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<blockquote data-quote="SilverFoxKnows" data-source="post: 2369580" data-attributes="member: 33593">returning to the story&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marak collapsed to his hands and knees, exhausted. He didn’t recognize the face reflected in the spreading pool of blood. It was bestial, with the snout of a war dog and the tusks of a wild boar. Was it his? He didn’t remember. Just as he didn’t recall dismembering the Goblins that lay around the cave in unnatural poses. The smell of blood made it hard to think. He lifted a hand to wipe the blood out of his eyes. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “What happened to my hands?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; His strong fingers now ended in wicked talons. Pieces of flesh and hair were stuck to them with crimson glue. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Where am I?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “You’re in Malar’s den”.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Marak sprung to his feet but his legs felt weak. In the gloom of the cave his Orcish eyes found the stranger and he let out a snarl. The Malarite spoke Orcish but he was no Orc. Nor was he exactly Human. He reminded Marak of a wolf, thin waisted with a powerful chest and amber eyes that didn’t miss a thing. His shaggy hair looked more like fur and his canines were enlarged enough to be called fangs. He wore the shape of a Man but he was Beast in his heart. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “Who are you? What do you want?”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; “I am Huntmaster Demoro. I’m the one who bestowed Malar’s gift to you. How do you feel?”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="SilverFoxKnows, post: 2369580, member: 33593"] [b]returning to the story[/b] [size=3][font=Times New Roman][color=#000000] [/color][color=red]Marak collapsed to his hands and knees, exhausted. He didn’t recognize the face reflected in the spreading pool of blood. It was bestial, with the snout of a war dog and the tusks of a wild boar. Was it his? He didn’t remember. Just as he didn’t recall dismembering the Goblins that lay around the cave in unnatural poses. The smell of blood made it hard to think. He lifted a hand to wipe the blood out of his eyes. [/color][/font][/size] [color=red][size=3][font=Times New Roman] “What happened to my hands?”[/font][/size][/color] [color=red][size=3][font=Times New Roman] His strong fingers now ended in wicked talons. Pieces of flesh and hair were stuck to them with crimson glue. [/font][/size][/color] [color=red][size=3][font=Times New Roman] “Where am I?”[/font][/size][/color] [color=red][size=3][font=Times New Roman] “You’re in Malar’s den”.[/font][/size][/color] [color=red][size=3][font=Times New Roman] Marak sprung to his feet but his legs felt weak. In the gloom of the cave his Orcish eyes found the stranger and he let out a snarl. The Malarite spoke Orcish but he was no Orc. Nor was he exactly Human. He reminded Marak of a wolf, thin waisted with a powerful chest and amber eyes that didn’t miss a thing. His shaggy hair looked more like fur and his canines were enlarged enough to be called fangs. He wore the shape of a Man but he was Beast in his heart. [/font][/size][/color] [color=red][size=3][font=Times New Roman] “Who are you? What do you want?”[/font][/size][/color] [color=red][size=3][font=Times New Roman] “I am Huntmaster Demoro. I’m the one who bestowed Malar’s gift to you. How do you feel?”[/font][/size][/color] [/QUOTE]

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