Tag Archive for Character: Lae

An Hour Later

Jin’zal awoke to the rising sun glaring across the red sands of Durotar. His eyes timidly opened, pained by the bright light and wishing he could continue his peaceful and much needed rest. Oh my, what am I doing in the desert? Slowly his memories returned to him as he lifted his head, looked about and saw the endless expanses of sand.

Trying to get up he winced at the feel of sand scraping against his bare skin. What could I have been thinking?! Oh wait… At that point he felt the iron muscled arm of the young orc Lae yanking him back down into the ground and into her chest. Jin’zal grinned to himself, enjoying the moment then quickly wiped it from his face, feeling silly.

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Pent up Morning

They lay nude beneath the blanket, spooning. Jin’zal’s tall, lanky form tightly pressed against Lae’s backside and arms wrapped around her stomach and chest. Her curvy form was so tiny in comparison to him, but she was strength and endurance compacted.

Laying there on the flooring beneath their soft blanket, Lae rubbed her shapely behind against Jin’zal’s member. A grin on her face that he couldn’t see, she was enjoying the tease. His response was as involuntary as it was immediate. Springing to life against her firm cheeks, his hands moved to cup and pinch her smooth breasts, and the delightful nipples atop them.

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Kali’s New Fury

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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The Once Noble Orc Couple

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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Proposal

Opening her mail, Lae found a letter for Jin’zal asking her to meet him in the Valley of Honor. She smiled as she pocketed the note and called on Nokta, her worg and trotted along, enjoying the hot sun on her back. She wore her usual attire of the tuxedo suit, tailored to fit her curves, and a brown hat that covered her eyes. Wrest teased that it also hid her fangs, though she snarled at him and he let the subject drop. Indeed, she was teased quite often by her clan, though she knew they were just being friendly. She felt apprehensive at first, often feeling dismayed with her weapon not on hand, but they did make her feel somewhat secure, as though she had found a family.

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Warrior of the Horde

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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