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.