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Bula had returned again from one of her sabbaths that she took. She missed her family--her mother especially. But there was more to her return than that. She came bearing a warning that she had not yet told anyone. Grabbing one of the sticks near the campfire, she nudged the embers and rekindled the flame. Then she sat down before it on a gnarled, rough looking bench. Her single eye roamed the camp, wondering if her mother was in her tent or not. Maybe she'd feel her, she didn't know.
A soft sigh left the orc, an emotion not usually displayed by the toughened shaman. Her nostrils flared as she followed that up with a huff. Bula continued to play idly with the fire, knowing she should go to her mother's tent, but not yet ready to bring the news to her. She'd left with a scouting group that disappeared, and she bore new wounds that were clear: her side has been deeply cut and blood ran from one of her ears, a slow trickle now that it was clotting. It hurt like hell, though. If someone came to her, they'd see that her right ear had been cut from her head.
It seemed like Bula always found trouble. But she was tough and could handle it. Anything to please her mother, she would do. She tried to distract herself, and noting that the fire was low, she decided to add more would to it. Getting up, she went to fetch the timber from a nearby stock pile and dropped it into the flames of the campfire loudly. Maybe that would wake someone up.
Again, she sniffed the air, as if expecting something. Bula felt the pang in her chest of deep anxiety, and when someone finally noticed she was there, she'd be found rocking back and forth, hand on her ear. She could feel her pain here: it was safe, she was home. But home... Home could be in danger, and that truly scared the young orc.
Mabess
A soft sigh left the orc, an emotion not usually displayed by the toughened shaman. Her nostrils flared as she followed that up with a huff. Bula continued to play idly with the fire, knowing she should go to her mother's tent, but not yet ready to bring the news to her. She'd left with a scouting group that disappeared, and she bore new wounds that were clear: her side has been deeply cut and blood ran from one of her ears, a slow trickle now that it was clotting. It hurt like hell, though. If someone came to her, they'd see that her right ear had been cut from her head.
It seemed like Bula always found trouble. But she was tough and could handle it. Anything to please her mother, she would do. She tried to distract herself, and noting that the fire was low, she decided to add more would to it. Getting up, she went to fetch the timber from a nearby stock pile and dropped it into the flames of the campfire loudly. Maybe that would wake someone up.
Again, she sniffed the air, as if expecting something. Bula felt the pang in her chest of deep anxiety, and when someone finally noticed she was there, she'd be found rocking back and forth, hand on her ear. She could feel her pain here: it was safe, she was home. But home... Home could be in danger, and that truly scared the young orc.
Mabess