Betrayal

[Morgeth]

Note: Contains some strong language.

From the inside of the hut, she can hear his steps, as they draw closer. It's time again, and she knows what's coming. Pain and suffering; it's all he has to bring as of late. Blue eyes turn to view the entrance, which is nearly filled to the brim with the figure of a male orc. He carries something, a flagon, and even though he is still far away, the warlock can already feel the stench of the vile brew; of his betrayal. Mazguul sent the package carrying the herbs to the brew, saying that they would help against the hardships of the fel, but the vile smell gives away her real intentions. When confronted with the "need" to ingest whatever the treacherous shaman has stirred together, she can clearly see what has been going on between Mazguul and Kozgugore for so long. Staring up to the chieftain's face, the warlock lets out an angered sneer.

"Y'here t'ensure a prosperous future f'yourself an' y'whore again?"
He draws closer, walking up to her with no intention to halt his efforts, which only serves as fuel to the vile fire building at the pit of her stomach. There's the love for him, still flaring up in her veins, but it only makes the hatred that much darker and the betrayal more obvious.
"No more talk, Snarler. Just drink it."
A mocking laughter erupts from the warlock's lips, because at this point, it's all too clear how he has entirely dropped the act, revealing his true intentions to her and anyone close enough to listen. She steps to the side, avoiding his immediate closeness, only to stare at the orc from a distance.
"So t'is be w'at 't 'as come down t'. Y'come 'ere wit' y'poison, tryin' t'weaken m'. Maybe y'll make 't look like I be gripped o' some illness to th'tribe, so tha' y'can mourn y'lost "mate" in peace wit' y'whore still by y'side."

His teeth grit in anger, and to her, this further reveals his guilt in the matter. Maybe it simply makes him frustrated, to have his warlock mate linger like this, making his life that much harder. The vile stench of the brew still lingers to her nose, and the warlock almost gags to the intensity of it. I strikes her as a bit odd that they actually thought she'd buy into the lies that this would ever do her any good, but neither Kozgugore nor Mazguul were ever the sharpest weapons in the rack. Caught in her thoughts regarding the uselessness of others, the warlock lets her attention slip away enough for the orc chieftain to make his initial move. He lashes out at her, gripping at her hair with his free hand, as to force her head back and - supposedly - open her mouth as well.
"Just drink it, please."
His slightly pleading words are rewarded with an attempt to knock the flagon out of his hands, along with a roar erupting from the defiant warlock at his chest.
"Honourless swine! Traitor! Y'were never any mate o' mine! Murder-"

The endless rant of words - vile, unforgiving words - seems to go on forever. The smaller orc claws wildly at her superior, attempting to cause him harm in any possible way that she can think of. Her eyes have long since visibly darkened, revealing a much more chaotic persona than ever before, and there's an uncontrollable hatred and fear painted over her green features, that only seems to run so much deeper in comparison to the chieftain's own grim visage. Despite bleeding wounds cut across his own cheeks, he treats the smaller creature with noticeable care, not even motioning to grab for his axe and make his story a short one. Nevertheless, there comes a point where there's little left to do, but actually use force to get somewhere. A few bottles of what's most likely Morgeth's idea of "seasoning" for the meat are thrown to the ground, shattering in at least a hundred pieces, as the warlock's finally thrown up against a wall. She hisses at him, her features twisted into a visage most unpleasant, but the chieftain simply grabs at the Varog'gor's face, twisting his fingers into her cheeks to keep her lips parted.

He eventually forces the strong-smelling liquid into the mouth of the warlock, only to have a spray of it sent up to his face when she tries to spit it out again. A loud snarl is heard from the larger of the two, and with a renewed grip the red blade chieftain is finally able to put his hand over the cursing mouth of his mate. A rough pinch to her nose ensures that the warlock has little choice but to swallow the shaman's herbs. A loud gasp for air announces his success, and Morgeth's ultimate defeat. Dark eyes, staring in disbelief up to the masked face of the orc she once loved, soon roll to the back of her head as the female simply has strained herself too much. Succumbing to what she believes to be nothing but poison, the young orc seems to falter; her decline obvious in how she shudders and falls against the support still leant to her by the burly male. The very last thing that strikes at the warlock's mind before unconsciousness consumes it, is anger. Anger at the fact that she let it get to this. Now they will strip her of her powers, make her seem feeble and useless, only to ultimately have her killed. She will never forgive herself for this, for not seeing it in time. For not sensing their betrayal.

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((OOC: I wrote this rather late at night, and - as always - in a rush. It's meant to depict Morgeth's reaction to a set of herbs that Mazguul has given her to help her with the problems her dabbling with the fel-magic has left her with. Upon being confronted with such strong shamanistic herbs, Morgeth's inner warlock reacts. I just figured that it's not natural for warlocks to actually willingly put themselves through something that reduces their power, which leaves force-feeding to be the only option at the moment. It stirrs Morgeth's normally quite "manageable" paranoia, and just makes her go apeshit. Quite interesting to RP, I must say. So this is what poor Kozgugore has to endure every day, even if it's for a short period.
Females, eh? Sometimes they might not even be worth the trouble.))

[Kozgugore]

(( Rawr! I love it! Of course it depicts my char like the bastard he is, but I reckon it's what you get for trying to beat a warlock! Damn facerollers!

Love the little plot twist IC as of late myself too. Always makes Morg such a lovely and interesting character for me to RP alongside with. I'm honoured, dear orc! ))

[Mazguul]

(( Wonderful! Quite simply wonderful Who would have thought a simple want to help could have resulted in such away? You have a gift for making things far more interesting, Morgeth, and I thank you for it ))

[Greggar]

(( Wow... oO It's always impressive to notice how you manage to bring those certain emotions needed for a scene. ))

[Claws]

((I told ya Did I not tell ya all old Grumpy lost his marbles again Forget the potion Maz give ya he trying ta do ya in Sis he switched the potion ta kill ya off, always said is eyes too close together))

Great yarn Morgeth

[Morgeth]

((Thank you, so much! Always nice to know that my troubled mind and busy fingers can produce something that others actually.. read and enjoy! Usually write like a maniac when darkness hits <_<))