WORLDS COLLIDE 8.3

The vastness of the fields, the scent of the flowers, the dandelion seeds swept away like beautiful snowflakes. If it weren't for that huge castle in front of him, everything would be perfect.

The siege went on too quietly. The orc riders kept the two halves of the army together. The bulk of the army was at what must have been the main entrance. There, some of the most powerful warriors, including himself, waited patiently. Ewik, Fizkwik, Kkelea and Zeppel waited in the other. Although he was not pleased to share the same front with Helirah, he had to admit that since the two hyaenid tribes had merged, she had shown more restraint and civility, only shedding those false manners in battle.

"Tasty plants?" Zanarah asked.

Scourge swallowed and looked at her listlessly.

"Hey, take it easy. I didn't mean it like that. I like you," she sat down beside him.

Scourge was disturbed by the smell of blood coming from her snout. Zanarah looked at the wall.