Darkness: Chapter 6 - Spoils

The sweet, bloody taste was overwhelming. Each mouthful was a moment anticipated, savoured and then quickly forgotten as the next bite approached. The boar was succulent, melting on the tongue while her fangs tore it piece by piece from the leg bone.

At least Vorg can do something right.

Teshka grinned, thinking to herself. Vorg had hunted the boar well, and now it sat skewered over the fire, dripping its sweet, fatty juices. It was positioned to the side of the cave chamber, with the group sat all around, all but Mala’kal... he sat aloof to everyone else atop his self made throne, his runt pup at his side. While the father gorged himself on pork, the Orc-child picked apart his own meal hesitantly.

Vorg and the Dark-shaman adept Brusk however exchanged whispered jokes, likely at the boys’ expense. All the others were faces with names not worth the effort to learn, some dozen in total. Curling her fangs in disdain at these shoddy surroundings, she turned her attention back to her meal... sinking her teeth back into that prized meat.

“Garbage run! Haha!” Brusk yelled triumphantly, he stood and walked to the great stone that led to the dark chamber below. With the help of Vorg the pair quickly moved it aside to the cheering chants of the others. Her eyes followed the scene, the Kor’kron grunts throwing stripped bones and other waste food or garbage down into that abyss where the prisoners lived, and hopefully died.

Scraps, they don’t even deserve that.

Mala’kal chuckled, coldly, he threw a bare bone aside and clapped as the grunts pushed the great stone back into place with the grinding of stone and a shifting click of completion. The boy Varanak just looked afraid, as usual.

Weakling, Mala’kal should have throttled him at birth, and his bitch mother for spawning him too.

Teshka smiled wide, flashing her fangs at the sheepish pup, this caught his eye and he quickly turned pale with worry.

Perhaps one night while he sleeps, I’ll slip into his furs, make him blush... then strangle him myself...

She mused, as Mala’kal waved his hands, calling all the Orcs to resume sitting so he may speak. Quickly as they had risen, they all sat around the fire facing his primitive throne once more.

“Kor’kron! Hellscreams loyal!” He spoke, booming to ensure their attention. ”Tonight we feast and celebrate! Tonight one of our most hated enemies’s, The Blademaster Devilstep, languishes and suffers in the abyss of our pit!” He raises his arms, the crowd cheered. Teshka gave a half hearted cheer of her own, for appearances and all.

Not like it was difficult, the Blademaster hardly lived up to his Reputation, Dog.

”Soon, we will leave this place and strike down those who would chase us like animals! And return Hellscream to his rightful place! Hellscream lives! Hellscream is free! Hellscream will be victorious!” He roared, the cave erupted into similar roars. News of Hellscreams escape had come in the early hours, quickly followed by wild boasts and claims my Mala’kal.

”you shall all drink deep of the cup of victory, and feel its rewards! Riches! Spoils! Blood and glory! Power will once again be ours! For the true Horde!

”For the true Horde!” they all echoed his victory cry, and Teshka followed suit.

Whatever gets us out of this cave...

With that, as the others chanted, raised mugs and sang of victory and blood, Mala’kal walked over to Teshka, grinning from pointed ear to ear.

Teshka stood, licking the remainder of her meal from her lips and fangs, wiping the grease from her face.

Come to wrangle his way into my furs again...

He stopped in front of her, a mass of muscle and chain mail. At his hip sat a Totem wrapped in chains... a symbol of how the elements obeyed him to the point of slavery.

”You have served me well, and best of all those here Teshka, I have a special reward for you... He smiled, his square chin straining with glee.

She bowed her head and smiled playfully, knowing full well the games a female had to play with male superiors in this horde or any other. The wiles of a female had many benefits if used right.

”And what be this boon you would grant me above all others, hmm?” she purred in response, smiling that smile only a she wolf could use.

Mala’kal placed a hand behind his back, and brought it back about. Thrusting an object into her hands.

An actual gift and not some lusty innuendo? Well it’s a first. But he’s not earned some rutting yet...

She ran her slender, claw like hands along that smooth, red surface. Gronn bone, an expensive material and worth it too. She tightened her grip, it was a sword, sat in its scabbard. Curved and lengthy enough to be wielded with one hand or two. With a snapping motion she unsheathed it to a song like note, the air splitting... unleashing a tongue of shining metal, razor sharp and shimmering in the light of the fire.

...Or perhaps you have.

She grinned, her eyes running up and down the blade, it was dark blue to the eyes, and showed signs of expert craftsmanship, folded thousands of times with pain staking effort. Who ever had made it, had made it well she judged, eyeing the emblem of a demonic Orcs face, complete with horns and menacing visage at the base of the blade.

Courtesy of our new inmate, Ha!

She snapped it back into the sheathe with a smooth even motion ending in a final click. It was priceless, and hers if she was willing to pay what the seller asked. She finally lifted her dark red eyes to the dark shaman, forcing a blush and a wry smile.

”such a fine gift, How could I ever repay such generosity?” She spoke softly, standing close to him now. Only a hair distance was between them as his hot, lustful breath fell on her face. She knew what he wanted, and he knew she did.

His hand rose, caressing her chin. And that was when she knew...

...She owned him.