The desert winds brush against CRUG’s green skinned face, his poney tail moving slightly as he patrols the streets of Orgrimmar. CRUG seems focused, not speaking a word to anyone that passes by. The winds begin to pick up, CRUG closes his eyes for a moment, as he finds the sound of the sand clashing into his metal orc crested shield to be soothing.
The winds die down, CRUG opens his eyes, briefly looking at the suns reflection off of his freshly sharpened axe, before continuing his patrol. Orgrimmar, the bustling capital of the Horde. There was no place CRUG would rather have been assigned to. Having been raised in the city, CRUG already knew his way around.
“You can’t guard a place which you don’t know” CRUG briefly thought to himself.
As CRUG made his way passed the Valley of Strength, the amount of people around him significantly decreased as that was one of the cities hot spots.
CRUG was making his way to the upper levels of the city…as Orgrimmar was built in between a canyon, there were natural cliffs that not only provided a natural defense to those below, but also functioned as another level to the city entirely.
CRUG stepped onto the elevator. Joined by a goblin, and an undead human. Although a word wasn’t spoken between the three , they exchanged nods acknowledging each others presences.
CRUG briefly looked down at the goblin girl. She was head deep in what seemed to be auction house receipts.
CRUG then brought his attention to the undead man. The undead being had no jaw, it’s tongue hung down like hook to a fishing rod.
When the elevator reached the top, the three exited in different directions. CRUG continuing on his patrol thought to himself
“That’s the beauty of the Horde, three races that culturally couldn’t be more different from each other, yet we all unite under one banner. We all fight for one cause, and each of us contribute in different ways and styles”.
CRUGs thought was interrupted when he spotted a ceremony on an adjacent cliff. CRUG seemed to have spotted the tail end of an Orm’Riggor. Which is the rite of passage for an orc into adult hood, and for most orcs, their introduction into the Horde army.
CRUG watched the ceremony come to a conclusion as the elder orc shaman tasted the blood off of the young orcs face. The shaman pondered for a moment before deeming the kill legitimate.
It was then when CRUG spotted what seemed to be two orcs holding each other, celebrating as the kill was deemed legitimate.
“They’re probably the initiates parents” CRUG thought to himself. CRUG while happy for the initiate, couldn’t help but following up by thinking “the alliance saw to it that my parents would not see the day I was inducted”
It wasn’t jealousy that CRUG felt, rather sadness, which quickly turned into anger…
CRUG took his axe and hit it against his shield, roaring in excitement and approval for the Horde armies newest recruit.