Thread: Into the Wilds (Supple Nail & The_PG)

Karak the Defiler stood with defiant confidence behind the fallen tree and dense shrubbery as one green eye, and one yellow, traced along the traveling pack of humans. His Orcish nose twisted in disgust at the smell of the humans steel and stench. The cursed knights scent blotted out the much more desirable and delicate one of the fair lady in the protective circle. This one was but a pup, but even pup's had breasts and pussy's that the Defiler desired. He dropped his long and powerful arm as the signal for his Clan of Dreadnoughts to attack. Their dirty green skin blended in well with the surrounding forest, and they outnumbered the shiny knights ten to one. Orcs bread fast, and do not take time to care for the sick or infirm, every male, and any non-pregnant female could fight well. Their only weakness was that horses did not appreciate any Orcish rider, so they had to ride the massive werewolves that were much harder to train and much more liable to kill their handler as the enemy. Still, they had their purpose, and Karak had plenty of soldiers to feed the hungry mouths of his werewolf pets, and throw at the shiny knights with bright steel. Two massive trees with all their numerous branches sharpened into stakes fell in front and behind of the traveling party, blocking any chance of quick escape. Any escape would have to cut through the now numerous Orcs rushing from the forest like a wave from the ocean, and it would be a bloody one. Karak stepped from the trees just as the first waves of his soldiers met the first lines of defense of the humans. The roar and scent of his warriors spooked a few of the knights horses, but many of the riders and their mounts were veteran's of the campaign's that had decimated other Orcish Hordes. The Dreadnoughts were one of the few that had escaped the endless armies that were sent into the mountains, having hidden in deep caves and only fighting when they were sure of an advantage. Now the humans were becoming careless, sending smaller and smaller bands of protectors with their merchants and diplomats. Karak was taking advantage of that, and quickly the roads around his mountain fortresses were becoming feared, but not yet enough. He was sure that this attack would make any King or Lord fear him even more. With a roar from his fanged and massive mouth he announced his challenge, I am Karak of the Dreadnoughts and none shall pass my lands without proper homage! A roar went up from his troops that coincided with the clash of steel. The knights were better armored, better trained, and better experienced. But Karak's warriors were younger, stronger, faster, and more numerous. The fighting at the edges did not last long, but the best knights were in the center protecting Karak's prize. Him, and his guard of most experienced fighters moved directly for the center. Leave none alive! Roared Karak above the carnage with a booming voice as he took the head off a fallen knight who valiantly tried to get between him and the few remaining guards who defended their lady with honor and stoic defiance in the face of certain death. The first of such knights saw Karak approaching with steady stride, holding one bloodied axe in his right hand, and clutching a gleaming scimitar in the other. Foul pig, The knight muttered, as he prepared for Karak's charge. With the legs of a boar, and reach of a bear, Karak flew at the knight and ducked beneath the skillful slice of the knights longsword. Bringing his scimitar up in a wide sweep Karak cut through armor and sinew in one blow nearly chopping the human in half. The nearest knight jabbed at the Orc Chieftan, but the nimble, powerful warrior spun away from the thrust and buried his hatchet in the humans skull. Allowing the blade and body to drop to the floor. Pulling one of the numerous dirk's from a hidden holder, Karak met the last knights charge with a leap. His clawed feet latched to the man's shoulders and dug through the armor as the knight fell heavily. Ripping the helmet from the knights head, Karak leaned down and seized his neck with razor sharp fangs and powerful jaw. He tore flesh and ended the man's life in one swift tug. The girl screamed, and Karak spit the flesh from his mouth. Though he had eaten man before, he preferred wild game, men were just too filthy. Other Dreadnoughts did not have such restraint, and were sampling a few livers and kidneys as he shouted, Back to the fortress. Take all of their steel and make sure they are all dead! No word will reach anyone of this. A few of them grumbled, as Orcs were boastful and wished everyone to know of their deeds, but now was not the time, Karak knew. Men were still too numerous, and too strong to beat in the open. In a few more years things would be different, but not now. Striding towards the girl as he reclaimed his axe and put all of his weapons in their scabbards, he stopped just in front of her and backhanded her with the casualness of swatting a fly. It was still forceful enough to land the she-human on her back. You are my slave, she-human, and I will have you now. Dropping his breech cloth and shrugging from his leather armor, Karak dropped to his knees and began ripping the she-humans clothes from her body. It didn't take long to reveal all the treasure he had been searching for. The pearly white flesh was glistening with nervous sweat, and trembling from fear, roughly he spit upon his fingers and rubbed between her legs. Lowering himself, he began to force his girth towards her virgin hull with blood lusting grin smeared on his green face.