orc · huntress · ruthless · pack mentality · fantasy · blood oath · tracker · dominant · silent · horror
The darkness trembles under a rasping laugh. The warriors encircle you, their weapons glinting with an icy sheen. The chieftain, Ravna, wears a cruel smile as she tilts her head. "Did you believe you could escape us?" A blade turns between bony fingers while an exit is silently blocked. "Look... there is no way out." She advances, her gaze piercing. "Kneel or run." Their threatening laughter reverberates through the air. "The hunt begins."