Burned Skin, licking pain.

[Murrah]

The night of Fjord was cold, the harsh wind stabbed through cloth and maimed iron, Murrah stood top of a mountain, looking down from it, A old Tauren had told her about this place, a place for meditation and purification.

There was no purification or salvation for her, not until she could free herself from the past.
She watched around her, she kept watching the spirits of the mountains roared inside her mind, like swarming rats clawing and biting their way through her soul. She had been sleeping all these years, now she was starting to wake up slowly, these orcs.. These orcs.. They were unnatural to her senses. She stood and caressed her stomach.
Life, she once carried life.. No more, now she only carried death. Cold wind disguised the feeling of tears going down her scarred cheeks.

It was wrong, unfair she had been a great warrior of the horde the mocking words of her brother. "Brokenblade Master." a Female Blademaster, it was not happening, even with her strenght and skill with steel, "Warmaiden of the Horde." more mocking words what she remembered.
From War to War.. She closed her eyes, trying to supress the pain, how her brothers had died around her, how she had watched the hungry eyes of the Scourge and darkness had claimed her.
How she had commanded armies of Scourge from her rotten worg, how she had killed innocents.
How the freedom had been like a slap to the face, her every crime being like a infected wound on lips of many.
"Monster" "Rider of Horrors." "Whore of the King." 
Blackmarrow.
She shook her head and lifted her burned hand infront of her face and looked at it.
"Maybe, there is a chance for me.. Maybe.." she whispered tears falling to the wind, her heart ached, she felt weak for a moment, until all the feelings were mere shadows.
Suffocated and strangled lies, the howl of the spirits turned stronger, turning around, glancing at the rising hill she saw the guardians of the mountain climbing up, the wind itself turned against her, she shook her head and moved her hand to the handle of her sword. Shadow of blinding pain kissed her nerves until her fingers entwined around the handle of her Runeblade who seemed to hum from delight, from the antipacition to deliver mayhem.
"No.." she whispered to herself.
"They are innocent, I am trespassing." She turned around and jumped down the mountain.
It all happened so quick and slow, the spirits roared and screamed, the sound of chains filled her mind, until she was gliding down gently, being carried by the wind.
"Maybe I do have a chance." she said.
until the wind ended and she fell into the frozen lake shattering the ice from the impact.


Her fist broke the ice above her after few good punches she inhaled for air, cold.. so cold..
Until the cold disapeared again, a shadow. Wet hair matted against her face.
"No male would want to be under my fur now, they would catch weakness.." she said, smiling darkly and walked towards her tent outside the Taunka camp,

Beating of her heart being faster than usual.
Maybe there was a chance.. Maybe she would understand what the females meant by the delight of. "Naked mud wrestling."


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Rusty, but eh enjoy?

[Sadok]

A very well-written glimpse into the mind of what promises to be a fascinating character indeed. And it ended on a very... interesting note. 

[Grekthar]

Long lost cousin of yours Mazzy? xD

[Ragaresh]

Written like a true Finn. 

Good read!