Tag Archive for Character: Grot

Lovesick

December 16, 2012 / / No comments

She pricked her finger with the needle again, yelping in surprise and glaring down at the cloth, putting it aside as she cursed her wound, treating it overly seriously in an excuse to take a break.

“D’is gets easiah, right?” she pouted, her tiny blue lip puckered out as she looked to the older orc, whom watched her movements. Jez was a lot of things, but graceful was not on of them. She was, in fact, quite clumsy, often stumbling over her tiny needle, still getting Gromth to thread it for her from time to time. Gromth simply nodded, grunting a “Dabu,” to her as he returned to his own work.

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Aftermath

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It was evening in Azshara by the time Jez got to the tiny cave that Gromth was living in. She looked around between fiercely rubbing at her tear-blurred eyes, her face flushed purple. Her usually well kept hair was disheveled and looked unwashed and not in her typical braids. Her robe, which she had laboured so hard for, was wrinkled. Jez was a mess, and she was alone in the cold cave. She crumpled to the floor, bawling loudly as birds squawked their disapproval of her noise.

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Revelations

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The Alterac Valley. Sounds of battle are heard in the distance and Draeka and Zij stand guard at the Stonehearth graveyard, protecting the spirit guide from harm, with only a few minor distractions.

Zij leans forward, a hand resting softly on Draeka’s plate shoulder piece, kissing her lips softly as his other hand cradles the back of her head. The warrior’s cheeks grow warm as she kisses him back with surprising tenderness, her eyes flickering closed for a moment.

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Return

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Kali stalked in to the hut in Winterspring, her pack full of meat and furs, growling slightly. She tossed down her pack to the floor, scattering the contents, tossing her helm down with it. She was a strong warrior, muscular, scarred, her skin a brownish-green, her hair black and pulled into two tight knots on top of her head. She stood, tall and proud, an intimidating female orc; so her stomping in with a terrible scowl on her face, and a shout in her voice, was cause for alarm.

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Meditation

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Rain fell heavily on the plains of Nagrand–the heady scent of earth filling the air. The drops glistened as they fell, lightened by the high moon. Birds chirped to one another from the safety of their natural canopies as the worms rose to the surface, bathing in the moist earth.

A sole orc sat, her bare legs coated with mud. A loose, brown robe covered her, though it clung to her, the material thick with water. Still, she never stirred, her eyes closed, her mind shut out from the external elements. As though in a trance, her breathing was shallow and calm, setting a rhythmic pace. The land hummed to her, so faintly, murmuring its silent appreciation for the rain.

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Back to Winterspring

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Everything was spinning, but she had the firm knowledge that she was lying on her back. Vibrant colours swirled around her, sounds buzzing in around her head. It was all so unreal.

Draeka slowly moved a hand up from her side and staring at it, she realized she was melting. Her fingers slowly started to droop and blow away in the strong wind, followed by her hand. She felt she should scream, but there was no fear; only calm. In the swirling about her, she knew she was the eye of the storm, she was safe.

She felt the colours swirl in and out of her body, travelling in her ear and leaving through the mouth, leaking out and quickly getting picked up by another gust. Suddenly, in a deafening silence, everything stopped. The buzzing of the colours swirling through her mind suddenly dropped to the back of her skull, the pinks and oranges and blues swirling into a tiny reservoir in her skull.

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Kali Goes to the Auction House

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Kali grinned as she fell to her knees on the hard dirt floor of the Orgrimmar auction house. In front of her stood her lover, speaking with one of the auctioneers about listing some of his enchantment materials. She lifted the heavy bottom to his robe, and quickly snuck her body underneath. Her lover shifted above her, uncomfortable, as she began nuzzling his right thigh.

The auction house was crammed with people, but all were too distracted to have noticed the orc warrior slip beneath the warlock’s robe. She could hear someone, obviously a troll, begin yelling at the auctioneer, before stomping away, and numerous taurens running in and out.

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Bare Chested

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Kali sighted him from across the river. Grot was mounted atop Draug, his worg, and was, oddly, without a shirt. She stared in surprise. She was used to his naked visage, but that was in private. But here he was on the edge of Westfall atop his worg, bare-chested.

