Azog

Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast! [Do you smell it? The scent of fear!] TolkienRP

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@ReclaimErebor AHAHAHA!

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

“AH-HA-HA!” The Pale Orc growled in laughter. “I will drink your blood as I did your king!”

[𝑽 𝑰́ 𝑳 𝑰 @WarriorOfDurin]

"Not if I cut off the other one." The Warrior growls. "First, I'll chop off your arms, then your legs, then I'll kick your limbless body down the mountain like the giant dung heap you are!"

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

“Khozdayin! Come to me Dwarf-Scum! The line of Durin shall end by my hand!” @ReclaimErebor @WarriorOfDurin @FrerinTheFierce @PrideOfDurin @ThePromiseMade @MotherOfDurin

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

Air passes over scarred skin, deep nostrils flaring as the Pale Orc breathes deep, detecting a trusted and familiar scent.

A deep guttural growl of satisfaction then emanates from his broad muscular chest as he calls for @TheWhiteWarg.

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@DameOfDamnation The fanged grin slowly faded as the Woman continued to speak. He knew not of planets or realms, but he did know of enslavement and extinction.

“You speak as one I know. He too has great power.”

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@DameOfDamnation > and he wondered what the appearance of new queen would mean. Still, her words did not offend him.

“Gurum...” He spoke the word for ‘death’ in Black Speech, a dark, fanged grin being revealed as he agreed.

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@DameOfDamnation > had dealt it to others for as long as he could remember. His Master knew much of death as well. /The One/ has often spoke of it, promising that it would come to all in due time.

Yet this was still strange for the Pale Orc. Allegiances and actions were simple for his kind, >

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@DameOfDamnation > that of a mere man or woman. There was something /different/ about this one. Something foreign, yet something familiar as well.

“No.” The Pale Orc spoke from deep within his throat, similar to a low growl.

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@DameOfDamnation Muscles flex beneath pale skin as the Defiler stands tall, at the ready and alert now that this Woman had dared circle him.

He breathed deep again, teeth barred, his mouth partially open as he tasted her scent as well.

She was right. She did not have the same scent as a >

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@Eater0fSouls

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

“Nuzdigid? Nuzdi gast!” [Do you smell it? The scent of fear!]

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

Growls.

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@TheWhiteWarg > communicating an understanding between the two pale creatures.-

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@TheWhiteWarg > within the Defiler, it was for his Mount, the White Warg.

Pale white-blue eyes were cast toward the Mount in welcome, >

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@TheWhiteWarg > early, and the White Warg had earned his favor over all the other beasts. If there was any sort of affection to be found >

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@TheWhiteWarg > restraint, often waiting to make a move, yet striking once and with deadly result.

The Pale Orc had recognized this >

[Azog @ThePaleDefiler]

@TheWhiteWarg -The White Warg was different, one of a kind amidst lesser mindless eating machines. The White Warg knew patience and >