Her old owners had been tracking her for weeks now after she had escaped the prison she knew as her life and now she was on the defensive side lately towards anyone that even dared to look upon her. They had followed her to as far as Riban and here she was trying to find shelter so she could rest and not have to fight anymore. It was the middle of the night and the moon was full. She picked to be in her werewolf form tonight as she scanned the area setting up traps as she went in the woods incase anyone tried to follow her. She wanted to rest and she'll be damned if they was hot on her trail again. She had already tore the throats out of ten men earlier in the day and despite the bloodshed she was still starving.Never having a moments peace to even eat. Her ears twitched to movement nearby and she bared her fangs slightly as she slipped further into darkness in the forest picking a well brushed spot to crouch down in as she began to scan the area.Rechecking where she placed the traps so she wouldn't trap herself."Come on you bastards"She snarled out loud as her eyes moved from left to right to try to pick up any movement nearby. Her stomach growled slightly with the need to feed and the heavy strain of her tiredness showed well,but she was well driven to be free so theses things didn't seem to bother her that much.
She had come far, indeed. Ruuksta wasn't sure where exactly she was, having fled blindly from a group of men way earlier in the day. Normally the ogress would have fought them, but the past week had been incredibly challenging, and she could only liken the experience to that one fateful day and the weeks that proceeded.
All that aside, Ruuksta had a bigger problem. She was lost in a dense woodland, operating on an empty stomach and sore, achy legs and feet; this wasn't even the problem. The problem was this: For nearly the whole day, Ruuksta has been avoiding traps as she lumbered through the woods and now as weariness began to overcome resolve, she seemed to have finally run into the person laying the traps. Slowly, with her weapon in hand but only raised defensively until she knew more about the threat, the ogress approached the voice giving a low grunt and squinting.
Hearing the footsteps of someone coming towards her she had rose her head slightly as she had seen the approaching ogress coming nearer to where she was holding her weapon defensiveless. She stood her ground though,but she wasn't very happy about someone being able to avoid all her traps to get this close to her. She wondered how this person did it,but she kept it to herself as she watched her. Unsure on what to say,but all she could think of was hateful and bitter words. She never wanted to get to close to anyone for fear they might be secretly working for her"owners".
Ruuksta, tired and impatient, stopped in her tracks and huffed. "C'mon, then," she called gruffly, "show yourself or I'll have your blood spillin' out of your body if I find you first!" It was a half-empty threat. She really was almost too tired for conflict, but she never was a very gentle soul, nor patient at that. The only patience she had was that for any plan she made to attain a Red. Those plans never took too much patience anyway. The weariness was evident in her voice, much to her dismay.
As she stood there, she smelled the air and looked around, thinking she saw the top of a wolf head but maybe she was wrong. It was a bit too dark to see properly, and if it was just a wolf, she had nothing to worry about. Surely the wolf wasn't the one setting traps. Now, a man-wolf might. As far as she knew - which wasn't much when it came to other races and species - Wolf men were rare. Even a bear-ogre was unusual. Surely it had to be the same with other creatures like herself.
"I would be careful the words you say....because it might just be the death of you"Said a female voice as she had came into the open from the shadows she had been hiding in. She looked sickly and pale,but otherwise she looked mean and cold hearted as she held a sword low ."You working for anyone around here?"She asked her in a cold voice.
"Do I look like I work for anyone?" she scoffed a tad pridefully. "Oh that's ripe. Oh well, I don't expect a-- " Ruuksta narrowed her eyes and inspected the being before her. It was very wolfish. Very indeed, but smelled- no, reeked- of human and more importantly, blood. "--human to understand." A little growl escaped on the word "human", a noise which sounded deep and rumbl-y even for an ogre. The Dire Wolf skull mask over her face definitely didn't leave anything to the imagination. Ruuksta was beginning to reconsider her stance on man-wolves. Or... woman-wolves, to be more precise in this situation. She pulled the mask off and left it upon her head as she took in the view. As hungry and lost as she herself was, she looked nothing near the level of illness of her conversation partner. Ruuksta was burly, and though she was tired, stood tall and loomed over the unnamed person. She crossed her arms and scowled, though it didn't do much difference to her expression. "Anyway, what are you doin' out in the middle of the woods looking like that? Setting traps, which by the way, are still armed if you needed that comfort."
Metlica had glanced around slightly as she had listened to what this orge had to say"Human....what filthy creatures"She said with bitter distaste in her mouth."No....I am not a human at all and don't wish to be compared to those monsters"She said coldly as she moved closer to the orge."Look like what....?"She asked her. "Like a sickling.....humans did this to me....and so I laid traps for them....hope they all get caught in them then I can watch and laugh as they slowly die in them.....it's what they deserve"She muttered. "To bad either....would of been nice to of caught something by now..."She admitted she was starving and tired,but didn't want to sleep. She just escaped a few weeks ago,but it still felt like a day and she was still hiding out in theses woods to make sure everything was clear. Edgy towards anything breathing no doubt,but she needed food or else the hunger would take over and she would lose herself to it and become thee monster they trained her to be. There little hunting dog. The thought made her sick.
As distasteful as it was, leaving humans in traps to die slowly greatly appealed to the ogress. She didn't particularly like humans, but she didn't hate them; her relationship with them was more that of simple intolerance. Ruuksta was not an unintelligent ogre, she knew how to put together prose and destroy with great discretion, but as she'd grown, pride in the tribe and the Blakkrut ogre had been the overwhelming idea. Humans had nothing to do with it, and she generally thought very little of them. So naturally, the ogress' sadistic streak discriminated against nothing human. Her lips pulled up in an innately menacing grin, shiny black eyes peering down underneath heavy brow and complimenting the monstrous countenance. "Seems we both have a common goal, now. A good, roasted leg would do nicely, right now." The grumble her stomach emitted was drowned by the animalistic growl she made, something she had made a habit of doing when she showed she was hungry. "Maybe we could hunt together... for now. Part ways once we have both filled our bellies with warm meat."
Metalica tilted her head slightly though the idea was appealing to her she still didn't like to trust anyone,but if they hunted together maybe they could catch something faster. So all in all she nodded her head smirking at the ogre as her stomach growled and let slip an animalistic growl from her lips."You sound as hungry as I feel"she added to her new acquaintance ."Though I do doubt my traps would catch anything soon....maybe we should go the old fashioned way and find something to eat and kill it with whatever body part we have that will allow such a thing...or I could just use my sword....which do you prefer?"She asked the ogre somehow wanting her to say the old fashioned way because right now she didn't really have the patience to wait for anything to get snared in her traps. Though she wasn't found of eating human meat....she just wanted them all to rot....mostly the ones that had treated her so badly...and ended up leaving the word human a bitter taste in her mind and filled her heart with rage against anything human. But she knew in her heart the more she fed off human flesh the more dark she would become so she just settled with killing them and not eating them. Even though the hearts tasted so satisfying.
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