Gurfang - Blood hunger

((I couldn't find the story I wrote on the SSL forum, but here's one that I wrote about this char before he got translated to WoW. Gurfang on WoW is a prototype for Gurfang in WAR, so feel free to take "wood elf" and substitute "Night Elf" or "High Elf". Also, while the Gurfang of WAR seems to have a bit of a liking for an elf's appearance, the Gurfang in WoW is purely about killing them in as much pain as possible.))

Gurfang wandered around the forests at dusk, his eyes getting gradually better in the decreasing light. As he wandered he would casually swing his huge axe at a branch or bush to his side, the crack of breaking and shattering wood causing the odd cackle from the orc.

Suddenly he stopped and sniffed the air. There was a faint fruity smell on the air. And as he sniffed he heard, in the distance, the sound of a female voice deeper in the woods.

Though normally he would keep out of the land that the Elves normally guarded he was intrigued by what was making the sound, even though the smell was rather repulsive. So he made sure his axe was strapped between his 2 daggers, behind his wooden shield on his back, he made his way as quietly as he could towards the sound.

Very soon he found the creator of the sound: a female wood elf singing and dancing amongst the trees. Normally an orc would expect to be heard long before he got anywhere near a wood elf, but this elf maiden appeared to be too caught up in her own song that she only noticed Gurfang when she turned and twisted around a tree to find him right in front of her.

"Allo!"

With lightning speed (for an orc) Gurfang grabbed the wrists of the now terrified elf in one huge hand whilst the other went straight to her mouth, stifling a scream that was about to echo throughout the forest.

Then, pinning the elf against the tree, Gurfang pondered his situation.
"Well, well, well, wot az we 'ere den? Pritty li'le fing like you all alone in duh woods and no one to chase me off! I've alwayz fought wot you wimin elfies were like but only ever killed yer elf menz!"

With that he drew her head away from the tree and then brought it firmly against the tree, knocking the elf unconcious.

Then Gurfang dropped her body to the floor, grabbed a handful of hair and then started dragging her along as he made his way back to his own little camp at the edge of the woods.

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When he got there he found an old, dirty rag and wrapped it around her mouth, tying it behind her head. Then he got a piece of rope and tied her, sitting with her back to a tree, to make sure she couldn't escape.

As it started to get a bit colder, Gurfang started to prepare a fire. However he could only find slightly damp wood on the ground around him, none of which would work well to kindle.

Suddenly, Gurfang looked at the elf, lying against the tree, and he had an idea. Taking out one of his daggers he strode towards the elf. Just as he neared her a muffled wailing came from her as she opened her eyes in horror at what she thought was about to happen to her. Her head rocked from side to side and in a vain attempt to escape.

"Kwit movin'!" Gurfang shouted as he tried to grab her. Finally, losing patience, he slapped her hard with the back of his hand, at which point she stopped moving for a moment. Gurfang then grabbed a handful of hair and brought his knife back out. The elf screamed again, but Gurfang pulled the hair so that she could do nothing to resist. Then he started to saw away at her hair, until all that he had in his hand came away.

Grinning to himself he took the hair and placed it by a couple of sticks. Then he took the sticks and started to rub them together. All of a sudden the hair caught aflame and Gurfang placed more sticks on top of the fire. Then, feeling very pleased with himself, Gurfang went back over to the elf maiden and sat near her, looking intently at her. She returned the look with horror in her eyes, clearly in fear of what might next befall her.

"You pritty fing, me likes pritty fings!" Gurfang told her, after a while. Then he moved closer and started to sniff her. He sniffed her feet, her legs, her body and then moved up to her arms and finally her head and hair.
"You no smell gud vo," he said. "Me make you smell nice an' den you be happy!"

So he went back to his collection of things he had in a tatty old bag. Getting out a scented liquid made from crushed slugs and stale swamp water he returned to her and wafted the cracked bottle under her nose. The elf wrinkled her nose as she smelled the fetid aroma and looked at Gurfang pleadingly. But Gurfang was in a world of his own as he then proceeded to pour the liquid over the elf's hair and then all over the rest of her.
After emptying the bottle over her he sat back down next to her and looked at her again.

"Der! Youz smellin' reeeel naahs nah!" he said. The elf maiden gave him a quizzical look at this.

"Me finks you iz booteefull! Me wantss ter keep yoo!"

The elf maid's eyes widened in horror as the situation finally dawned on her.

Gurfang brought his face right next to the elf maiden's face. She turned her face away, but Gurfang just moved closer until she could not get away. Sniffing for a few second, he then licked the side of her face with his wart covered, sticky tongue.

"Mmmmm, taste gud too!" he said with appreciation as he proceeded to lick the other side of her face.

