Love And War

4

We headed back to camp, my head still hung. "Look up Smalltusk , things will only get better." Orgrim told me resting a big hand on my shoulder.

"I hope so." I answered.

We soon reached camp, we sat on a raised bank where I began to clean and sharpen my axe, causing sparks to fly from the blade. The fires burnt and crackled causing my ears to twitch and the gold rings on my ears to ting gently. I watched as the orcs would lumber past me not even gazing at me. "Smalltusk." A voice said breaking me from my daydream. I turned where Grommash was looking at me. "How are you doing?" He asked.

"He calls to me." I said looking down at the tusk laying in my hand.

"Here." He said gesturing for the tusk, I handed it to him, he took a piece of leather from his waist and bound the tooth with it, then trudged over, lifted my braided hair and tied the tusk around my neck. "He shall be with you for the rest of your life and keep him close, always Smalltusk." He said gently bumping me on the chin.  "But don't stop looking for your mate, you shall find him."  He advised me and walked away, I sat there in silence. Suddenly there was a raucous in the camp, I leapt up. And followed. "Humans have been spotted off the borders of our camp, we need a search party, Frostwolves and Warsongs go." Blackhand announced. We took up arms and ran into the woods, hoping to attack these strangers, to protect our clans.

"Smalltusk keep close." Durotan told me. I complied as much as it went against every muscle in my body. But the humans attacked us, and we retaliated. With one hard squeeze of my fist I crushed the humans rib cage, but a human attempted to push me to the ground,  he wasn't strong enough, I lifted him by the throat his feet dangling in the air, but someone shot an arrow into my hand, I dropped him, arrow lodged into my hand.

Suddenly the floor began to light up, the orcs with the fel began to die, I looked at Durotan, I was about to run over but I was soon hit over then head and I collapsed to the floor, last thing I see is Durotan retreating on a horse with his wolf at his side, then black. I wake up what must be hours, but I'm in a moving cage, the half orc sitting across from me. A man rides outside talking to me.

"Who are you?" He asked. I turned my head to the side, not understanding the tongues.

"She doesn't speak much of your language." The half orc told him

"I. . . K. . . Know. . . Basics." I answered.

"Can she answer us?" He asked.  I nod, my braid swinging by my ear.

"It may just be broken stormwindian, you see she's the runt of her clan, and she was taught the basics of your language." She explained.

"By who?" He continued.

"Pink skin, in robe. Long red hair." I said recalling the stranger.

"Medivh?" He asked, my ears twitching at the name.

"Me, Orcling, I don't remember." I said, but it was familiar.

"Jiak wiukh avo no longas ukpeak avo avhiuk shara filavh!" (I wish to no longer speak to this human filth!) I told the halfling.

"Theausan ayh noav goaumn avo hurav lat avheausan juukav wanav anukweruk.(They are not going to hurt you they just want answers.) she told me.

"Agh anukweruk avheausan won'av geav!" (And answers they won't get!)I snorted and shrunk against the wall of the cage.