A big, green orc walked through the forest, his axe in hand. His heavy footfalls could be heard around the area, thanks to his boots. His rough face had a constant grimace on it, as he looked at the trees that surrounded him. The things appeared to get happier as they went. His hand tightened on his axe as he got a sudden urge to cut one down. This, however, as the orc knew very well, would be very bad. There were druids watching him cross these woods, as the told him when he first entered. If his axe met a tree, he would meet an arrow. And the druids were fools if they thought he didn't know where they were, he could catch one flitting about every once and a while.

They were all on his left, and made less noise than a whisper on a breeze. They didn't leave tracks, or at least any the warchief could follow. Footfalls reached his ears, and Ormus didn't bother to turn around. He hefted his axe with that single hand onto his shoulder.

"Doez dah druid need sumptin? I wudz be 'appy to 'elp." He asked. His voice was full of spite, and sarcasm.

"Did you just call me a Druid? Of course, I wouldn't know, for your use of the Common Tongue is inaccurate and unarticulate."

The voice flowed from the soft and lovely lips of a fairly tall female that had approached the orc from behind, one of her fair complexed hands reting on the hilt of her Longsword. Of course, she hadn't drawn it yet, even though she had caught sight of his axe long ago. Her lightly-shade-of-a-red hue'd eyes with flecks of light brown in them gazed at the orc curiously. He must be one of the stupider ones if he chooses to travel alone...Especially if he chooses to travel alone where one could find him and easily kill him Sophia told herself mentally, finding this factor quite amusing.

As she walked a few more steps towards the orc, her light brown hair flowed angelic-like behind her, and when she stopped, it framed her face almost perfectly. Of course, she wasn't an angel, but no one would know unless they know her well or meet her blade first; Sophia tends to act like her appearance so she could decieve and manipulate others. Oh how fun it was to watch her opponents believe she was their "friend" and end up getting hurt when they found out the truth. So enjoyable.

Sophia Deadheart awaited the orc's responce, almost patiently, her right hand resting on her hip softly and her left still resting on her hilt of her sword. She blinked away a stray strand of her hair away, so it wouldn't irritate her eyes, and she watched the creature before him carefully, her eyes not seeing the face of the orc whom had spoken to her without even seeing her.

The orc turned around, and made a pig like snort. He didn't know exactly what she said, but the tone didn't sound like it was a nice thing. His axe moved from his shoulder to his hand. He patted the haft just under the axe head with his hand, and his eyes took on a menacing glint. The druids around him stopped flitting about, as he noted a some odd movement to the trees. The orc may have been stupid, but he did have a cunning to him, and a great amount of knowledge about battles and fighting.

"Now, wud you'z say?" He said in his gruff accent. The trees became deadly still, and he could hear the slightest of shuffling, and a noise like bows being readied. That's because they were. The orc knew the sort of trouble he was in, as the humie had that pretty, innocent, perhaps even divine look to her. He was the big, green nasty orc who likely wanted to cut down their forest. Ormus was in truth trying to rejoin with his clan, who had moved to their summer camp. He had been busy making his way to Ita's ball, which he thought was some sort of slaughter with a giant spiked ball. Or perhaps using catapults, either way.

"Butz youz wudn't beh sayin anyzing bad." Ormus said, quickly. His eyes hadn't left her, but he suddenly felt far more relaxed. Orcish instincts had told him he was safer, if only a bit. The humie, on the other hand, she felt odd, she felt distant. The slow tapping of his axe ceased, as the orc's eyes hardened. The humie wasn't right at all, something rang untrue with her.

Sophia watched the Orc turn around and snort, and she blinked, wondering what he snorted about. Then again, did one have to have a reason to snort? For her, they did. Everyone had to have a reason to snort, and everyone had to have a reason to live, die, breathe, love, and everything inbetween. The reason Sophia lived was because it was her job to serve the great God of Darkness Raku and kill all those that opposed her and him. That was the fun of it all; killing those slowly, using her decieving skills first.

