Another War
He hated war, he had hated it ever since he had left his woods and found how it tore across the world while he had lived in ignorance and solitude. Now he was here, fighting another war so soon after the last, but this time it was against the men and women heâd fought shoulder to shoulder with on Argus. The Horde had always been known as an ally to him, theyâd aided the Alliance in fighting a God and his armies, and here they were, slaughtering each other for the lifeblood of the very earth they stood upon. It had taken the loss of his brother Calel and the Blighting of several of his own troops to steel himself towards the horde, they had shown their unwillingness to simply live on Azeroth in peace, and so there would be none. The battle had been savage from the beginning, old hatreds seemed to thrive as enemies from an age ago reignited the spark of anger and tore into each other like old times. He frowned as he brought his ax down on a young orc, wondering if this was his first time fighting the opposite faction. He shook his head and looked up from the corpse, preparing to fight the much older looking orc in front of him when out of the corner of his eye he saw his father go down under an orc. Anger rose up inside of him, all hesitation in killing the horde burned away as his father screamed. He turned on his heel, intending to charge over and aid his father when he realized his mistake. With a glance towards the orc in front of him. He sighed just as the orcâs ax was buried into the metal of his helm. He crumpled to the ground, darkness taking him almost immediately. @gareththeknight @sunset-sword @caeliam @thecyanbladesman















