the orc king cannot bring himself to stand still , so he paces back && forth as a cold gaze takes in the appearance of the dwarf in the low light of the night ( illuminated by the moon alone . ) azog's movement is predatory in nature ; a mighty beast awaiting his prey , body strong && hard like the stone of his mountain home. his body cries for action ― but his mind is clouded , uncertain of what it is he desires [ blood ? revenge ? something more personal. ]
@oakenbranch doesn't move either. && perhaps that bothers azog more than anything. do something , say something , anything. it culminates in the two simply exchanging harsh looks ; the understanding that this time wont be like the last ( it can't. ) a heavily toothed maw cracks open && the orc lets out a deep , frustrated growl ― his brow furrowed && expression ... conflicted.
