A Wolf's Rebirth.

[Slothtastic 761]

Blank. Blank. That was all Jukha could remember as he awoke in the temple. He did remember riding into the palace upon his wolf, Bloodclaw but after entering he remembered nothing. But the Old Lur Wargoth was not confused or curious as to why, instead anger and revenge plagued his mind. The one thing he could remember, the one thing that he wanted no, needed to remember was this.

Drokon, killed Turkurz. His friend, no his brother. As the Orc stood his eyes were clouded with bloodlust and hatred.

"I am going to kill them. I am going to rend the flesh from their bones." The old Wargoth now felt more of a Wolf than ever.

"I am a Wolf, I am the Alpha!" He roars, adorning a pelt of a beast he had slain in Asul. He mounted his wolf and rode to Ceru, to the old Shaman camp, where he dug out a Polar Bear's Carcass, still cold and fresh from the snow it was under.

"Votar, Lur, Leyd, Enrohk! Give me the strength to kill those that dishonor the Orcs and your name!" He yells as he makes an offering to them, the carcass of the bear. He uttered many prayers to the spirits, asking for strength.

The sound of pads against the snow sounded, his pack had rejoined him. As he turned around he saw the pack of Lur Wolves he had left with the camp. Old Wolves and New Wolves. The sons and daughters of Bloodclaw and Muun. He smiled as the Wolves seemed strong and healthy.    "My pack..." He muttered before shouting, "MY PACK!" With a laugh added to the end.

He sent birds to deliver to the Orcs in San'Torr, which had read:

Orcs! You're being led by a whitewash! He has killed Turkurz, a Keshig and Wargoth, for doing an honorable act! But the blood that he spilled shall not go unavenged! Come, my brothers and sisters, fight with me! We shall reclaim the our Honor, and return our home to what it should be! My fellow Orcs, we must not let this whitewash, this coward lead us! Fight with me, my brothers!

FIGHT!

The letter ends, as the birds that had been dropping them returned to their master, the Orc, however had done something insane. Creating a pair gauntlet, fresh from the forge and still very hot, had burned into his own skin. It had claws built on, so Jukha would never be unarmed. His tusks were sharpened to where their points were as sharp as daggers (figuratively). He had somehow survived the whole process, the pelt was turned into a second skin for the Lur. That night, Jukha had become more Wolf than Orc. That night, Jukha was reborn.

((OOC:))

So, this may be a very bad post but I am bored and decided to come up with this post. He survived the gauntlet by then dumping his hands into a bucket filled with ice cold water, now I know some of you may call this edgy or stupid or somethin' like that, so I say to you in the words of many, many people.

'Bring it on.'

[Pandasan 74]

Olnin looked around frantically after he had finished reading the letter, biting nervously at his lip. Quickly he would call at one of the birds as they flew away, though it would have been too late. The goblin rushed to return back a note while he whistled for his own crow to deliver the message,

 

"We should speak privately, for I have some things to with you, orc. -Olnin"

 

The letter would be sloppy, the ink slightly smeared across the parchment. However, Olnin rolls up the note and ties it off before giving it to the crow.

He'd point to the flock of birds that return to their master, "Follow and deliver."

 

The shaman shoo'd away the bird and returned back to his cauldron.

[KBR 2046]

Burbur buries the burnt corpse of Jukha very confused

 

[Boomzerang 515]

Gholug'Braduk grunts as he finds the letter outside the clan hall of the Braduks. After a brisk moment of reading it, he tears the message to shreds, and flings it into a nearby fire. "Idiutz nub gruk when to ztop defend'n' a pinki..." He'd approach his steed, a large rhinoceros, with a horn-shaped cap of iron, engraved on it three words - his own name, the name of his clan, and the name of the beast. "W'ave won warz much more diffikult than thiz one will be." He'd place one foot into a stirrup. "Tik to praktize latz runnin', Zhunbo." He rides into the desert, lacking any sort of fear of loss, and any remorse for whoever attempts to stop his soon-to-be onslaught.

[MangoArt 399]

Dulah wonders if Jukha will ground her if she doesn't join the rebellion.

[McDaedra 261]

Grommok'Lur pats Nrarok, his female lur wolf. He'd begin to sharpen his sword and spear with a smile on his face.

[Daisy 9735]

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

 

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