Dawn of something new

[Morgeth]

The humming of a thousand voices, embraced in a wind, whipped in over the gathering of huts made known by the name of Garadar. Heritage; these ancestral lands brewed with it. So many lives had been taken, so many wrongs had been made, but this night - for once - came something right. Pain, as we know, moves us all in different ways. Never had she known that it could bring something this beautiful to the world.

It proved hard not to think back, and remember the events of the past, with all the good and all the bad. Giving into the fel, becoming a thief, and a murderer. Meeting Kozgugore, tasting blood and love - moving on. In the end, the marks on her skin, the thievery in her past, mattered little. It could not compare to the power of the oaths she had given to him. Those words had brought her here, to this day, and the moment where she had been able to take her firstborn into her arms.

"Kraag."
The name was whispered not by wind only, but also the father's lips, as Kozgugore motioned in closer. Red eyes, long dimmed of demonic influence, turned to regard the small, green creature who was the product of their love. The ragged, matted fur of the mask met with a smoother face, untainted by curses cast by demons and war. Brown eyes peered in curiosity to the paternal figure, and Kraag ended up rewarding his father's efforts with a light slap to the mask's muzzle. His small fingers were soon gripping at the fur, and Kozgugore let out an amused grumble.
"Strong grip already."
Morgeth smiled in turn, her face paled with exhaustion, as she peered down to the ongoing struggle of mastery over the mask. For a while, she was content with regarding them both in silence, but as Kozgugore let out a bark to his son, even she was compelled towards a slight grumble of her own.
"Will t'ink 'e was raised by wolves at t'is rate."

In this very moment, the orcling was blissfully unaware of what had preceded his coming to this world. He knew nothing of Kozgugore's pain and loss of his previous family and brothers, or of how those fingers that brushed down his cheeks had been marked by the very magics that enslaved his entire race. In Kraag's case, childish ignorance would be a bliss, for as long as it would be allowed to persist. And maybe one day, he would grow proud to know how these two orcs had burned for each other, and that the fire shared between them had been intense enough to conquer the worst of sorrow, and even death itself.

Even the mask was eventually put aside, revealing the orc - who still held a wolfish quality to his ways - as he was. Battered by war, and showing early signs of age, but still youthful enough to smile, and to learn again. The latter would prove important.
"More t'you now than jus' war, love." The female mumbled, as her hands roamed down the now uncovered face. Kozgugore allowed yet another grunt to escape him, as his eyes grazed the small tuft of hair attatched to the head of the resting boy. His boy. As he leaned in to toothily peck at Morgeth's forehead, watching her eyes close down to rest, the orc breathed a long sigh.
"It be about time."


((Figured I had to write something about the kid, so here it is. And since I used Kozgugore in the story without his approval, don't be surprised if I'm a bit shorter on our next tribe meeting D:))

[Kozgugore]

(( Awwh, mushy Koz! All true though. Koz-approved! No doubt he'll get plenty more grumpy-father moments to come. Could most likely write an entire book about it by the time that runt's old enough to run away from him. Mucho fun! I like! Nice read. ))

[Greggar]

(( wut? morgeth gave birth? ))

[Morgeth]

((Yarr! Couldn't keep it in there forever!))

[Claws]

((Yarr! Couldn't keep it in there forever!))

((She dropped a Sprog)).