Post by Drevik on Dec 24, 2010 18:13:19 GMT -5
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"The frostwolf clan must be taught a lesson.", mummers the Nathrezim that holds down Drevik, commander of the third squad of the Frostwolf Infranty. "We'll start with your men."
Drevik's mind reels as he processes what'd happened. His squad had been doing a routine patroll, when the demons came from nowhere and everywhere at once. He'd faught vialintly with his soldiers before being captured and knocked unconcious. Now here he was being held down like an animal as one by one each his soldiers were slowly slain. Given wounds that made their insides fall out, or pulled apart by felguards. "When I get free I will kill every last one of you blasted demons!", he roars making the Nathrezim chuckle.
"Who says your going to get free?", the demon asks then passes Drevik to a felguard as a lovely orcish woman is brought foward. "This one is pretty I think I'll have some fun with her.", the Nathrezim taunts as Drevik helplessly watches his lover of four years stripped out of her clothes struggling and screaming her rage.
"I'll f*cking kill you... all of you I'll f*cking cut your black hearts out!", Drevik roars struggling agenst the Felguard who grips him tighter the fingers of it's clawed gauntlet leaving bloody furrows down his face, and the index finger sinking slowly into the orcs left eye. The pain only servs to infuriate the orc who with his free arm grabs his belt dagger and begens hacking at the gauntleted arm of the Felguard holding him.
Giggles of glee from the demons all around him as their leader silences the strugling woman, strikeing her head to knock her unconcious, they then procede to take turns raping her, each leaving a cut when they're finnished to bleed her out slowly.
After almost an hour of pounding at the felsteel guantlet of the felguard Dreviks dagger snaps in half. The felguard who'd been amused by his effort laughs and sinks it's claws deeper in to his face and eye. Roaring again in fury he begens trying to pull away once more the sick beast holding him taunting him merrily. Dreviks rage only continues to grow with every demon that takes his turn with his woman. He would give anything to save her... including his right arm.
Grasping the broken dagger firmly Drevik begens to hack at his own flesh. Blood pours from the wound in as he does, the pain excruciating but he dosn't stop, untill at last, he shears through the bone and last vestigaes of flesh freeing himself. Moments later the felguard who'd been holding him is dead, the broken blade driven through it's throat.
Drevik consumed with blood fury takes it's axe as it falls driveing the blade deep in to the flesh of the Nathrezim who was taking it's third turn raping his woman. The demon shreaks in pain the other creatures having been focused on the rape loking up in confusion.
Drevik looks at his orcess... it was to late. She would die within five minuts. "I'm sorry Cha'ni", he says and hurls himself through a window.
"Find that orc! Kill him... slowly.", the Nathrezim yells to his menions from where it stood pulling the felguards axe out of it's side heedless of the blood running down it's leg. "I want his head."
Several demons rush after the orc, following the trail of blood untill it suddenly dissapears. Nowhere for him to hide, yet no trace of him remained not even a footprint.
((End of part one. Again I apologise for any spelling and grammer errors, and for the lack of enviormental details which is due to me being unable to find anything on how Draenor looked before it became outlands.))
"The frostwolf clan must be taught a lesson.", mummers the Nathrezim that holds down Drevik, commander of the third squad of the Frostwolf Infranty. "We'll start with your men."
Drevik's mind reels as he processes what'd happened. His squad had been doing a routine patroll, when the demons came from nowhere and everywhere at once. He'd faught vialintly with his soldiers before being captured and knocked unconcious. Now here he was being held down like an animal as one by one each his soldiers were slowly slain. Given wounds that made their insides fall out, or pulled apart by felguards. "When I get free I will kill every last one of you blasted demons!", he roars making the Nathrezim chuckle.
"Who says your going to get free?", the demon asks then passes Drevik to a felguard as a lovely orcish woman is brought foward. "This one is pretty I think I'll have some fun with her.", the Nathrezim taunts as Drevik helplessly watches his lover of four years stripped out of her clothes struggling and screaming her rage.
"I'll f*cking kill you... all of you I'll f*cking cut your black hearts out!", Drevik roars struggling agenst the Felguard who grips him tighter the fingers of it's clawed gauntlet leaving bloody furrows down his face, and the index finger sinking slowly into the orcs left eye. The pain only servs to infuriate the orc who with his free arm grabs his belt dagger and begens hacking at the gauntleted arm of the Felguard holding him.
Giggles of glee from the demons all around him as their leader silences the strugling woman, strikeing her head to knock her unconcious, they then procede to take turns raping her, each leaving a cut when they're finnished to bleed her out slowly.
After almost an hour of pounding at the felsteel guantlet of the felguard Dreviks dagger snaps in half. The felguard who'd been amused by his effort laughs and sinks it's claws deeper in to his face and eye. Roaring again in fury he begens trying to pull away once more the sick beast holding him taunting him merrily. Dreviks rage only continues to grow with every demon that takes his turn with his woman. He would give anything to save her... including his right arm.
Grasping the broken dagger firmly Drevik begens to hack at his own flesh. Blood pours from the wound in as he does, the pain excruciating but he dosn't stop, untill at last, he shears through the bone and last vestigaes of flesh freeing himself. Moments later the felguard who'd been holding him is dead, the broken blade driven through it's throat.
Drevik consumed with blood fury takes it's axe as it falls driveing the blade deep in to the flesh of the Nathrezim who was taking it's third turn raping his woman. The demon shreaks in pain the other creatures having been focused on the rape loking up in confusion.
Drevik looks at his orcess... it was to late. She would die within five minuts. "I'm sorry Cha'ni", he says and hurls himself through a window.
"Find that orc! Kill him... slowly.", the Nathrezim yells to his menions from where it stood pulling the felguards axe out of it's side heedless of the blood running down it's leg. "I want his head."
Several demons rush after the orc, following the trail of blood untill it suddenly dissapears. Nowhere for him to hide, yet no trace of him remained not even a footprint.
((End of part one. Again I apologise for any spelling and grammer errors, and for the lack of enviormental details which is due to me being unable to find anything on how Draenor looked before it became outlands.))
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