Orc barbarian who is trying her best to be different. Im a guy who likes to play women. Not trans. Chill vibes and im an atheist. But not a dick about it.
Ugo still looked like a wolf, wargs usually did when they were young, it was an adaption to survive as a more "harmless" wolf among its peers.
She had to train his instincts and had him fetch, later on, she had him trained in hunting too. She had only seen the warg masters raise wargs, so she was not too certain, but thought she was doing well.
Ugo was a happy boy though, and liked his master.
Ignorant to what was going on in the world, and not caring much about it either.
Menoga was walking Ugo, who was growing into a big boy fast. Soon he would be more feral and ferocious, but loyal if trained correctly.
Menoga was playing with the beast happily. The other woodland creatures did not really bother them at all, and even ignored them as they played.
As she read the letter, she had a rising excitement she had not felt in a hundred years atleast.
The Celestial elf of the drow and high elves were gone, and she was talked to find them, if she did, she could come back to the elven kingdoms, and become a hero and a very wealthy woman.
She was not interested in any of that. But she was interested in strong opponents.. And she had heard rumours about some special elves who lived with an orc.
She had never fought an orc before. She could hardly wait for this match.
As she was sitting in her cell, thinking about her life and the miserable state she was in, she recieved a messenger, a messenger from a people she had not seen in a couple hundred years.
She half expected the man to pull out a dagger with poison, but he only took out a scroll, and handed it to her.
She was intrigued.
Today, we have something special. This is still within the story of Menoga. But how? Well lets see.
This is Nocturne. She is a drow, from Vesperas homeland, though exiled. She now finds herself as a base animal in underground matches.
But she has made a fearsome name for herself.
Another quick victory, another one down. She was beginning to feel empty and her life dull, for the first time in a couple hundred years.
Living among the humans was fun sometimes, they seemed to appreciate her and her exotic beauty, and she had some fun now and again. But she was lacking in something, she just couldnt say what.
Another one down, and more to come. Was this her entire life?
Nocturne was getting sick and tired of the scraps they brought her, not a good challenge in a long time. This man was not up to snuff, and she tired of him quickly.
She was craving a real challenge, but none had tumbled down to the underworld for her.
After a couple of lifetimes of humans, she managed to move up to the non deadly arena's. She started in the deepest levels of the pits, where it was fights to the death, and usually slanted. But she made it through, and now she was a known name in the underworld.
Sometimes it was hard for her masters to find opponents, but they did.
She is often asked to fight, usually humans. She has no problems with this, and enjoys it for the most part.
A lot of humans found themselves tumbling down into the pits for debt or other tragic reasons.
This is a place Noctune chose, and a place she has come to absolutely love.