Loss, Corruption, Revenge

[Eddywilson2 2117]

"ARGHHHHHHHHH" howled the purple orc as news of Zogroka's death came to the jungle camp. His hands curled into fists, his back arched, as he bellowed at the sky. Rage pumped through his veins so deep that many of the nearby orcs shied away. One of the orcs came towards him, but Darzk'Dom, eldest son of Zogroka'Dom, smacked the comfort aside. "CURZE LATZ KRUG" he roars at the sky before going into his hut.

Hours drifted by before the young Orc emerged from the tent followed by the stench of cactus green. Others glanced at him but kept their distance as he strode out of the camp and into the jungle. The stride became a jog and then to a spring as he pushed vines aside and jumped over fallen trees and branches to the jungle. He didn't stop, crossing into the desert and running across the scorched earth.

It was well into the night when Darzk finally collapsed on the sandy ground. Trembles shook his body as he lay there exhausted. If tears could come to his eyes, he would sob for the bitter hate towards the shamans who killed his father was fierce. He lay there for some time before he managed to lift his head a bit. A cactus, having not noticed it before, stood before him. He knew what he must do.

Standing up slowly, he gripped either side of the tip of the cactus and opened it up. Tilting his head back, he drank the bitter sweet juice that lay within. He then began to pick the pricks out of the cactus, placing them to the side, as he worked to smooth the cactus. From there, he used his sharp nails to peel the skin of the cactus and lay it in strips on the ground to dry. A sense of weariness came over him as he lay his head down on the sand, asleep before he even made contact.

Darzk awoke to the blistering sun on his back and the stickiness of his tongue to his mouth. The sun rose in the desert leaving Darzk parched with no water. The dried cactus skin lay nearby with oils seeping from it due to the sun. He wrinkled his nose at the unpleasantness, but it would have to do for now as he scoped part of it up at put it in his mouth. Saliva came slowly as the sticky cactus skin moved around his mouth. Darzk waited until the oils seeped out before swallowing where he proceeded to wait.

The ground began to shimmer and the barrier between earth and sky blurred as Darzk sat in the sand. His heartbeat sounded in his head creating a strange sensation of loudness. But it stopped. A small whisper echoed in his mind over and over again. "Ah'venge mi" it echoed causing Darzk to look around slowly for the cause of the noise. As he turned back around, a large figure of an Orc stood in front of him.

((Translated to English for the sake of the read))

"I've been watching you for a long time Darzk" says Lxli the spirit of dark shamans. "You have grown so much like your father" he says in a comforting voice.

"Who are you" asks Darzk slowly "And what is it you want?"

Lxli knelt down in front of Darzk, putting his clawed hands on his temples. "I want what you want." For a time they spoke as Lxli whispered into Darzk's ear, telling him of his father's life. Words of hate towards the shamans who killed Zogroka were exchanged subtlety and sealed with the promise of future learning once he had killed his first shaman. He was given a task, a task to eradicate the shamans who stood against his father and to restore his clan's honor. It was time for revenge.

((Darzk is currently in the desert preparing for revenge. It is overseen by Kraal, and we are aiming to provide some good RP in the future as the story unveils.))

[Raptorious 1899]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.