Can't help but Look OPEN

[Arenthest]

Arenthest was lost. Incredibly lost. Her fingers had been a tad to heavy on her last job and she had found herself hunted down by a group of men and so she had done what was natural, she turned tail and ran as fast as she could in whichever direction was away from them. The fog was thick about her, it's weight pulling on her dark hair until it hung damp in her face. The white top and cloak she wore were soaked through, and her pants were close. The woman sighed, her feet weary from the many hours she spent walking in every which way she could find. Now she sat down on a stone she had kicked with her foot after a fair bit of yelling at the lifeless object for obstructing her way. She grasped her dark hair in her hands and bent down over the path, her teeth clenched together. She had no idea which way was which anymore, her panic had led her deeper into the fog even as she attempted to escape it and now she could be anywhere.

After a few moments of silence Arenthest stood and paced the small section where she stood before she lifted her head, her hands cupping her mouth as the shout left her plump lips. "Help me! Help! Anybody! Help me!" She cried out, her head falling back to stare straight ahead to listen carefully for any sound. Arenthest crouched on the ground, one knee resting in the dirt to balance her body as she strained for any sign of life. The fog was starting to feel as if it was suffocating her, closing in on every side. She pulled a harsh breath through her teeth and let her pack fall from her shoulder, a hand now resting lightly on the hilt of her sword as a scuffle could be heard in the distance. She could not tell if it was man or beast, but whichever way she didn't know whether she wanted to be found now. She remembered the men she had just plundered, and wondered if they would be the ones to find her. A vivid memory flashed behind her eyes and she shut them quickly, tensing her body against the images of her mother's dying eyes. No, she would not let this happen again. Slowly, she let the sword from it's sheath the blade glinting unnaturally in the din.

[Sharog and Ghorbash]

All was silent in the peace of the twilight, not a creature seemed to stir in the heavy fog rolling down the mountains. An almost oppressive peace, thought the warg who prowled in the shadows, patrolling both the goblins' and her own territory with Ghorbash, her rider. Not that he was doing much patrolling, oh no, he was whistling a little tune as they went along, much to the annoyance of Sharog. She thought to scold him, but decided not to, it would only make him whistle louder in an effort to annoy her. Ghorbash saw no harm in it, its not like they ever got anyone on the mountain trails. Few adventurers ever dared brave the grim Misty Mountains, and the woodsmen feared the wargs and orcs far too much to venture too close. No, there was no trouble in breaking the silence with a little tune.

Sharog looked up suddenly, 'Silent! Listen.' Her keen ears had picked up the dull thuds of someone running up the trail. Ghorbash shut up, but he didn't hear a sound. 'Aww, poor Sharog, did you hear a nasty little squirrel?' he teased, though he still lowered his voice. One did not simply ignore the warnings of their warg. He let her take them off the path, and soon they became near invisible in the shadows and fog. The noise of the running stopped, but yet Sharog heard the sharp intake of panicked breaths and smelt fear on the breeze, a wicked grin appeared on her lips. 'Is one Man... female,' the warg whispered harshly without grammar, for she knew very little of the language of orcs. With a nod from Ghorbash, she stepped from behind an outcrop and in front of the girl. 'Well, look what we have here! A little lady, out in the cold with but a letter-opener to protect herself?!' Ghorbash laughed in common tongue, eyeing the girl slyly, 'Oh no, don't be afraid, I won't let old Sharog get ya!' The warg gave Ghorbash an annoyed glance, she had hoped to simply rip apart this girl and be done with it, but it appeared that Ghorbash had found himself a new toy.

OOC: Oh noes! It seems you've caught the attention of Ghorbash and Sharog xD This should be interesting...

[Arenthest]

A hand clutched at her chest as she tried to control her breathing, shifting her weight onto her outstretched leg as she heard noise in the distance. She really couldn't be sure what it is she heard, she knew there were Orcs in the area, but she had been certain she hadn't wandered far enough to find their territory, but perhaps in her panic she had run further than she had thought. Her body lowered closer to the ground instinctively, the sword brought further from the sheath as a shadow appeared just meters to her front. Her heart pounded in her chest, almost deafening her in the silence.

The deep voice cut through the mist and her eyes finally picked out the detail of an Orc riding one of those Wargs, a creature she had heard of but never come across. The laugh that followed his searing comment sent chills down the Ranger's spine and her teeth found her lip, worrying it between them as she tensed, ready to defend herself. She was in no mood for a fight today. Her tongue sharp in fear Arenthest bit back.

