Inner Demons

[Mozrogg]

Green, brown and red.

A flash of green, amongst a crowd of brown against a backdrop of blood red.

The beast moved quickly for one so large, empowered by demonic strength, he was not much more than an animal now. Finally the vivid smudge of green fell still, crumbling in a heap on the floor.

Gorak grunted, wiping his club before spitting blood in the dirt.

"I-is he dead?" An orc pup yelped, piping up from the back of the crowd.

"Ghrm, no. Not yet." Gorak snarled, raising his club high above his head, crimson dripping from a deep gash crossing his eye.

"No!" A she-orc, nimble and agile in stature, crimson hair flowing behind her as she dashed from the crowd, she was all that stood from yet more blood being spilled. Gorak blinked before furrowing his brow, snorting in derision.

"Leave him be, it's not his fault, you'll have to cut me down first Gorak!" She snarled, a fiery temper emerged from a pup who was barely twenty winters. Gorak roared with an unbridled fury.

"He is beyond redempted Dahak'ra. His soul belongs to the Legion now, he has spilled our peoples' blood and yet you stand here in defiance, foolish pup you know not what you do. But it is beyond me to strike down our elders favourite pupil." He snarled once again, spitting in the dirt then turning with a sigh, he dropped his club. At his departure the crowd dispersed, abuse and spit was all that awaited the unconscious green skin.

"I can save you" She muttered to herself. "I can save you.."

Before the orc could come around, she had already managed to fasten the green skin to her worg, along with herself they set off, a large peak loomed in the distance, the once tranquil sunshine was overshadowed by an unrelenting storm which appeared almost out of nowhere, rain and lightning alike battered the region, yet this would not deter her.