Tag Archive for TW: Gore

One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 2

December 30, 2012 / / No comments

The next few hours were but a blur, though she could remember the brutish Ryzkar lifting her limply retching form up off the ground and flashes of him carrying her back to the camp in the dark of night.

She jarred to consciousness inside a large command tent for a brief moment, long enough to see a small fire at its center, a huge bed with pelts and blankets to the side. Her body was rudely dropped atop a large wood and metal chest, the curve of it impacting her stomach and knocking the wind from her.

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The Jail

December 16, 2012 / / No comments

Trigger Warning

Kaesa, a.k.a. Sunia Frostwhisper, growled angrily, rubbing the developing bruise on the side of her head. She was naked, on a cold rock floor but for a centaur rug, a tiny mattress beside her, no blankets or pillows to be found. The tiny elf looked around for a source of warmth, and finding none, she moved to the bed, her legs firmly crossed, her arms covering her chest. Metal bars were thick across from her, behind them an empty, dry corridor, all rock. There was dampness in the air, and with no windows, she could only assume she was underground. She strained her ears, listening for sounds of life, only hearing her own breathing.

She waited, knowing she was in the right place.

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The Once Noble Orc Couple

December 16, 2012 / / No comments

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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