A Tortured Past
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Category:
+S through Z › World of Warcraft
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,152
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Survivor's Instinct
As a priestess, There was little Marley could do to free herself. She along with a small group of forest trolls had been captured after attacking an elf settlement. The group had been larger but the elves had used their magics to slow their natural regeneration. Many were killed, the rest, gathered as prisoners. She had been employed as one of the three healers to their war-band. The strain of the magic caused her to fall behind and get overwhelmed, thus depleting her own magic. She was attacked there after taking her consciousness.
Marley’s consciousness returned, what felt like hours later. She recognized the sensation of numbness in her arms and rough wood against her belly. The ache went deep. She struggled against her bonds to no avail. The crisp night air chilled her bare skin. Marley tired to roll over onto her right side but something solid, warm and sticky prevented her progress. A low grunt sounded upon impact.
She rolled over in place to get a view of what she bumped into. Not what, who. A troll Headhunter is who. She recognized him by sight only. She couldn’t place his name however. Much of his body was obscured by blood and bruises. His breath came raggedly and shallow. One eye, his left that had not swollen, slid open. The emerald color jarred her. They reminded her of… No don’t think of that now.
She cleared her dry throat. Her voice came out roughly. “Ya alrigh’?” He seemed to mentally check himself for an answer.
“Mos’ley… Bruised an’ beaten’. I can’na feel mah left arm tho’. I t’ink it be broken.” He whispered back hoarsely. She examined their surroundings quickly. There were two more trolls on the other side of her. The cart that rocked and swayed was caged. Their captors headed the cart, none following behind. She looked back at the Headhunter. His jet black hair covered his head in a wild array, most matted with blood. His face held the tribal tattooing of his adulthood rites. Thick, curved tusks angled away from his mouth.
He continued, “ Ya… ya was one of da healah’s? Good ta see ya alive leetle one.”
She nodded and pondered their situation. “Can-” She began, “How sharp is ya tusks?”
He looked at her oddly before responding, “I dunno… Pretty sharp. Why?” She had already begun moving while he answered. The elves heading the card were not concerned by the active trolls. Marley returned to her previous position with her back to the large troll.
Marley pressed her bound hands against the muscular troll’s belly. She closed her eyes and summoned her magic. He tensed, and green waves of magic entered his skin, healing his injuries. His sigh of relief comforted her. Ending the spell she made to conserve what else may remain of her magic. She could not be sure if he healed entirely, but he was healed enough.
“Thank ya… Dat be much bettah now.” His breath stirred the little hairs on the nape of her neck. She could feel his face in her vibrant red Mohawk.
Shivering, she whispered, “Can ya move at all?”
He grunted. “No, not much. They tied mah wrists an’ ankles too tight. Wha’cha plan?”
Marley rolled onto her back again, and levered herself upright with her bound hands. “I’m gonna scoot back, can ya try ta get these ropes off wit’ ya tusks?”
“I can try.” She wriggled back bringing her bound arms to the Headhunter’s face. He concentrated, angling his hooked tusks into the knots. The trolls worked over an hour as the cart rocked and swayed over the uneven path. Finally the ropes fell free. Marley wheeled around and leaned over the larger male to free him.
He sat up and motioned to the other two trolls in the cart with them. One, a Hexxer and the other, a Headhunter. She checked the one nearest her. His skin was cool to the touch, he did not survive. She checked the pulse of the Hexxer. It was weedy at best. Marley healed him until she was satisfied.
“Wha’cha name?” the troll asked her when she turned once more.
“Marley, you?”
“I be Jodan. Where do ya t’ink dey takin’ us?”
She shrugged. “I dunno, but mah gut is tellin’ me dat it not where I wan’ ta be.”
“Mebbe it was bettah if we jus’ died…” He said thoughtfully.
Wow! Another chapter! Yes I am a horrible procrastinator. Im not completely satisfied with this one but, I have high hopes for the next. Thanks for reading…
Preview of next chapter.
