#doomhxmmer

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"You belong to me."

        she cannot help the smile which is beginning to form. orgrim never was so affectionate and, when he was, there was a certain gruff aspect to it. this instance was the same, but how could she deny him? -- “ indeed i am, and only yours, great warchief. ” in the moment she has to reciprocate this, arms wrap around his own, whole body nuzzled up against him.

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Elaestra: So ... This giant demon ... Eh, thing, is trying to claim me and I'm not sure what to do.

Orgrim: !!!!!!!!

Elaestra: See, I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would react this way

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Elaestra in modern verse: ( singing along with a YouTube video ) so now I'm far more liberal with a weapon -- when I separate their bodies from their heADS! Orgrim: !!!!!!!!!!

[blooclaxe]

"What if something happens to you?"

prompt - open

        “Then....it does...”

        Knowing well that he would not be pleased with her response, Alkaphrah drew her eyes away from the Warchief, brows knitting together in distaste. This was war after all; she had already lost two of her brothers to Alliance forces. She could still remember the feeling of their blood on her face, splattering across her countenance, before striking down the men who took her brothers.  The sadness flared in her, and though she felt the corners of her eyes prickle and tears welling in her golden eyes, she bit them back, appearing strong before Orgrim.

         “This is war, Orgrim,” she said softly, turning her gaze back to him. “I could die, you could die. We don’t know how this is going to end. You’re just going to have to trust I can make it through, as best as any of your men can. You don’t have to worry.”

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( slowly switches to the horde side over a number of years. ) ( side eyes orgrim. ) Yayy orc dad!

[exspirarchived]

"Psst"

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    “Look, I’ve been there, the Undercity. Back when I was a kid and Arthas wasn’t evil, I followed a cat down into the sewers and it was… it was bad, okay? It’s dark and damp and chilly, the kinda chill that settles in your bones because your clothes are wet and they’re not getting dry. Still don’t like small spaces because of it, and I was only down there for a few hours or days. He was down there for months. That he didn’t become a gibbering wreck or come back to kill us all is… mind-boggling.”

    “I think the orcs are better than us at honoring their legends. We gave Alleria and Turalyon a statue in the Valley and left it at that. They gave Doomhammer the capital of their kingdom.”

    “Wait, he was Blackrock? I didn’t… okay, yeah, he had that black-and-gold armor, but I thought he just… found it and it fit?”

    “He’s an orc, so I assume the answer’s yes.”

    “There are orcs in Acherus, naturally, and it’s… interesting, hearing them talk about him. You wouldn’t be able to notice it, since you can’t seem to get past the echoes in our voices, but I hear it. That man was a hero to them. The… There aren’t words, for how his name sounded coming from them. They called him honorable, and treated it like a strength.”

    “But which came first - the Doomhammer, or the Doomhammer?”

    “Sorta like you - blow to the back. Knight’s lance. Don’t think anything else’d work on him, save killing an Annihilan.”

    “Nn. Hammers are overrated anyways.”

    “During Kosh'harg, I think. Orc thing, celebration they had around Oshu’gun. Scourgebane told me about it. Something about Durotan and Orgrim meeting and being troublemakers. Pretty sure he was just trying to get a reaction from Warchief Thrall, ‘cause he was passing by and Crok’s a bit of a needler.”

    “The real reason Doomhammer was such a bloody nightmare was because he was just about the only orc not stupid enough to think that drinking blood was, in any way, a good idea. It’s blood. There is never and will never come a time when drinking blood leads to happy things! It just doesn’t happen!”

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        He was always so grim.

        Maybe it was a part of his position as Blackhand’s second, but he just didn’t seem like the orc that would get into trouble with Durotan when they were younger. Still though,--perhaps Orgrim was realizing the role he inherited from his father, and what exactly it would entail...

        But that didn’t stop her from being the little shit she always was.

        Laughing quietly, Alka was able to slip away unnoticed. Perhaps she wasn’t as graceful as she could have been, but at least the heavy stomping behind her let her know that Orgrim was on her tail. A sly grin crossed her features, and she allowed herself to get further away from the camp, wondering how far he would follow.