The Once Noble Orc Couple - Part II

Grot shielded his eyes from the blinding sun with his hand. Squinting tightly he scanned the sandy Tanaris terrain until the silhouette of his armour clad Kali filled his view. Beneath her feet lay the corpse of the dead basilisk, in her plated hand she held its bloody heart.

His dark pact had twisted him forever. Kindness and nobility had died with him. The hard life he had led, the accomplishments he was so proud of despite of his disadvantages; in the end all it accomplished was to leave him bitter and twisted. Beneath it all, he still swore allegiance to the Horde, and in some way all he did was for it.

Kali held up the heart towards Grot, a childishly happy grin hidden beneath her helm. "Look! In my rage I tore its heart from its chest!" Grot's pulse quickened, watching his mighty warrior woman holding the bloody muscle in her hand, blood dripping between her fingers. His own blood boiling with love and lust; was there ever an orc luckier than he for having such a woman?

When on the battlefield his lust for violence and death took over. He was acting on instinct alone. However, his reasons for being there were a loyalty to the orcish Horde and his still lingering and everlasting desire to please and impress Kali.

Chuckling happily he walked up to Kali, wrapping his arms about her waist, "You vicious animal!" He kissed her plated helm, as she rarely removed it since her own corruption. Kali squeezed him back, the basilisks heart clenched in hand, dripping and squirting blood onto the back of his robes.

Pulling back, he stared into her luminescent eyes, grinning devilishly, "Let us go. I yearn to bath in Alliance blood." Then the thought of them embracing, clothed only in their enemies blood sent his heart racing. He incinerated the last basilisk that Krakkrit, his void walker, was keeping entertained. Plucking its singed eyeball and tossing it to Kali he spoke in a deep voice "For you my dear. Now let us go! I have much planned." Kali caught the eyeball and grinned, as if reading Grot's mind, and raced after him.