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Niluial · 04-02-2003, 12:03 PM

Georeliela stood in the muddy ground miserable, exhausted, filthy and sad. She was normally the kind of woman who spent hours in front of the mirror making sure her makeup looked good and that her hair was neat and well groomed. I would say in other words she was a perfectionist! Now look at her standing in the mud with dirty feet, her hair was dirty and no longer looked blonde but looked more ash blonde. She had no smile on her face her beautiful lips were straight and she was fed up.

She heard Pirk and the other orcs fighting about whether they were going to eat them or not. She wasn’t scared but she was angry and filled with hate towards Pirk, Muarwurz and all those hideous orcs. As they were fighting over Emilia and her she felt like an object, no longer a live thing but something that belonged to someone! She would not let them touch Emilia or her. She knew she would, make it out of this mess, alive and healthy, that’s what her husband would have wanted! She needed to be strong.

Pirk looked at her and Emilia with a smile on his face. He touched Georeliela but she bit him. He was angry, his face was red and he was in pain. “Dog she is! Dog! Just take her away, put her in a cage where all dogs belong!” he screamed! So they dragged Emilia and Georeliela away, but she looked at Muarwurz. He looked at her with a evil glare and shouted “stop”, Pirk looked at him. “As juicy as they look we need to do something ells with them instead of eating them until the final decision is made! We should take all prisoners to a camp where we hold them captive. We will feed them not much though and give them a blanket and a floor to sleep on!” Muarwurz said, Pirk looked at him with an angry face but he could maybe think about this idea so he stood there with a face that showed he was deep in thought * it could be fun, we could feed them very little, make them suffer, hurt them and show everyone that they must beware of us * Pirk thought in his Evil mind.

[ April 02, 2003: Message edited by: Niluial ]

[ April 03, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

04-02-2003, 12:03 PM	#11
Niluial Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: In the darkness of white Posts: 601	Georeliela stood in the muddy ground miserable, exhausted, filthy and sad. She was normally the kind of woman who spent hours in front of the mirror making sure her makeup looked good and that her hair was neat and well groomed. I would say in other words she was a perfectionist! Now look at her standing in the mud with dirty feet, her hair was dirty and no longer looked blonde but looked more ash blonde. She had no smile on her face her beautiful lips were straight and she was fed up. She heard Pirk and the other orcs fighting about whether they were going to eat them or not. She wasn’t scared but she was angry and filled with hate towards Pirk, Muarwurz and all those hideous orcs. As they were fighting over Emilia and her she felt like an object, no longer a live thing but something that belonged to someone! She would not let them touch Emilia or her. She knew she would, make it out of this mess, alive and healthy, that’s what her husband would have wanted! She needed to be strong. Pirk looked at her and Emilia with a smile on his face. He touched Georeliela but she bit him. He was angry, his face was red and he was in pain. “Dog she is! Dog! Just take her away, put her in a cage where all dogs belong!” he screamed! So they dragged Emilia and Georeliela away, but she looked at Muarwurz. He looked at her with a evil glare and shouted “stop”, Pirk looked at him. “As juicy as they look we need to do something ells with them instead of eating them until the final decision is made! We should take all prisoners to a camp where we hold them captive. We will feed them not much though and give them a blanket and a floor to sleep on!” Muarwurz said, Pirk looked at him with an angry face but he could maybe think about this idea so he stood there with a face that showed he was deep in thought * it could be fun, we could feed them very little, make them suffer, hurt them and show everyone that they must beware of us * Pirk thought in his Evil mind. [ April 02, 2003: Message edited by: Niluial ] [ April 03, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Life is not about how many breaths you take but about how many times it leaves you breathless. My rants, moans and groans in other words my Blog My Magical Site