cont. from discord with @lionslight .
He did not respond to quip; not immediately. Anduin neared closer to the barrier, retrieving from his side a small set of keys, then proceeded to insert one of them into the locked door before him. In a moment, it was unlocked, and he gently swung the door open before entering the cell, closing said door behind him without bothering to lock it once more. Still, he gazed upon the orc, a resolute stare seeming to carry with it the judgement of the kings which came before Anduin; even those who had not viewed characters like Saurfang for their individuality, but rather the actions of their race. Nevertheless, he was unarmed, and quite possibly defenseless against whatever action Varok had to take; and still, he did not fear.
"I could chain you to a pole in Old Town, and I would perhaps still be granting you more decency than the Dark Lady." The words spoken sought to encompass a biting and caustic nature, but only due to the truth of them. Gloved hands moved to remove the hood which sheathed youthful features, and light blond locks cascaded about them thereafter. "And believe me... Under any other king of the Alliance, your execution would have already occurred; though I have reason to suspect you'd find that gratifying right about now." He spoke coldly, and it was especially noticeable coming from a voice which seldom sought to weave anything but, hope, compassion, and inspiration. "...Tell me, Varok Saurfang... At this moment in time, who is your enemy?"
at first, all the boy-king earns himself is a snort. saurfang can’t deny that he’s RIGHT, they both know that. anduin is certainly not varian, of this he is painfully aware; if it were VARIAN taking him prisoner, varok would not be alive to make the observation. strangely enough, he does not feel as he perhaps should, imprisoned behind enemy lines after having been left there for dead. there is SPITE growing in his heart, a familiar feeling — but on this occasion, it is not reserved for the alliance.
❛ my ENEMY? ❜ he asks, his voice a growl on tusked lips. saurfang’s enemies are not few. but at this point, it is a HARD question to answer. his enemy does not lie with the horde — they are his people. he has fought in the name of the horde and its core beliefs for a very long time. his son DIED for the horde, even when it was ruled by an orc not worth dying for. to renounce it all, as he suspects anduin will expect him to do, is almost CERTAINLY out of the question... isn’t it?
his hands, mighty and strong and able to crush any human’s head like a melon, twitch from where they reside in his lap. his voice is a spit of VENOM when he speaks again, as though the words are bitter and harsh in his mouth like ACID.
❛ my enemy lies with the WARCHIEF. ❜