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Birth of Fury, Part 2
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Kitanga sat on the crumbly mountain dirt of the Dun Algaz, playing with the insects in the sparse grass. It was rather cloudy, but otherwise a normal day. She smiled as she prodded a cricket into leaping away, laughing as it twitched nervously a few feet from her.
Nearby stood Tagrok Hotblood, one of the few members of the Shattered Hand sent to Azeroth. He had wanted to remain with his clan on Draenor, but Kargath maintained the position that their clan had to be represented in the Horde’s conquest of Azeroth. He glanced over to the small orc girl playing in the grass and smiled. She held that purity, that innocence that so few, if any, among the adults still possessed. He loved children, a trait commonly held as weak for an orc warrior, especially of the Shattered Hand Clan, but he could not help it. It reminded him of a purer time before the purging, before the demon blood, before Gul’dan.
Tagrok frowned. This young girl would soon be reaching the age at which her childhood would be stolen from her by the warlocks. He remembered seeing his own children writhing in pain beneath the warlock spells. It had disturbed him even then. The others saw it as strength gained through pain, as if it were some perverse exercise. But this was different. Exercise was pure… The mind forcing the body to work harder, to grow stronger. What the warlocks did was unnatural. He was clever enough to realize that this was life stolen, not gifted.
He glanced up at her again, still frowning slightly. The mountainside looked slightly different for some reason. Had that rock always been there? He squinted his eyes, looking harder. It didn’t look like any rock he had ever seen. He shielded his eyes against the sun with his hand as he tried his hardest to make out the details. It looked almost like a… dwarf. It was clearly a humanoid figure, and he quickly noticed the long reddish beard that it possessed, wondering slightly how he hadn’t noticed it before… he could have sworn it was stone. Even as he looked, the dwarf pulled a crossbow from his back and began aiming it down the mountain to where the female orcling played.
Kitanga sat oblivious to the threat, continuing her play in the grasses, now hunting a small beetle as it walked through the tiny jungle at her feet. Suddenly she was pushed aside by a big green orc man.
“Hey mister!” She cried angrily. “What was dat for!” She demanded, not even noticing the crossbow bolt buried deep in his shoulder as he cried an alarm.
“You’re in danger. Come with me, quickly,” He answered roughly, looking back as the warriors assembled. Kitanga began to protest, but he picked her up and carried her off, setting her in a tent in the back of the camp before leaving just as quickly.
Kitanga looked out curiously, watching as the large green orc bellowed and howled as he fought, taking several more bolts to his body, but never slowing in his movements. Kitanga smiled and cheered, enjoying this game the grown ups were playing. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her and she turned to see a funny looking man behind her with hair growing out of his face down to his legs. He was only a little bit taller than she was.
“Hi, wanna play?” She asked in her native orcish, smiling.
Her smile quickly disappeared as the funny man spit at her, a gesture she had connected with her mother’s anger. She shrank back in fear as the strange man lifted a big heavy metal thing. She’d never been hit by one before, but the strike of a fist had given her a good enough idea.
Suddenly, the funny man fell backwards, an axe sticking from his forehead. Kitanga looked closer, screaming in fear as she realized the thing was dead, blood leaking from his head. She turned around and ran, bumping into the same orc that had picked her up before.
“Be careful!” He shouted, almost angrily. “You could have gotten yourself killed!” He finished, a rather stern expression still on his face. His anger quickly melted away though, when he realized she was crying. Whether it was out of fear of her death or the dwarves she couldn’t tell, but she was definitely unsettled about something.
“Calm down…” He muttered, patting her back. “Just stay in the tent, alright?”
She nodded and ran back to the tent, still quivering with fear. She could see the short man’s legs outside, and blood was running toward the entrance. She waited and waited, until the sounds and cries died down. Finally the orc that had told her to stay there showed up.
“Hi there,” He smiled. “It’s safe now.”
Kitanga smiled, looking outside to see for herself.
“Do you have a name?” The orc warrior asked.
“Kitanga,” She answered, “I’m this much!” She beamed, holding up four fingers.
“I’m Tagrok,” The older orc laughed. “I’m too old to count on your fingers. Where’s you mommy?”
Kitanga shivered, a look of anxiety passing over her face. “I dunno,“ She finally answered, shaking her head, “She left a few days ago. I dunno where she went.”
