Everyorc has their Emotions.

[Murrah]

Murrah walked away from the Outpost what was swarming with members of the Rebellion, she sucked the cold evening air into her lungs out of habit, she glanced over her shoulder and grunted. Walking, walking, walking. That's what she did every night, harboring the new feelings she had seen on faces of the other races. It felt new to her, to see feelings on every Orc, Elf, Pandaren, Tauren,  and so forth. Murrah looked up, grunting once again she was somewhere in the woods again, walking like a blind without a guide, it felt good. It had always felt good. She sat down, back against a tree.

She leaned her head against the tree and grunted agitated. Winds of change were coming, but she would stay loyal, she had always stayed loyal to the leadership she had been pointed, or showed mercy and taken into. If Bloodmark would be her new Chieftain, then she would follow him. He had taken her under his rough and plated wings, promised to teach her.  Murrah sucked the night air again and looked around. Glints of metal in the moonlight, she closed her eyes and smirked, the smirk curling up to a snarl quickly, as black tendrils of necrotic powers leaped out of her lunging between the trees and bushes to constrict the Kor'Kron scouts whom were out to find enemy scouts or the Rebellions plans.

Only thing what they found was high-speed impact to a tree, or the Glowing Runeblade.
It did not last long, it never did. The sheer feeling, the pure feeling of violence.
Murrah grunted as she hit her Runeblade down to a Kor'Kron, she watched calmly how the light dissipated from the dead orc's eyes. She grunted and looked towards the outpost.

She did not need a spotlight or a place of glory, she had a family and a home. And in the dark. She would protect her family. The Runeblade  screeched and pulsed against her palm.
"I know Sharptongue, I know. even if they sneer and look me weird, they care."
"I hope."