low the only thing she was sure of in her lost past to do to them she respected.

((\o/ I really enjoyed reading this, although I am not sure if this is Claws returning or departing! Gives it a reall hint of mystery! I particularly enjoyed how you portrayed the tauren, she seemed very real to me. Perhaps you could now write some more!))

(( Claws has never left it's more of she has never been found or may be looked for only time and may be some sharp Orc eyes will concluded this mystery)) ::)