06 Jun

Makumba was waiting for her at Razorhill , his gangly frame  bespoke of a troll that had not quite hit his full height.He was already tall but hadn’t quite fully filled out,and the long thin limbs made him look rather comical ,along with the wild black hair that he somehow managed to wrangle into a plait at the back of  his head. Though they had crossed paths while growing up, it always ended up with him getting slapped smartly across the face  when he got a little fresh with her. He was quite the ladies man, and made no bones about it; she was an enigma to him, a challenge that sparked his interest.Though everyone knew of her they didn’t really know about the young Troll druid known as Fierced. Like the fiery crest, her temper was hot when roused,but it took much to get it going.. like a dormant volcano, it took alot to get her to explode..unfortunately Makumba always seemed to be in her vicinity when she did erupt.

Leaning against the inn wall, taking in the shade it gave against the fierceness of the midday sun,he took in the languid stroll of the female troll , recognizing that crest anywhere…With the Kor’ Kron waylaying the trolls ,and arresting them for imaginable offenses, Makumba knew that it was only a matter of time before  Garrosh outright ordered the decimation of the Darkspear altogether, and Makumba was not going to be here when it happened..if it came down to it he would make his way to the wilderness,and wait it out…however he was not leaving without the druidess .. he made a promise to her father that he would look after her, in case her father did not make it home..He was not going to break that promise.

As Fierced approached ,he could clearly see the rather disgruntled look upon her face when she saw him. She was strong featured ,and there was not an ounce of fat on that lean curvy frame. She was hard muscled, and her glittering reddish gold  eyes were as fierce as her was little wonder she was called Fierced.An ornate headdress hung on her forehead, the feathers dangling on either side of her face, the shadow over her eyes , brought them out in startling clarity. Her tusks were impressive for a female ,and they were delicately inscribed with runes..others thought her disturbing and unsettling.. Makumba thought her beautiful.Simply dressed in a harness and kilt that was slit on either side to offer more freedom of movement, she didn’t wear much for adornments.. the intricate spirals were her only decoration.. like snakes they curved over her shoulders ,joining like a necklace across her collar bone. Bands of crimson decorated her ankles,emphasizing the richness of her azure skin.. and Makumba couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Casting him a withering look, she snapped ” Yer starin’ ! Stop it” he gave her a lazy grin, that seemed to spread across his entire face ” No..whose gonna make meh ? Joo? !”  he drawled ,his eyes openly admiring as he took in her appearance , ignoring the quelling look she gave him. Stretching to his full height ,he looked down upon her, his lanky eight foot body,standing fully upright.She merely regarded him with obvious disdain on her face. Leaning down he murmured in her ear, knowing that she was going to slap him soundly for it..

” Joo know wat  joo need? A mon…ja..joo need a mon to cure wot ails ya”  there was a smirk on his face..when he looked upon her face ,and saw the expression of stunned disbelief  written upon it..The sharp crack as her palm hit his face, split the mid afternoon lull.. startling the nearby trainors,who looked around then smiled slyly at the two trolls. Makumba rubbed his cheek as he watched Fierced flounce off in  a huff ,and murmurred to himself ” hmm..ya… definitely needs a mon..” before he whistled to his raptor , giving the young druidess time to cool off.



Posted by on June 6, 2013 in Ramblings


2 responses to “ Makumba

  1. wowstorylines

    June 7, 2013 at 7:40 am

    LOL, yep, poor guy needs some tact and diplomacy lessons if he is going to get anywhere with that girl. Great read as always.

  2. dnooskey

    June 7, 2013 at 3:24 pm

    LOL, you are so right.. he’s not exactly the kind of guy that reeks of high class manners nor finesse.. he’s going to blunder as he tries to win her over, and get slapped alot ,but one thing I have to give him credit for, he’s persistant. Thanks so much for reading.


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