"What did I say?" Sophia asked of the orc again, her voice soft and oddly soothing, like the sound of windchimes in the spring breeze. She noticed that the orc was about one inch taller than herself, but still basically the same height. Her ears caught the faint sound of his fingers tapping on haft of his axe, and she eyed the axe for a moment, wondering if he was planning on actually attacking her.

"I said maybe you should work on your vocabulary," she said after her first comment. That wasn't what she said, but she tried to make it simpler and possibly more stupid than what she had said before, hoping he would understand what she said that time. Hearing his second comment, she shook her head. "No, of course not! I speak only of good things." Lie. She hardly ever spoke of good things, but this orc was too stupid to know that.

The tall humie continued her odd voice, gabbering on about this and that. The last was a lie, and the orc knew it. You can't lie to an orc, because an orc has perfected the art of lying. All they did was lie to humies, tell them they would be out in a moment, they weren't drunk, they weren't scouting for a raid. Ormus stomped forwards, his little black eyes colder than normal. The humie was going to pay, one way or another. Ormus stopped his poor orcish posture, and reared to his full height of 6'9". Muscles bulged out of his arms and chest as he tightened them.

"No mohe lyin' to meh humie. Whyz youz he'e?" The orc shouted, using his full powers of intimidation. His free hand gripped his cloak, and threw it to the ground. This revealed only more of the orc's musculature, and the fact he was wearing thick black linen pants. He was a warchief, so he got the first choice of Orc sized clothing off of humies. His eyes looked to the trees, and he noted, that the druids seemed to be getting closer. The trees moved oddly, and then ceased. The druids were interested now, and were probably seeing if the orc's suspicions were true.

"Now, eitha youz tell meh, or I'ma gunna choppa youz gud!" The orc said. His weight shifted as he staggered his feet, and his hand tightened on his axe. Ormus, Warchief of Clan Death Axez was going to go to war once more, unless he was mistaken. If he was, well, the druids were going to have another tale of orcish stupidity to share at the fire. He may not have a grasp on civilized things, but when it came to fighting and telling when somebody was lying, he possessed a little intelligence. Or very refined orcy instincts.

Hmn...Maybe I judged too quickly...I should look into working on that...later. Sophia watched with amusement as the orc stomped towards her, finally straightening up to his full height as his muscles bulged out of his arms and chest out of his anger. Good; now this won't be so boring after all... Sophia told herself, finally glad to see he held some amusement and enjoyment.

At his accusation, Sophia gave him an accused look. "But I spoke the truth," she said. "You can't prove I lied, now, can you?" she added, not thinking he could. Then again, it could also be another under-statement, but Sophia didn't care. At the very next question, Sophia shrugged. "I'm here for my own business; does it really concern you?" she asked him, lifting her arms and crossing them gently in front of her chest as she awaited any kind of reaction from this creature before her.

She watched boredly as the orc threw off his cloak, and she turned her attention to the trees as well as she saw the trees moving oddly for a brief moment. She arched a fine eyebrow before returning her attention to the orc, not even commenting on his last comment.

The orc shrugged, and knew that he couldn't prove anything. He just had orcy instincts, and the druids were against him in this anyways. His axe would be useless against the treeborn opponents, unless they came down to him. And that wasn't happening. Ormus was beginning to think the Humie wasn't too bad. Perhaps just a little misguided, that was all. He put his axe back over his shoulder, but still didn't want to wear his cloak.

"No, it duzn't." The orc said. He looked at the druids in the trees as the manuevred themselves some more. They were probably rather annoyed with the orc now, and wanted him out. He picked up his cloak, slung it over his shoulder, and strode off. He snuffled at the clean forest air, while listening to the druids remove themselves from their trees. Then it came to the flickers of them dashing through the trees, a constant reminder of his status in the forest. He stopped, and turned to the girl.

"You'z comin'? We wuz goin' dah same way." The orc said. At least he thought they were, he didn't quite remember. And if things got bad, his clan was just on the other side of the woods. And there were more orcs than druids.