As soon as the figure neared her, her eyes widened of fear of the sight of his dark mossy green skin and the bright white tusks sticking out of the corners of his mouth. A low hiss escaped her throat as she saw what she thought to be her saviour.<br/><br/>"you're an Orc.."<br/><br/>But her words didn't linger long enough to stay when he spoke with his rough and hard voice. She cringed upon hearing he would leave her there to die, the little light of hope inside of her chest fading as fast as it had been enlightened by his unrecognisable form in the doorframe. Even the pain of his hand brushing her arm away couldn't bring more pain then the idea of dying away slowly, burning to death in a place so far away from the green and luscious woods she loved so much.<br/><br/>But then she sees an emotion in his physique, his strong back loosing stature and turning back around with a pitiful look in his eyes. A rage deep from within her chest was screaming for attention, here she was, all alone and given to the mercy of a creature that was more hated by her race then anything else in the world. And instead of walking away, as she would have most probably have done, he was going to save her.<br/><br/>She felt truly stripped of her pride, but nothing felt better then the pain of being picked up from the ground and carried away out of the room that already smelled so much like what she imagined death would be. Her tongue was still dry, but the look in her eyes was fearsome and mixed with a certain gratefulness she never thought she would ever give to an orc.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>