there is no pity where there is fear
asa
08-11-2024, 09:19 PM
Xurek showed deference and respect, a thing that Asa quite liked and appreciated. The stallion spoke the old tongue in kind and a little shiver ran up the mare's spine. Gods above and below... if there was any type of dirty talk for the antlered horse, the old tongue was it. "ak qihogz wy fo bgorerduk, norukughaid." Asa replied in kind, falling into step beside the giant, tusked man. A curious mind prompted the man to inquire about the future of the herd. So far, she and Uruk hadn't talked about it, both of them acclimating to their new regime. Asa shook out her dark mane, a soft huff escaping through wide nares. "This is yet to be determined. Should I have my way, we'll collect others of like mind. We'll keep the herd safe. Perhaps we'll conquer other herds, other lands." Asa was industrious. She was hungry. The spotted mare didn't want to stop at chopping the head off the snake. She wanted to chop the whole thing to bits. "And you?" she asked, one brow arched again, "Should we choose blood and war, would you follow?" What was Xurek made of? "Asa" "Orcish" |