"Don't be waking me again tonight lass. Once your out there your out for the night, no getting scared of the dark and coming back here." he growled as she rode by him. "Trust me the dark doesn't scare me." she said softly. Once they were past the gate Arnial leaned forward and tapped her heals into his side. Shade asian let out a loud scream like neigh and leapt into a ful gallop, the dwarf yelled something she was sure was rude after them as they began to tear across the stone bridge to open ground. Once they were off the bridge Shade started to naturally turn towards the mirkwood heading for home exotic pastures that he was familiar with. Arnial hated to disappoint him but she pulled the reins to where she would be skirting slowly away from the wood before they were even close yet. She didn't intend to go back to the woods, she would head to the border where they were fighting with Hairy the orcs. She knew the packs grew bolder each day and were slowly trying to get a grip on the wood which would allow them to slowly spread to the city of Dale, they would also be able to lay seige to the mountain. Arnial didn't want to return to the elves homeland so that she could marry an elf noble that had never seen combat, she wanted to return to the front where they kept the orcs at bay. Unseen in the treeline as Arnial rode onwards was a lone orc scout riding a warg. The orc's body was covered in scars and nasty boils that oozed black sldge from them, it's eyes were a pasty grey color that looked to be filled with cataracts. The orc was six foot tall, one ear was missing from it's head which was slightly egg shaped, it's face was flat as if smooshed, and it's skin color was dark almost black. It leaned forward on it's warg which growled slightly, he saw the moment the elf knew she wasn't alone. Her horse stopped suddenly jerking her in the saddle with a jolt as she was slung back into the saddle, her eyes turning to scan the treeline. The orc shifted on the warg's back and leaned forwad his lips parting his thin tongue going over his lips. Orcs were believed to be corrupted elves that had been taken japanese from their homes, bodies and minds twisted by torture. They were evil creatures now that lived to inflict pain on others, like pain had been inflicted on their ancestors. This orc was not sure he believed they were descended from elves but he was tired of the ill breed orc women from their homeland. Orc females were just as hideous as the males if not more so, with the constant use for them being only to breed new soldiers often bloodlines were mixed within the same family. Causing each imp born to be uglier, more deformed, and in some cases still born. These women barely could think for themselves beyond breeding and giving birth to the next pack of orcs. It was uncommon for it to happen but sometimes the orcs could catch human or elf women unguarded by their males. In these cases they had taken them back to the homelands where they joined the breeding pack of females, the young from them were stronger and more ferocious in combat. This elf was a warrior and he had seen her on many occassions out in the field leading a number or elves against them as they tried to get into the wood. He had never had the pleasure of coming up against her himself but he had seen many of the others fall at her hands. He watched her pull heer sword from her sheath, even from here it was glowing blue in the darkness. She turned the horse at an angle and scanned the treeline slowly. The warg shifted under him and took a step forward slowly it's ear pulling back as it let out a snarl, the orc grabbed the scruff roughly stopping it from going further. But it had been enough for the elf to pinpoint where they were concealed in the foliage. 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She was trying to reach out though, I didn't know if she was really sincere, she sounded damn close. I know one phonesex girl whose website says asian she’s twenty-four. The glimpse japanese of her innocent pink between her legs before she straightened fully, bare and smooth. They’ll be able to admire how toned I am, driving more imaginations to cruelty. I stared into her purple eyes and moaned, “You can tell me your name.”