The elf could do nothing but squirm as the orc slobbered all over her face. Finally he sat back down, grinning from ear to ear.

"Me fink yooz nars so me iz guna untize you and we is gunna be togeva foreva!" Gurfang said, getting up and going to the knot behind the tree and untying it. As the ropes loosened around the elf, Gurfang held the elf tenderly by her hair and pulled her next to him. Then he licked her forehead.

This, it seems, was too much for the elf and her hands, free for the first time since she had been caught, went straight for Gurfang's eyes, her nails raking down his face and bringing blood oozing out of the scars she made.

Gurfang reacted immediately by throwing the maiden away from him by her hair and then putting his hands to his face, crying out in pain. But as the blood dripped down to his mouth he tasted something new and his eyes lit up with an evil flicker.

"Me no like you anymore!" he said as he turned to where the elf had fallen. Dazed from her fall, she groggily tried to get to her feet. But even as she tried to turn and run, Gurfang was next to her and the next thing she felt was a fist on her chin, at which she collapsed to the floor. She tried to get up again, the adrenaline in her system giving her a little strength to try and escape. But as she got to her hands and knees a metal capped boot hit her in the stomach and she collapsed again, gagging for air.

Gurfang then picked her up by her left wrist and tied it with rope before throwing the other end over a branch of a nearby tree. Then he took the other end of the rope and tied it to her right wrist and let her dangle by her wrists, he mouth still gagged from before. Gurfang then got out both his daggers. With one he placed the blade in the fire and the other he took back over to the now bloody and bruised elf maiden. Taking hold of the thin fabric of clothing she was wearing he sliced it all the way up the front until it fell apart in the middle, exposing most of her body and her undergarments to the air. Then, pulling hard, he caused the shoulder straps of the ripped dress to snap, leaving harsh red burn marks on her shoulders. And there she hung, a near naked elf maiden at the mercy of the crazed orc.

As Gurfang stared at the sight of flesh a red glow appeared in his eyes and he started to drool and lick his lips repeatedly. He then walked back to his fire and grabbed a bag that was to the side of it. Opening it, he pulled out a jagged scimitar, walked back to the strung up elf and placed it on the floor. Then he placed the dagger he had torn the clothes with on the floor alongside the scimitar. Gurfang returned to the bag by the fire and pulled out a rough stone and walked back to his blades. Then he picked up his dagger and started to sharpen it.

At this, the elf maiden started screaming, the noise muffled well by the rag in her mouth. Gurfang then stopped sharpening his blade, dropped the rock to the floor and walked towards her. Placing his dagger in his belt he grabbed the elf's right ankle and proceeded to lick her calf.

The elf could take no more of the humiliation and reacted. Gurfang felt a solid force striking the side of his head. He stumbled and fell to one knee, but rather than put him off the red glow in his eyes shined all the brighter. Then, quicker than one would imagine an orc could move, he jumped straight back to the elf and grabbed both her ankles. Then, with a sadistic gurgle he bit right into the elf maiden's right calf. The elf swooned at the pain but was quickly brought back to consciousness when Gurfang proceeded to rip both flesh and muscle with his teeth and proceeded to chew on the piece of elf in his mouth. The blood in his mouth tasted good and spurred him on to get some more. Hurrying back to the fire, he picked up the dagger he had placed in the flames, now red hot from the fire, and then returned to the elf and picked up his scimitar. He placed the handle of the dagger in his mouth, grabbed the elf's leg jut below the knee and proceeded to saw away just below the hip. He made quick progress until he reached the bone. So, after sawing all around the bone, he dropped his scimitar, lifted the leg to be horizontal at the hip and then proceeded to bring his hand forcefully down on the visible bone.

After about four attempts there was a cracking sound and the elf moaned again in agony and passed out from the pain. Gurfang then twisted the leg, to the sound of a splintering sound, before giving it a sharp pull. The leg came off in his hand. Immediately dropping the leg he took the dagger out of his mouth and placed the still hot blade on the stump left below the elf's right hip. With a hissing sound the bleeding stopped and the skin appeared to shrivel a little as the wound was cauterized. He then placed the blade back in the fire.

As soon as he was sure that his victim was not going to die of blood loss, Gurfang dived on the leg on the floor, ripping flesh from what had only recently been part of the once beautiful and now very bloody elven maiden. Stripping all the meat off the bone with his hands and teeth, the sadistic orc gorged himself on the fresh meat.

Once all the meat was gone from the leg, Gurfang looked back up at his prisoner/meal and went immediately to the left leg and proceeded to do the same as he had on the right leg. Again he made sure that the blood loss was minimal and also that the elf was awake at the time he started to saw the leg off.

