Scarred Story: The Beginning of a Haruspex

[Wizzar 481]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9XhtzULRBA

 

 

Scarred Story

 

                  Stalking the volcanic terrain outside of Krugmar, Bumba crouched low as he peered over a small hill. Below him, unaware of the uruk’s presence, was a young horse focused on eating a patch of grass. Bumba released the arrow, it bolted towards the horse's neck, leading to its eventual collapse and inevitable death. 

 

   

 

 

             Bumba approached the corpse of the animal, he’d extend his hand down to stroke its mane. Slowly, he would begin to turn over the animal, so that it laid on its back. Removing his long knife from his side, he would begin the process.

 

 

    

 

 

           Carefully, he would press the tip of the knife into its upper abdomen. As he pressed down, a dark, wine-colored blood would ooze from the cut, moving down towards the horse's back. Bringing his hand down, he would slice down towards the horse’s lower stomach. Moving his free hand into its internals, he would gently, but firmly grasp the creature's intestines, pulling it out slightly. Dropping his knife, he would use both of his hands to pull out 15 meters of small intestines as if tugging on a rope. 

 

           Covered in the animal's blood, Bumba would examine the intestines, noticing small worms wiggling around inside. “Yub, diz azh wuz ztrugglin” he’d mumble. He would stick his hand into the horse once more, pulling out nothing but his own bloodied hand. He’d move his face close to get a better look at the blood. “Da grizh peepz normul, mi guezz da wurmz nub effekt dat part uv da horze, yub”. Moving the intestines to the side, Bumba looked towards the upper chest of the horse

 

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          Again, he would use his knife to slice through the skin and any tissue. As he moved his hand into its chest, he would come across its ribs, With the back of his knife, he would begin pounding at it until he heard a crack. Pulling out the broken rib pieces, the heart of the horse would be revealed. He would seize it with his hand, holding it high into the sunlight, the blood dripping down his arm and moving down his body. The sun illuminated its features, giving it a red glow. “Diz muzt be ah zign... Haruzpexy ihz da way fer mi now...” he’d announce confidently before taking a large bite of organ, the blood dripping down his chin. “Mi anceztorz have blah’d t’ mi diz day, mi path ihz clear, da futur uv da urukz ihz strong”.

 

 

 

Bumba laid down in the sunlight, the heat of the environment pressing down on his dark, blood-covered orcish hide, a grin plastered on his face.

 

Edited August 1, 2021 by Wizzar