starter for @legioncraft || sc.
never again would the likes of such a despicable creature be allowed to escape the hands of the horde. not only an ally of the TRAITOROUS hellscream, but pure evil incarnate, vol’jin would be the first to voice his disgust towards such a being. had history taught them naught? blinded by the iron horde threat, the warlock had been allowed to poison the minds of thousands, twisting the fel into otherwise redeemable minds -- perhaps they could still be saved, but it was certain that HE could not.
bow and spear strapped to his back, the shadow hunter continued across the remains of tanaan jungle -- trees had turned to ash, the broken husks of corpses adorning the paths like those of the draenei had those years ago. a terrible turn of events that had simply been allowed by IGNORANCE. orcs would never change. anger in every footstep, the breaking of branches underfoot weren’t enough to pull him from the murderous intent that brewed within him. his trackers had aided him thus far, though it was quite clear that the wide berth they had given their warchief was not unwarranted from his behaviour.
he would not return to camp empty handed: gul’dan’s head would be at the centre of their pyre tonight.
❝ d’ya have any last words, WARLOCK? ❞
the enemy that had evaded him for too long was now within reach and yet his limbs were too filled with rage to reach for his bow. what would separate him from hellscream if he were to give in to such primal urges? vol’jin had known better than to charge in and succumb to whatever foul traps the demon-king had hidden beneath his sleeve, though any planned encounter was slipping from his mind by the second.
he did not want to grant this being a quick, merciless death, he wished to make him suffer as his people had suffered ( as HE had suffered ) at the hands of orcish kind.
❝ 'cause it be dyin’ time now. ❞