Yet even when this was over and all the meat was gone he was still not satisfied! Grabbing the rope that tied the elf to the branch, he took one swing with his scimitar and the rope was broken. Dropping the rope, the elf collapsed on the floor. But, despite the obvious pain, she started to crawl with her arms, ever so slowly away from Gurfang. Gurfang chuckled to himself and then jumped on the elf, landing squarely on her back. Grabbing her right arm from under her and holding it just above the elbow he proceeded to pull it until a popping sound was heard and yet another muffled wail came from the elf. Taking his dagger from his belt he then sliced away at the skin surrounding the shoulder joint until finally the arm came away from the body.

After placing the dagger back in his belt, keeping hold of the now disconnected arm and grabbing the one remaining elven limb, the left arm, Gurfang pulled the elf over to the fire where again he put his red hot dagger blade against the elf's skin and cauterized the bleeding shoulder. He then sat down next to the unconscious elf and started eating the meat from the arm.

When he was done he felt satisfied for food, but still felt to blood-lust that had led to his actions with the elf maiden. Grabbing her left arm again he tied his rope around the wrist. Then, climbing the nearest tree, he tied the rope to a branch so that her body dangled at the same height as his. Jumping down he took out his dagger from his belt once again and grinned. He then slapped the elf's face harshly until she eventually came to.

"Me guna make diss 'urt a lot!" he said. "You fink you iz too gud fuh mee? You fink you iz so speshul? Me fink you iz tasty on dee outside and me now gunna find out how tasty you iz on duh inside!" And as the elf's eyes widened, Gurfang took his dagger blade and placed the tip of the blade at the elf's navel and pushed it in slowly until drew blood. He then pushed upwards until he reached her sternum. Then, slicing first to the left and then to the right, he proceeded to open her up below her chest, her blood soaked undergarments just above and below the new hole in her abdomen. Then he did the same at the navel, before pushing the skin to the side and looking inside the elf.

After admiring his handiwork, Gurfang set about his gruesome task with delight. First he pulled at the intestines of the elf and made them fall out and remain dangled from her body. He then went for his prize, putting his right hand inside the elf again and moving it up until he felt her diaphragm. Taking a hold he ripped it out, causing an audible gasp through the gag still in the elf's mouth. Gurfang removed the gag with his left hand and the elf spluttered and coughed blood weakly. Returning to his goal, Gurfang moved his hand past where the diaphragm had been and felt lungs. The elf was barely breathing by now, the inability to move her ribs was causing a blue hint to appear on her remaining skin.

"phu...phu..phuleesh..." she slurred, as Gurfang finally found what he was looking for, her heart.

"Arrh, der we az it! Du beetin' 'art! Well, az you didn' wanna giv me it befor me iz guna takes it nah!" And with that, and a whipered scream from the elf, he ripped the heart from the chest. The elf went limp and blood gushed from the whole in her abdomen. Gurfang stared at the heart for a moment and then shoved it into his mouth, whole.

Gurfang then picked up his daggers and placed them in the sheaths on his back, either side of his axe. Then he took his scimitar and returned it to his bag, removed a metal spike, placing it in his belt and then closed the bag. Gurfang then brought out his axe and went to a small tree and hacked it down. The tree was strong, about 2 inches in diameter and about three meters tall. He then stripped it of it's branches and hacked off the upper meter of the tree. He then hacked away at the 2 meter stave until it had two very sharp, pointed ends. Standing up he then rammed one end of the tree into the ground, making sure that it was firmly in place. Then, grabbing a handful of now lifeless hair, Gurfang pulled the elven corpse over to the huge stake sticking out of the ground. Placing her on the ground he picked up his axe again and took a huge swing at her head, cleaving off the very top and revealing what had recently been a living brain. Pulling it out, he then lifted the corpse up and placed it down over the stake, watching as the stake went through the hole he had made in her abdomen. As he guided the body gradually down he licked some of the now drying blood from the body. Finally he made sure that the stake came out of the elf's mouth and, taking the metal spike from his belt, drove the spike through the neck of the corpse so that it was jammed in the stake and kept the body from slipping.

Gurfang took out one of his daggers again and cut off both the ears from the elf's blood-covered head, placing them in a leather purse he had tied to his belt. He then walked over to the fire and brought out a flaming brand and walked back to the corpse. Pointing the brand at the intestine draped near the floor he lit the corpse. Then, again using his dagger, he gouged a message in big letters in the ground before the body as it quickly caught light. The message was very simple, "For duh elfeez"

He then picked up his bag and the brain he had placed on the floor and set off, in the last direction he had seen his Waaaagh walking, eating and chuckling as he marched.