Tagrok nodded, realizing that her mother must have been one of the warlocks that left to go pursue their own craft in the nearby mountains for a short while. He could only imagine how Kitanga had fed herself the whole time. “Well, do you know where your daddy is?” He asked, hoping her father wasn’t one of the deceased.
“I don’t know,“ Kitanga answered, shrugging.
“Well, let’s see if anyone knows,” Tagrok smiled, taking her out to the camp. “Anyone know whose daughter this is?”
Most of the camp remained silent, but one orc answered. “I think that’s ol’ Kal’rema’s pup. From what I heard, she mated with that Gorn fellow in the Burning Blade clan. Wish I coulda seen that…” The orc laughed.
Tagrok shook his head and sighed. “Well at least that’s something, let’s go see him, alright?”
“Kay!” Kitanga answered. She had heard of the Burning Blade clan. It was that group of big orcs that were such good fighters. Her mom didn’t like them very much though.
They walked out of the camp, to another camp entirely, in the middle of which a large pen stood, surrounded by ogres.
“Where is Gorn?” Tagrok asked one of the ogres. The ogre looked down at the orc, recognizing the markings tattooed onto the orcs skin and nodding. “Gorn!” The beast yelled out, watching as one particularly large orc came to the gate.
“What is it?” The orc answered, its eyes glowing red-orange as if they were ablaze. The ogre nodded at the Shattered Hand orc before it and the Burning Blade orc’s eyes flared with hate as it leapt at Tagrok, the ogre barely managed to stop him. Gorns face softened though, when he saw the smaller orc standing nearby.
“Kitanga?” He asked quietly. “I’ve waited so long to see you…” He smiled, the fire still in his eyes, but his father’s instinct temporarily overpowering his demonic bloodlust.
“Daddy?” Kitanga asked, looking up into his eyes. “Daddy!” She cried, running forward and hugging his leg.
Gorn smiled and patted Kitanga on the back. “It is so wonderful to see you my daughter. Every moment that the demons have left my mind I have thought of you. I… love you,” He smiled.
“I love you too,” Kitanga answered, hugging him tighter.
Tagrok suddenly noticed a beating sound, as of many feet moving in unison. He ran over to the ridge to see a massive army moving over Khaz Modan. His heart froze as he realized that it was not an Alliance army coming toward them. It was worse. It was the Horde. They had been forced into retreat.
Good writing as always, I was wondering how Kitanga there had ended up becoming a shaman with so much abuse it seemed..
Trading in a hate filled Warlock mom for a half-crazy Blademaster dad helps... :P
Very nice man. Looking forward to third part heh.
Btw, Stoneform ftw... I never thought until now of using that as camouflage. :P
I like how you showed how naïve she is.
Also, is the dwarf using a crossbow instead of a gun for a more stealth like approach?
I like how you showed how naïve she is.Well, yeah, that's the idea... :P I was particularly wanting to show the contrast between her older self that ya'll have seen, older Kitanga being wiser and stronger and less afraid, but still showing some of the same traits, love of animals, friendly personality, etc... :P
Edit: Also, is the dwarf using a crossbow instead of a gun for a more stealth like approach?Yeah, and I just like the idea of a dwarven crossbow sniper... :P
Yeah, that is an awsome idea.
So the third part will included Dag'rema?
So the third part will included Dag'rema?Indeed, although it should be in the epilogue, rather than the straight up main story.
Aw, no super chick fight between the sister's heh.
Girlcaster has that covered in her story...heh.
Nah, not yet... :P I'm keeping them both children for the duration of this story... :P This is more of an origin story than an action epic. I don't think I'll do her shaman epiphany either, because it'd just be Unbroken with a an orc instead of a broken and the Badlands instead of Draenor... :P
Nice work Skree, I like the way you conveyed her innocence. :)
Where is the parental abuse? that wa m favourite bit, but any way can you make this longer i really like itDon't worry... :P Kal'rema was just gone this episode. She'll be back in the next, back and more selfishly brutal than ever!
And thanks Patty. ;)
Sick work with the orc pervert, though, XD
Pervert? :P That's not really what I was shooting for... xD More tired old orc who misses his own kids... >.>
No, the one that said "wish I coulda seen that" or whatever.
Ah... Yeah, he's a pervert... :P I thought you were associating Tagrok with pedophilia for watching Kitanga so much... >.> I guess that's just my own disturbed mind jumping to conclusions.
But yeah, camp orc guy is a pervert... :P
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