Lost then found

[Mazguul]

A greenish hand, so scarred that it could not grip properly, reached out of a pit to land on a patch of grass where upon the hand gripped tightly splitting it's knuckles open from the pulling scar tissue. Bone, bloodied and red, showed through the splits and a second hand soon followed, suffering the same fate. A grunt of effort, seemingly feminine in it's nature, emerged from the owner of the hands.

Mazguul hauled herself from her pit. Her home for the past week. Her face was thin. Her amazingly unusual deep-blue eyes shone with sheer determination as she forced her half starved self out and onto the grassy earth. Another hand, larger, furred, helped her out. A gesture that earned the Tauren a grateful grin from Mazguul.

As the She-Orc stood she appeared to fail to notice her bleeding hands as they dripped blood to the ground. Instead she glanced about, as if looking for something. Her gaze was rewarded by a joyful yelp from a wolf.

The ever faithful Bryaugh ran for his lfe long friend. If another had seen the mangy mad-yellow-eyed creature running for them they would have run, but not Mazguul. She knelt down, spread her arms and embraced the wolf as she was barrelled over. Their reunion was brief. A hand signal from Mazguul ended the wolf's playful happiness. He stood by her side, quietly snarling as Mazguul slowly rose and turned to her saviour.

"Thank you" she said and was given a nod in reply.

Eventually she looked at where she was. A snort flicked her nose ring slightly.

She was still in the Stonetalon mountains, on the outskirts of the northern section where the Night-Elves were dwelling. She had been too cocky, too desperate to kill and she had been caught. Bryaugh had escaped.

The Purple-skinned idiots had thought torture would break her. She rolled a shoulder once again snorting, though this time in discomfort. They had lashed her, beaten her, but still she had not broken. New scars were welcome in Mazguul's eyes. She had not told the Elves anything about the impending attacks, they had lost their tempers and left her to die in the pit when the news that Ashenvale had been ravaged. Some had stayed to guard, the Tauren party hand frightened them off.... damned cowardly Elves.

"He came to get us" a familiar voice said, the voice of a young Tauren Mazguul had been acquainted with for quite some time.

Mazguul looked down at Bryaugh while the Tauren slowly handed Mazguul's gun to the wolf. The silver killing machine gently took the gun from the Tauren's hands with his teeth. Mazguul had trained the wolf well.

"Bryaugh ain't stupid" she said affectionately. Her deep-blue eyes flicked to the Tauren, a smile played on her lips "you ain't stupid, like, either."

Before the Tauren could chuckle the She-Orc and the Wolf vanished into the undergrowth.

Mazguul was on the way back to the Tribe... once she had got some new clothes... and a decent meal.

(( Quickly thrown together, have been on the wine, sorry *giggles* ))

[Norv]

(( Nice reading, as we're getting used to from Maz! She spoils us. *cheers* ))