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Lurgahk: Love is the Khajiit's Downfall


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Prologue - Lurgahk Gro-Vorguu, the Heart Racer
Part 1 - Brutality Within the Shadows
Part 2 - A Colorless Sky and a Wandering Bard
Part 3 - Pleasures of a Mad Woman
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Part 5 - Journey to Redemption
Part 6 - Newblood

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Love overshadows common sense.

Lurgahk Gro-Vorguu, the Heart Racer still sat in the same cave where he had awoken, many moons before. His back was propped up against the stone wall. Only a single night after he had awoken in this foul place, he had tried to escape. For some unknown reason, his captive had not tied his legs together, potentially a very serious mistake. Unfortunately, Faahlin had awoken from her slumber and had tackled Lurgahk onto the ground, yet despite her love for him, placed a knife to his throat, threatening that if he should ever move without her permission again, she would quickly carve into his flesh. Saying that the Heart Racer was terrified was an understatement. Never before had he seen a woman of such ferocity.

"How long has it been, my sweet?" Lurgahk spoke, a smile on his face, but longing in his eyes. The young Orsimer longed for life outside of his dreaded cave. He was never a fan of remaining in the same place for long, he thought it boring and idiotic. It was foolish to stay in one area, when there was so much in Tamriel to explore.

Faahlin stood in the center of the room, sporting particularly large smile. She put hands together and held them below her waist. The Kahjiit swayed from side to side in a flirtatious manner. She ran her fingers through her hair. "Oh, how your words can just melt my heart..." Faahlin let out a gleeful sigh. "You've been back for almost a full moon now, my little honeycomb."

Lurgahk nodded slowly, his eyes steadily closing, trying to escape from this nightmare. He'd barely fallen asleep when he felt Faahlin's fur rub against his green skin, and her lips pressed against his. Lurgahk quickly opened his eyes, surprised at how fast the cat woman had moved. Or had he fallen asleep for a few minutes? No matter, the interaction was still unpleasent. Faahlin had done this several times before and Lurgahk feared she would eventually go too far when it came to their "relationship".

The Orsimer had been trying to develop a plan to escape for weeks now, yet none seemed at all possible. Apparently, Faahlin had an entire stash of food, because she had yet to leave Lurgahk alone, and was always able to feed him tiny bits of chicken. He'd asked the Khajiit several times before to untie his arms, but she always became extremely angry whenever he questioned her.

She backed away slowly, looking into the Orsimer's eyes. "Morkoth, you're acting very strange...Is something wrong?" Lurgahk's eyes grew wide, in the weeks that he had been here, he finally learned the name of Faahlin's true lover. He opened his mouth to reassure her, but he could tell by her vague expression, that she was partaking in one of her silent pauses. Lurgahk was sure now that this was actually a trance that she would undergo, to try and block out any memories of whatever happened to Morkoth.

"Faahlin, something is wrong.." Lurgahk said slowly, trying to play off the most innocent expression and Orc could. Faahlin suddnenly snapped from her daze and looked at the Orsimer curiously. "Our lips have met several times, but I long to wrap my arms around you. I dream of brushing my hand against your furry cheek." He glanced down at the ropes that bound him to this cave, to this woman.

The woman frowned, a disapointed expression on her face. "But..Morkoth.." Her eyes began to grow wide again. It seemed as though these pauses were growing more and more frequent. Lurgahk's heart began to beat faster, hopeful for a chance of escape. He grew a smile. "It'll be fine, my little honeycomb. I just want to embrace you." Faahlin allowed a tiny grin.

"Very well."

The Khajiit turned, put her finger to her chin, and started peering around the cave. She finally spotted what she was looking for, and found a small cooking knife. She grabbed it and approached Lurgahk. Faahlin one by one, began to saw off the terrible ropes that had held him captive.

Finally the last bit of rope was sawed off and Lurgahk stood up, face to face with the woman. A suspicious grin was plastered onto the Orc's face. He quickly ran to Faahlin and hugged her. She gasped, and let out a deep sigh of content. The knife dropped to the ground behind her. They stood there in that cave, hugging for only a few seconds until the Khajiit spoke.

"Oh my...Morkoth, your heart is beating very quickly." Faahlin said in a curious tone.

Lurgahk only grinned, "I know."

Suddenly Lurgahk's hands moved fast towards the woman's head, and she fell limp to the ground with a thud.

The Orsimer spit on the woman's corpse, and then began to simply look at its mangled neck. He shivered. "I have to leave now, my little honeycomb."

...

He made his way through the carved passageway to his left, sure enough that eery blue glow was indeed what he feared so many moons ago, Glowing Mushrooms. He hugged the opposite wall as he made his way towards the exit of the cave. Despite his efforts, the Orsimer sneezed. "Damn mushrooms..."

Just after he had passed the mushrooms, he could see a the light of the sun shining on green, beautiful grass only a few yards ahead of him. The Lurgahk cheered with glee and ran towards the beacon of hope.

Finally, he placed his foot onto the dirt. Oh, how he had missed the wonderful, muddy soil.

He appeared to be on a mountain range, partially covered in snow with tiny flecks of grass sticking out. There was a small pathway in front of him, leading from west to east. To his left, he could see nothing but fog. To his right, he could barely make out the appearance of what seemed to be a particularly large Orsimer Stronghold.

The young Orsimer grinned. Today, the Heart Racer had no weapons, and had no intent of murdering its residents. To even attempt would be suicidal at this point. Lurgahk was weak, near-starving, and exhausted. The Orc began placing one foot in front of the other, slowly making his way to the Stronghold in which he would seek refuge.
This post was last modified: February 22nd 2014, 12:34 AM by Lurgahk



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