Bloodlust

The Fel Orc glared around at the surrounding forest, his glowing red eyes gleaming through the darkness of the night. He could see tiny animals skittering for cover, and great moths beating their giant wings between the trees. He and his troop had come here, escorting the Firewing Emissary back to her race's home in these woods, from the Fel Orcs own stronghold in the Bonechewer Ruins. The corrupt orc didn't like this alliance. The blood elves always gave him the creeps, with their glowing green eyes and disturbingly talented pwoer over the arcane. The orc shivered suddenly. Something was wrong.

((Not finished yet - to be continued))