"It was not you I called for, Orc. And I do not fear your hairball here. This letter-opener you speak of is much more powerful. I'm sure that fur of your precious Sharog would not provide much protection from a magic sword!" She cried out, lying through her teeth. Of course the sword was not magic, and in truth he was right as it was only a very short knife designed for throwing, and not hand in hand combat. The sword that very well could save her life was wrapped and tied to her back pack, well out of her reach in this situation.
"Just turn tail, Orc and I will not harm you." Her voice wavered but she held her body as still as she dared, her muscles coiled and ready to release as soon as the Orc dared step forward.

OOC: Ahh this is exactly the kind of thread I like! Thanks for replying with such an interesting prospect! Let us see how it turns out...

[Sharog and Ghorbash]

Ah, the joint territory of the goblins and wargs stretched many miles, as wargs prowled hundreds of miles and goblins needed space to find enough flesh to feed their growing armies. Sometimes, it would grow a mile a day, for the orcs and wargs are swift and greedy. Ghorbash wasn't surprised she had not expected to meet them, this trail was a new one.

This was just the sort of thing he loved, manipulating a poor, confused soul for his own enjoyment. He wondered what to do when he had her in his grasp, Torture is always nice. The thought was fleeting, though, as the girl retaliated saying "It was not you I called for, Orc. And I do not fear your hairball here. This letter-opener you speak of is much more powerful. I'm sure that fur of your precious Sharog would not provide much protection from a magic sword!" A low rubble pierced the air as Sharog snarled at the girl, revealing huge yellow teeth. 'Ah, little lady, I wouldn't be talking 'bout old Sharog like that if I were you. She may not know common tongue, but isn't she a clever one?! Quick to anger, too,' Ghorbash said, patting the warg affectionately. Still, Ghorbash kept his eye trained on the dagger; there were some things one dare not trifle with, and magic was one of them. Then again, could this nasty little female be lying? He wouldn't put it past one of the Gondorians, considered cowards by him. Of course, the only Gondorians he met in battle were the foolish people who settled at the mountain's feet, nothing but poor farmers trying to make a living for themselves and their families.

Sharog paid no attention to him, she was watching the Man intently, her eyes cold as frost. No, she had not quite understood the girl's words, languages weren't Sharog's strong suit, but she was a very intelligent warg and could tell when someone mocked her. 'Disgusting little Man child, do you not fear the Lady Warg?' she spat in warg-tongue, for that was what Men and dwarves knew her as. 'Now, now, Sharog, the poor thing cannot understand your growls!' Ghorbash said in that terrible language of the wargs. He was terrible at it, for the talk was all barks and howls. Still, Sharog understood him, and decided that she would rather bite off the girl's arm than make empty threats.

Ghorbash dismounted Sharog, keeping his curved blade at hand, 'Now, how should I know this "magic sword" of your's is real, hmm? Care to tell me how it works? Or would you rather show me,' the orc grinned wickedly, his rotten breath scaring off animals miles away. The orc was quite sure that this blade could not be magic, for how would she find such a thing?! Still, all the same, he clutched his hilt and motioned to Sharog to be battle ready. He did not know what to expect, having never encountered magic, neither did Sharog. The warg circled behind the girl, her best chance for a quick kill. Still, she did not strike, but instead waited for her to make the first move.

[Arenthest]

The beast snarled and Arenthest's eyes strayed to the creature before flicking back to the orc that sat astride the ugly thing. To her both were equally disgusting, and dangerous. She knew she ought to keep her distance but her foolish tongue had dug her deep into her grave.
"I can see that." Arenthest muttered, mostly to herself. The girl flinched lightly as the warg spoke in it's horrid language made of all growls and snarls, the movement only showing in her cheeks where the muscles had tightened as her jaw clenched. And so the game to stay alive had started.

The orc climbed from it's mount's back, the warg circling behind Arenthest as the orc spoke. Thinking on her feet, Arenthest decided just what she would have to do. She crouched a bit lower, holding the knife above her head.
"It would be useless to explain." She said, her voice quite devoid of emotion as she readied herself. "For one, I doubt you'd understand. Second, it is far more exciting to see it in action." Her left hand slipped quickly and silently into the side pocket of her pack at her feet, drawing out a small bottle of potion she had the wits to brew just days before. It was a healing potion that had properties enough to cling to an inner wound, illuminating it bright red to show through the skin. Normally, it would be drunk, but today Arenthest smeared the smallest drop across her blade, the action looking merely as if the blade was being wiped on her tunic and before long, the potion reacted with the dried blood on the blade. It shone a brilliant red, illuminating her face in a ghastly light as she rushed forwards at the orc and swung the knife blade in a wide arc over her head.