The baby orc squealed as the fresh intestines were dumped upon her discarded body. Another kill for the tribe. She squirmed within the worm like tendrils, her hungry maw biting along the way as she fought to the surface of waste.
The Pug Pit of Burz'Kal.
A fetid swamp of rotten flesh and other horrors unknown. A place for Newborn Orc to learn to survive. Fresh flesh sought after like gold. Their beady red eyes focusing on nothing but the red, savory flesh.
And so that was the life of Vhaaka until she pulled herself from those pits and challenged everything before her.
An orc that surpassed the very standard of most male orc. Blessed by Gruumsh to not be a slave her gender. But a warrior that fought with a strength of her god behind her was born. Vhaaka, the warrior.
((More to come showcasing the unrelenting storm that is VHAAKA!))
Scars of War (Rated R)
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Scars of War (Rated R)
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Rays of crimson danced upon the land through the heavy foilage of the jungles of Wyrmwood. Entrails lace the leaves as Vhaaka tore her way though the creatures that dwelt within those dank jungles. Skittered scales of dragon and wrymling alike flew from the tree tops like scared birds.
A Frenzy of fury was this Orc female. She would not be like them. She would not be weak, She tore through any torment the Thupar's would throw her way. Tearing limbs from those who touched to far. She was the epitome of orcish fury.
The dragon tried to let out a scream as its neck was twisted from it's head. A shower of gore and blood drenched the orc as she roared in fury to her God, Gruumsh.
A Frenzy of fury was this Orc female. She would not be like them. She would not be weak, She tore through any torment the Thupar's would throw her way. Tearing limbs from those who touched to far. She was the epitome of orcish fury.
The dragon tried to let out a scream as its neck was twisted from it's head. A shower of gore and blood drenched the orc as she roared in fury to her God, Gruumsh.
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Re: Scars of War (Rated R)
Vhaaka entered the mountain home of the Shadowclan, relentless in her pursuit of finding one who could match her sheer ferocity. Cries of anguish echoed off the mountain wall, squeals of lesser orc, as she dug her thumbs into the eyes of a grunt and then crushing his head completely between her massive hands. An arrow thudding into the ground next to her, she'd let out a low guttural growl before grabbing the body of the freshly killed orc and throwing it into the archer high in his perch, smashing into him and knocking him down. Before his body hit the ground, she was there. Her massive Dire Mace coming down on top of the falling archer, smashing him into the ground. A sickening crunch and pop is heard as the force of the blow from the mace and the force of hitting the ground split the chest of the orc open, exposing his vital organs.
She'd roar loudly looking up from the kill only to see the fist of a troll coming at her. She took a direct hit from the massive troll, and stood. She would barely flinch from the blow, she would only roar again loudly and charge in between the creatures legs. The shattering of the Trolls kneecap reverberated off the sides of mountain walls. With a howl of pain the creature would fall forward clutching it's now useless patella, Vhaaka rolling between it's legs and twisting as she got up. She'd run along the backside of the troll as it fell and would jump from his rump, her dire mace coming in with an overhead chop. The connection of the mace and the trolls head sounded as if two boulders slammed into each other. The Trolls skull split in two, brain matter and bone exploding over the Mighty Orcess.
Vhaaka looks around with a huff at the carnage she had wrought and would slam her fist into her chest.
"FOR GRUUMSH!" She would bellow in the harsh orcish language.
With that the terrifying orc would leave the mountain, leaving the scattered corpses of the orcs on the doorstep of the Volcanic fortress.
She'd roar loudly looking up from the kill only to see the fist of a troll coming at her. She took a direct hit from the massive troll, and stood. She would barely flinch from the blow, she would only roar again loudly and charge in between the creatures legs. The shattering of the Trolls kneecap reverberated off the sides of mountain walls. With a howl of pain the creature would fall forward clutching it's now useless patella, Vhaaka rolling between it's legs and twisting as she got up. She'd run along the backside of the troll as it fell and would jump from his rump, her dire mace coming in with an overhead chop. The connection of the mace and the trolls head sounded as if two boulders slammed into each other. The Trolls skull split in two, brain matter and bone exploding over the Mighty Orcess.
Vhaaka looks around with a huff at the carnage she had wrought and would slam her fist into her chest.
"FOR GRUUMSH!" She would bellow in the harsh orcish language.
With that the terrifying orc would leave the mountain, leaving the scattered corpses of the orcs on the doorstep of the Volcanic fortress.