152 Orcs and War (I): Captured

Rezar stared up at the orcish face looking down at him, green skin, tusks jutting out of their lower jaw and an overly muscled frame. The blade that was placed across his neck glinted white under the peaking glare of the moon, the scent of dried meat and herbs wafted off the has of the orc as he leaned even closer towards Rezar. The bone King squinted his face, but held his breath, because while he could identify what the Orc's breath smelled off, it didn't mean the scent was pleasant.

"If you make a move, I'll snap your neck like a twig!" the orc threatened, his voice deep and rumbling, causing tremors deep within Rezar's chest as he looked up at the being hovering above him.