Blood trickled down his tightly muscled body in rivulets. They wanted to hear him scream. His blood had nearly washed out blood from previous prisoners.
In a deadly calm voice, the elf spoke in Orcish so that the troll could understand his words, “We will break you yet…”
Marley’s consciousness returned, what felt like hours later. She recognized the sensation of numbness in her arms and rough wood against her belly. The ache went deep. She struggled against her bonds to no avail. The crisp night air chilled her bare skin. Marley tired to roll over onto her right side but something solid, warm and sticky prevented her progress. A low grunt sounded upon impact.
She rolled over in place to get a view of what she bumped into. Not what, who. A troll Headhunter is who. She recognized him by sight only. She couldn’t place his name however. Much of his body was obscured by blood and bruises. His breath came raggedly and shallow. One eye, his left that had not swollen, slid open. The emerald color jarred her. They reminded her of… No don’t think of that now.
She cleared her dry throat. Her voice came out roughly. “Ya alrigh’?” He seemed to mentally check himself for an answer.
“Mos’ley… Bruised an’ beaten’. I can’na feel mah left arm tho’. I t’ink it be broken.” He whispered back hoarsely. She examined their surroundings quickly. There were two more trolls on the other side of her. The cart that rocked and swayed was caged. Their captors headed the cart, none following behind. She looked back at the Headhunter. His jet black hair covered his head in a wild array, most matted with blood. His face held the tribal tattooing of his adulthood rites. Thick, curved tusks angled away from his mouth.
He continued, “ Ya… ya was one of da healah’s? Good ta see ya alive leetle one.”
She nodded and pondered their situation. “Can-” She began, “How sharp is ya tusks?”
He looked at her oddly before responding, “I dunno… Pretty sharp. Why?” She had already begun moving while he answered. The elves heading the card were not concerned by the active trolls. Marley returned to her previous position with her back to the large troll.
Marley pressed her bound hands against the muscular troll’s belly. She closed her eyes and summoned her magic. He tensed, and green waves of magic entered his skin, healing his injuries. His sigh of relief comforted her. Ending the spell she made to conserve what else may remain of her magic. She could not be sure if he healed entirely, but he was healed enough.
“Thank ya… Dat be much bettah now.” His breath stirred the little hairs on the nape of her neck. She could feel his face in her vibrant red Mohawk.
Shivering, she whispered, “Can ya move at all?”
He grunted. “No, not much. They tied mah wrists an’ ankles too tight. Wha’cha plan?”
Marley rolled onto her back again, and levered herself upright with her bound hands. “I’m gonna scoot back, can ya try ta get these ropes off wit’ ya tusks?”
“I can try.” She wriggled back bringing her bound arms to the Headhunter’s face. He concentrated, angling his hooked tusks into the knots. The trolls worked over an hour as the cart rocked and swayed over the uneven path. Finally the ropes fell free. Marley wheeled around and leaned over the larger male to free him.
He sat up and motioned to the other two trolls in the cart with them. One, a Hexxer and the other, a Headhunter. She checked the one nearest her. His skin was cool to the touch, he did not survive. She checked the pulse of the Hexxer. It was weedy at best. Marley healed him until she was satisfied.
“Wha’cha name?” the troll asked her when she turned once more.
“Marley, you?”
“I be Jodan. Where do ya t’ink dey takin’ us?”
She shrugged. “I dunno, but mah gut is tellin’ me dat it not where I wan’ ta be.”
“Mebbe it was bettah if we jus’ died…” He said thoughtfully.
Wow! Another chapter! Yes I am a horrible procrastinator. Im not completely satisfied with this one but, I have high hopes for the next. Thanks for reading…
Preview of next chapter.
Blood trickled down his tightly muscled body in rivulets. They wanted to hear him scream. His blood had nearly washed out blood from previous prisoners.
In a deadly calm voice, the elf spoke in Orcish so that the troll could understand his words, “We will break you yet…”