Recent content by Urosh

He did not move where he knelt on the ground. All around him seemed ash and bones. He felt her fingers on his shoulder. The urge to shrug them away came and went. He did nothing, just sat there. "No," the orc grunted. Shoulders hunched forward, he felt as though the weight of a mountain...

Urosh said nothing, only grunting noncommittally at her words as he picked up his weapons again. A scowl darkened his features. She made her choice. Why seek to change it? Besides which, he should not have asked this of a captive. It did not seem right. And now he felt a tightness in his gut of...

What would her gold buy him except a life of extravagance, with every moment spent trying to defend what he’d purchased from those who would seek to take it from him for their own? “I wish for it,” he grunted, “but I wish for you more. You and your fire hair, Aurora. What is the worth of a...

“It is,” he scowled. Why did she speak in such double tongues? “If you want to do a thing, then you see it done. What else is there?” He looked down into her frightened features, her hair clinging to her face in wet strands of auburn. Her hand felt gentle on his cheek, but it was only a...

“Then…” Urosh rumbled, the word drawing out and nearly drowned in the roaring fall, “I will not give you back.” His band would not allow for this. They had need of coin. They would not welcome her. But Urosh had ever been headstrong. He would do as he desired. “I will keep you.” His nostrils...

The half-orc’s hands dropped away and he made no move toward her. She said she did not fear him, yet he could see it written into the skin of her face, the fright in her eyes, the way she held herself, and the tremor in her words. He was right. She was a beaten warg cub, who trembled at a raised...

He could feel her tremble in his grip. He knew it was not from the chill of the water. No. She shook like a frightened animal. And as she shook, he knew he had been right. Her words stabbed into him like an arrow. His wife? His wife. “You said nothing of a husband,” he growled. Aurora was...

Her hand was warm against his jaw. Ah. How cruel the gods were. But her words gnawed at his mind like a hungry wolf. She said whether she wished to or not and had a sad look to her, like a beaten warg cub. He was reminded of the scars on her back, so strange for a noble woman who had not seen...

His shoulders slumped and he nodded curtly. "I understand." He was the one who had slaughtered the people she had traveled with and her southlander ways would not permit it, even if he was a conquering chieftain. Fine. He should not have been so careless with his hostage. All manner might...

When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he no longer pretended to hold back. His calloused and battle-scarred hands gripped her tightly, careful of the wound on her back, but moving across her with a strong and knowing grip that showed he was no stranger to this. He wanted more. This much...

The waterfall roared in his ears. As did his blood. Her skin felt warm beneath his touch, chilled only by the scrap of soaked through fabric that stood between calloused palm and bare flesh. Her free hand rested atop his own and this too was warm. And showed she did not shy from him like a...

He took her hand with his and plunged both into the roaring surface of the falls. The torrent beat against their skin, an almighty force that jerked their arms downward, but Urosh pressed them further until they stood with hands beneath the falls. At last he pulled back, watching her with her...

The snippets of her laughter heard through the din of the waterfall came as the sweet sound of a songbird and he wondered at those notes. He enjoyed them. He enjoyed the way she grinned now too, her smile wide and joyous. Urosh wondered what made her smile so broadly, laugh so loudly. Perhaps...

“Why is shit holy?” Urosh frowned. Southlanders. Shaking his head, the half-orc left her gaping in amazement and made his way toward the pool of water beneath the falls. He tossed down his javelins, bow, and quiver. The rest of his gear followed. As did his clothes. All of them. “We bathe...

“Waterfall,” he grunted. She truly knew nothing of the woodlands or the mountains. She might not even know what it was. “You have seen one before?” He frowned. The idea seemed silly, but then he had met some desert dwellers who knew nothing of the deep snow or the waterfalls or the lakes and...