#Mar as a halforc has just a very good nose *shrugs*

[halforc-mercenary]

regress

Send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child.        

Over their heads circled three birds, black and thin against the  red dusk like drawn with a colepiece on red stone. The dawn melted with the copper colored cliffs of the stonetalon mountains around them and wrapped the small group of Dragonhunters in a bloody red veil. Although Margvis, who was sitting infront of Andrusch in the saddle on the pommel (very uncomfortable, but better than walking beside Andruschs black pony), was not sure why the group was calling themself Dragonhunters, when they were in her eyes nothing but simple bounty Hunters with dirty wording, even dirtier clothes and  even more dirty Weapons. If they were Dragonhunters, then they were not good ones because the Dragons would be able to smell them ten miles against the wind, at least Mar had been able to do that when Andrusch and her had met the group three days ago on the street from the Dustwallow Marsh into the Barrens.

For already a few weeks a black Dragon had been stealing the sheep of a Goblinshepherd, who was living in the Stonetalon mountains with his family, and while it was normal that sheep were victims of carnivores, the black Dragon had a bigger stomach than the manbig spiders lurking between the cliffs and meager pinetrees, so after the few weeks the Goblins herd had become very, very small.That had been the moment the Goblinshepherd had put a Kodo before his cart and had travled to Ratchet, where he had found the group of Dragonhunters or, in Margvis opinion, smelled their track. Half a year ago the Halforc had been helping the Healers patching back together the Soldiers at Mount Hyjal, while outside of the Healers tent the sky was bright and green like burning in felflames, now she was following a dwarf, a humanwoman, a Troll and a Goblinshepherd, who were calling themself Dragonhunters. If the girl would have had already followed a Soldiers career instead of beeing still a apprentice, she would have called the recent development a downfall.“Why again are we accompanying those idiots?”, Margvis asked and looked up to  Andruschs face, that was riven by pockmarks like by acid.“As a lesson. You can not always chose your companions-” The Halforc huffed, flicking a orcish ear in annoyance, “- also I am curious, Mar. I have never seen a black Dragon.”The man thoughtfully  scratched his jaw, where the scars had disturbed his bright beard from growing: “Red Dragons, yes. But not black ones.”Margvis knew that Andrusch was a young man (although for her all adults seemed old), but he was still old enough to have fought the Dragonmaw Orcs, riding the red Dragonqueens brood into battle. Although Andrusch would never say infront of Margvis that he had fought- killed!- Orcs. Before them the shepherds cart came to a halt and the Kodo gave a long low that made a few small stones roll down the mountains beside them.

“We take a break here!” said the humanwoman, who was sitting with the other Dragonhunters on the carts storage place: “Andrusch! Why don´t you send your greenling-servant to get some water for us?”“I am his squire, blockhead.”, Margvis answered, quick like a shot. A nervouse muscle twitched in the womans face and promptly she jumped off the cart, stomping over to  Andruschs pony: “What did you just call me, brat?!””Do you want me to repeat myself or should I write it out for you? Although I doubt you are literate enough to read it.”, the girl grunted unfazed, she had fought and defeated taller opponents than this woman and even though the human was armed to the teeth, Margvis knew she herself was a very good  fighter, even with only the small onehand axe hanging from her belt.Snarling, the humanwoman rose a hand, ready to hit the young girl. The second the woman had rose her hand, a metallic glint stitched in her eye like a silverneedle. The dull eveninglight refracted on the hilt of Andruschs sword, a sword that had before been hidden under his heavy woolcloak  and was now clearly visible just at the pockmarked mans gloved hand on the hilt of the sword was clearly visible. With a grunt the woman let her hand sink down, not without giving the short girl a glare that was as freidnly and warm as a iceberg swimming before Northrends coast. Margvis sticked out her tounge after the woman, but only from out of the shadow the hood of her Gugel was drowning her small face in.Punitively Andrusch pinched the Halforcs freckled cheek, although she could hear him chuckle: “I think there is a small creek down the hill, Mar. Be a darling and refill the waterhoses, please.”The man grabbed her around the waist and lifted the girl off the pony as easy as if she was a doll, before he himself unsaddled. “Only because you said please.”, the Halforc grumbled, while moving  her legs back and for in a try to stop the annyoing prickle in them that had grown stronger with every passing hour on the back of the mount. The girl took the empty waterhoses from the Dragnhunters (not tiered of flashing a pretentious grin at the humanwoman)  and Andrusch- four in number- before she  walked down the side of the high trail, inside the pineforest.

The darkness hanging between the meager trees swallowed her like an eager mouth.

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