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The Consuming Truth. (The Beast of Silverpine Forest pt. 2)

Started by Vargosh, September 28, 2009, 11:44:32 PM

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Vargosh

((Live with it.))

The Consuming Truth


"What could you offer him? Love? Care?!"

"Turgash, don't do it! Ye really want Vargosh to grow up like this?!"

"Bah, I be giving him the proper life! The one of a warriors!"

Turgash charges again, holding his one-hand axe ready, Smashing it into Magrokh's axe.

But as he does he had drew his dagger which is used to puncture the throat of the other Mok'Nathal.

Vargosh stares at his father, as he slowly falls to his knees, trying to block the blood flow.


~~


Vargosh comes back to reality, blocking the incoming attack just in time.

He roars, a thundering roar from the deepest part of his lunges. His roars had grown quite frightening the last couple of days.

Bashes his head into the humans, knocking it out.
He then stompts its face in.

Vargosh mutters to himself.

"He be right. Diffuse emotions is worthless in this world."

Vargosh leaps at the next humans that comes charging at him. Cleaving it in half with his giant axe.


In the distance four to five humans comes running towards him, as he prepares himself for the fight. He blacksout.


~~


"You pathetic cretin. Why are you wasting your life in the pitfights?!
Take arms! Fight our enemies! Join the orcs and their Horde!"

"Turgash, I be damned well doing as I please with me life!"

The Older Mok'Nathal looks down at the teenager Mok'Nathal, his nephew.

"Don't come to me when your life get's shit, pup."


~~

"Vargosh, snap out of it. She's a whore. I told you that already.
She's not worth it."

"But.. I.. she means so much fer me!
She made me better, not all about wa-"

"Are you daft?! Go to war, rise in ranks in the tribe.
Become a Rrosh-tul, I know you can."

"Aye.. I be.. fer ye Gnash!"


~~

Vargosh wakes up, lying on the ground, it's several hours since the humans came running at him.

As he peers around, he actually sees them lying there, dead next to him.

He rubs his head. Grumbling.

"What is happening.. Dreams of Gnash and me uncle.."

Mazguul

(( I'm so sorry for what Mazzie did to him :'( Sometimes I really hate my characters ))
There be more than four elements, there be five! Folk always ferget the element o' SURPRISE!!!

Vargosh

((Err.. ehm.. You had a choice, really. And you choosed to never return to Vargosh. o.o
If you hate it so much, don't do it. ^^ Just saying.

Will save you some tears, as they say.))

Morgeth

((Reckon characters rule themselves at times. I know Morgeth have done just so. Anyway - very nice story. I look forward to determined Vargosh. Ought to serve for some nice RP.))
I want to be just like you. I figure all I need, is a lobotomy and some tights.

Mazguul

(( Regardless - aye, very interesting story and good to read too. It will be fascinating to see where it leads. ))
There be more than four elements, there be five! Folk always ferget the element o' SURPRISE!!!