Sin'Thol smiled happily, stretching and lifting her robe over her head, grabbing a tiny, green top from her bag and tossing it on over her head. "Glad to be back here?" she smiled at Gorth, as he smiled down on her, stretching his shoulders and chest, "Oh yes…...
Zul’Aman
Zul'Aman was quiet and dark, a relaxing and eerily vacant area with Troll architecture. Sin'Thol had noted the place earlier in the day when they were training, and planned on bringing her pet Orc back there at dusk to punish him for the past errors he had committed....
Their Place
Gorth bathed in the river near Zul'Aman, scrubbing himself with soap he had bought earlier in the day as Sin'Thol stared up at the sky, leaning back on her hands. She was average height and size for an elf, with stained red lips and grey soot covering her eyelids. Her...
Creation of the Hand
The drag was as dark as night, the tiny building hidden in the shadows far from prying ears. Draeka’s old troll friend stood guard as she stood, speaking with an elven girl. The orc towered over her, her armour and posture imposing, her hands firmly on her hips as she...
The Wolf
Gorth was no longer the wild beast that the tiny elven girl, Sin'Thol, had tamed. No longer the grunting beast, he had become more to her than protection and a way to fulfill her bazaar physical desires. He had become a friend to her, someone she could take care of...
The Meeting
A crazed orc ran snarling through the bushes in the inky darkness of Tirisfal Glades. Dressed only in a pair of tattered pants, Gorth sped with all the strength in his stocky legs, still fleeing the guards who had long since stopped following. His entire body was...