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Just a Nightmare..

Started by Rashka, December 05, 2017, 06:40:59 AM

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Rashka



Just a Nightmare..



It was a battle field. The sound of fighting deafening, and Rashka in the midst of it, as usual. As she decapitated one of the enemies she saw her; Shrika. In the midst of the battle. Her gravid stomach un-noticeable at this point. Why was she here, of all places? It was dangerous! She and her child could get hurt!

Baring her fangs she rushed towards her, - an enemy was coming straight for her. "Please let me make it-.." She pleaded in her head. "PLEASE, let me MAKE IT!" "PLEAS-.."

Chrunk. Cold sweat ran down her face. She stopped mid motion,- her body going limp.

She felt the gushing blood flow, as she stared Shrika straight in the eye. "RASHKA!" She roared.

But she couldn't hear her. The world around her was growing deaf; Everything became silent, and everything was as if in slow motion. She watched, as her Tribe came rushing towards her. Her hand grasping her bleeding side; Her insides shattered and making their way out. She felt herself falling, backwards. She felt herself looking at everyone, as they came rushing towards her, and she felt herself land. THUD.

She felt her breath growing ragged as her throat filled with blood, and the earth underneath her became red. Shrika fell to her knees by her side, as everyone gathered around her, some of the orcs ensuring the others backs was covered.

She looked up at Shrika, tears in her eyes. "Rashka-.."
"Shh.." She grinned, her teeth bloodied as she let out a rasping cough. "It be a'righ'-.. it be.. a-..righ'.."

Her breath becoming more shallow for each word. She lifted her blood soaked hand from the wound; her guts spilling out even further, as she placed it upon Shrika's cheek. "T-.. T-tell Grosh-.. Groshnok t-tha'-.. I be-.. S-sorry.."

Her hand fell, leaving a bloodied hand print upon Shrika's cheek, as the sky tore open, and the rain started to pour down.

As her hand landed with a thud, a folded piece of parchment fell from it.
And Shrika roared out; "RASHKA!!"

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She awoke with a shock, sweat gleaming upon her forehead, and her breath ragged and short. Accalia, her half-garn, peered up at her master, almost worriedly. Her snout was in front of her face. Did she wake her up?
Grunting as she slowly came to the realization that it was a dream, she patted Accalia on top of her head. Laying back down she gazed upon the stars. She had had nightmares before.. but nothing like this. This felt.. different. Grimacing she snorted, shaking her head. No. It was just a stupid dream. Nothing else.

Accalia laid back down beside her, letting out a heavy huff, as her master wrapped an arm around her, slowly falling back into a more light, sleep...
Rashka Facebreaker - Battlesworn of the Nag'Ogar

Okiba

Intriguing!

Lovely to read, and very impressed with how your writing style and ability has improved so, so much!

Please do more!
Okiba Spearbreaker - Nag'Ogar and Warrior Monk of the Horde
"Strength, Discipline, Mastery."


Rashka

Thank you! I added a piece of music to it now as well, to give it a little more feel-ish sensation. Funnily enough I always write the best when I lay in my bed and am supposed to sleep.  I'll try do more! :D
Rashka Facebreaker - Battlesworn of the Nag'Ogar