Grinning to herself she watched as he dismounted and dove into the river. His rippling back would bob up above the surface of the water periodically as he swam towards her. Finally he rose up onto the shore and stepped to her, wrapping his arms about her, pouring water down around her plated armour.

The two orcish lovers kissed deeply, and Kali’s hands wandered across his wet muscles. Finally breaking apart, he grinned at her as she spoke, “My… your topless!”

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The Once Noble Orc Couple

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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?

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The After Party

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Grot walked off from the party, Kali following by his side trying to keep steady. Together they headed off through the Barrens after a night of merriment. The drunken Kali could not keep her hands off him the entire way, but then, she had trouble resisting during the party as well.

The two walked along through the dark Barrens night, Kali giggling and strumming her fingers along Grot’s bare chest. Her black dress nearly perfectly camouflaged her, but he held her to him by her hip, making their way to an abandoned house.

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Kali’s New Fury

December 16, 2012 / / No comments

Kali woke up with a start at a loud banging. She reached to her side and grabbed the handle of her axe before hearing the now familiar whimper of the demon wench’s last attempt at breath.

Sighing, Kali rolled onto her side, still clutching her blade, as she tried to find sleep once more. She had been sleeping somewhat restlessly since coming back to familiar faces. She had seen Lae, and that troll she insisted on tugging along everywhere, earlier in the morning. They looked so blissful, and caused her to feel warm emotions she had long since forgotten. When once she only wanted to protect her, now Kali wanted to hurt the little girl for forcing her to remember. She wanted Lae to feel the rage, and the power, that Grot had made her feel. She wanted to have a friend, someone to talk to. Grot had been so distant, so upset lately. She didn’t feel as though she could talk to him about anything but the killing.

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Lust’s Unleashing

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Kali’s body surged with her new found hatred, rage, power. She fell to the grass, her ankles cuffed together, hands tearing at the light-weight, black robe that left little the imagination; cut off at the thighs and low in the chest, overwhelmed with the growing sensation of heat in her stomach. She stared up at the perpetrator, her childhood friend Grot, as he continued to chant in some unknown language. She thrust her hips in the air, growling, as she felt her blood boiling. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but it felt good and powerful and painful at the same time. She screamed in agony and ecstasy in the seconds before Grot lowered his hands and walked over to her.

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Past and Present Pacts

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They had left the sanctuary of Winterspring, returned to the Horde, returned to battle, returned to the things they once loved and had sacrificed, but it was not the same. Their time in Winterspring had not been the lover’s reconciliation camp Gromth had hoped for, and their return went unnoticed. They were barred from gaining rank in the Horde’s fighting force, elves roamed their cities, and the Dark Portal was once again open.

The world was not as they had left it, for certain, but worse was some things remained unchanged. Gromth and Draeka had never properly dealt with their past and the once furious lovers remained in a state of uncertainly; Draeka loving and loathing him at the same time, the rage in her blood subsided except when she remembered his hands on her neck, and the pleasure he received from her struggles. Worse was his acceptance of his actions, and of the submissiveness she displayed towards him afterwards.

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Warrior of the Horde

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The Dark Portal loomed before her, massive and shimmering with a brownish-green image. The swamp on the other side was dank, bugs flittering in the grass while large scaled beasts shimmied close to the ground. Kali stood tall, holding her younger sister in her arms, her blue eyes wide with wonder. Her skin was still brown, unlike most of those around her, her hair a dark black. She stood wearing very little clothing, her body tiny and bony from lack of food.

Her little sister was a mirrored image of her, though her skin was even less green than Kali’s, and her hair finer and a little lighter. She held her childishly in her arms, holding her to face the portal as well. Gul’dan spoke at the front, though Kali wasn’t listening. Even though her parents were devout followers of his, she got a bad vibe from him. She stared wide-eyed as the blue skinned draenei fell bleeding on Gul’dan’s blade and an invisible shiver ran up her spine. Her stomach growled as she returned her gaze to the shimmering image of what they called Azeroth.

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