Thread: Flames of the South (Visions Of Black and Beautiful Disgrace)

The pale body of the girl, though bloodied, gleamed briefly in the moonlight as she lay atop the crowd of orcs but, as if she were drowning, she submerged beneath the writhing bodies as they pulled her down to the bottom of the crowd. Her pale body would never be exposed to the moonlight or the sun ever again. Predictably, the orcs growled with delight as the offering had been thrown. What happened beneath the mass of bodies, however, would be unknown to any lookers on. But the quiet screams and the muffled groans of pain that came from the pit amused the other creature and the big orc as they looked down into the horde. Soon they will be ready he chuckled as he looked to the big orc Go, join them. I know it is your desire. The big orc immediately and without a word walked down the short cliff side and worked his way past the other orcs, pushing some aside as he made his way toward the screams. Some of them moved, some of them he tossed aside. When he finally reached the center he dropped down to his hands and knees and pressed himself on top of the already bloodied and battered girl. His huge corded body covered hers and his pale green eyes, which shone in the darkness stared directly into her scared blues as other orcs reached out to grab her arms and her ankles. Her legs were pulled roughly apart and her hips lifted. The big orc growled loudly as he placed a hand around her neck and then thrust his wide hips forward. He made sure to lock eyes with her when he entered her, his thick throbbing member stretched the young girl and his hands, as large as her head, wrapped around her neck as he deprived her oxygen as he buried himself in. He felt her break, he felt her bleed, she saw his smile. When Marionette told her fathers second wife to stop Arlen raised his eyebrow and looked towards his sister. She had no right, by their laws, to order his fathers wife around. He said nothing to her, but made sure to lock eyes with his sister temporarily. Arlen, even though he was 2 years younger than her, was larger and he was certainly more violent. He wasn't afraid to raise his hand against his sisters when they acted out. He wanted to make sure that she knew when this was over that he would be having words with her. He had told her to be silent before...and he meant it. Shortly after her small tirade on orcs and the difficulty that would exist in fighting them, movement was heard just outside of the room followed by words. My lord said one of the guards, as the door swung open. Lord Maelstrom, who stood several inches taller than the rest in the room strode into the basement room where his family waited. He was an older man, nearly 60, but in good shape for a man his age. He wore brown leathers and a dark black fur cloak over his shoulders. He was blonde, or almost white haired, like the rest of them and in addition to his long hair he sported a thick beard of the same color. Arlen rose to take his cloak when he entered. He raised his hand to stop his son. I am not here long enough for that, Arlen he said for a moment. Arlen nodded and remained standing, the others would soon follow his example. We may not face an attack this night. I suppose if they have not come, they will not. But we will wait for a while longer yet. he said as he made sure to lock eyes with everyone in the room, especially with his wives, the oldest first. Evelynn, Elena, you will keep watch over my daughters for a small time longer he turned to look at the girls for a moment after he had spoken and then stopped as he stared at Elena Tonight you will go to my chambers, woman. he said firmly after a moment Evelynn you will assure that she is cleaned up after staying in this filthy hole. The basement wasn't actually even that dirty, in fact, it was particularly clean...but the idea of his first wife ensuring his second was prepared to lay with him pleased him greatly. Marionette he said with a small grumble I received word today that your soon to be husband is riding all this way to help bolster our defenses, he should be here tomorrow night. I expect you to maintain proper decorum. You will be veiled in his presence.