What the night brings.

[Tirnak Lynxclaw]

Tirnak got up from the bunk, looking at the naked, now sleeping, male lying with a fat smile on his face. She felt filthy.
She collected her clothes, cleaned herself up, and got dressed as quietly as she could, since the room had at least 10 other sleeping Orcs in it, each snoring louder than the other.It'd been a straining night, to say the least, and her entire body was sore. From the battle the previous night with Rargnasha, and also the nightly.. Escapades.
It was a cold night, the frost bit her skin as she left the Barracks, and her trusty Worg companion, Coco, was waiting for her at the gates.
Jumping into the saddle of her riding worg, she sighed deeply and rode off into the snowy mountains.

The early sun was kissing the ground as she entered Ice Crown, it was not a generous morning. The snow was crusty, and the air was crisp and clear as a gemstone. Tirnak looked down at Coco, smiling a sad smile.
The Worg shook her fur, and yipped encouragingly, Tirnak reached down, and patted the worgs broad head. She shook the reigns, and the worg moved hesitantly into the jagged mountain range that surrounds Ice Crown.
Both alert of their surroundings, Tirnak and the worg pricked their ears, listening intently for any little sound.

As they rode on, Tirnaks mind would stray to the previous night; the training with Rargnasha, and what happened after that at the Barracks.


She left Razor Hill with a bloodied face, and a -very- bruised up and battered face. But it'd been a good training session. she'd managed to make an
impression on the Nag'Ogar, and get some good punches in while at it. She suspected at least one rib was bent, but oh well. Nothing new in the life of a soldier.
When she reached the Barracks, the lads were already merrily digging into the mead kegs, and any orc withing 20 miles should be able to hear them.
Roaring, singing, yelling, brawling. The camp went a little quiet as she walked in, some new faces in the crowd had the guts to let out a whistle,
within a flash o a breath, each had felt an arrow or throwing knife pass an inch from their scalp and none of them ever did it again.
Tirnak went to her bunk, and laid down her armour, keeping on her cloth pants and shirt. She went outside and participated in the festivities.

Hours later as the fire was dying, most Orcs were either passed out in their bunk, or around the fire. Tirnak was sitting next to a broad, rough looking warrior.
The conversation was blurry, and didn't really matter anyway. It was not her goal to learn his life story, nor did she care about it. That was not what she needed him for.
She didn't need him to know her, her past, or her tribe. She needed him to do what he did next. He got up, and grabbed her hand, dragging her inside,
and threw her on his bunk. The next bit was a little blurry still, but there were two naked Orcs, a lot of grunting, sweating, biting and moaning.

The rest of the night was a blur of sweat, grunts, bites, moans and thrusts. She did not know his name, his rank or job. It didn't matter anyway.
During the 'act' Tirnaks mind was anywhere but with the Orc ontop of her. Past friends, lovers.. Few as they were. As he finished, he fell to his back,
and fell asleep instantly.

Tirnak sat up, wrapped in a bear-skin, and a tear trickled down her cheek. She was ashamed, scared and as lonely as ever.
"This is not the life of a Blood Guard of the Horde," she thought. "This is not what my Father would expect from the last of our Blood."
She shook her head, and laid down and closed her eyes. The dark brought nothing but nightmares of twisted creatures.


She was ripped from her daydreaming, as Coco howled, desperately trying to get control over the group of Scourge heading for Tirnak.


((Just a little.. Insight I guess. Nothing anyone would ever know IC, but I felt like writing it!))

[Orgash]

Daaaayumn Tirnak gettin' her freaaaak oooon!