Jeedup

Where Trolls Fear to Tread.

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Murlocs.

Thats all Jee'Dup thought of now: Murlocs, and alot of them too. He was running now as fast as he could, but his little legs were already sore, and the wound on his shoulder ached.

"So stupid! SO STUPID!" He yelled, not bothering with stealth of any means. They had already seen him when he stumbled upon them, and the dart they hit him with reaked of a horrid fungus, to aid in the tracking of fleeing prey.

Prey that was currently a exhausted and terrified young troll.

"Papa is gonna rip me hide off!" He panted, cleary not focusing on the current and more real threat, "All I wanted to do was fish!" Unfortunatly for Jee'Dup however, he caught game that turned around and was almost about to snare him.

Panting harder now, and trying hard to lose them in the underbrush of the jungle, for despite his tiny size, Jee'Dup could more easily maneuver through the thick and tangled trunks and roots of overgrown trees, while the Murlocs had speed as their main advantage. Plus the spears they carried, and their teeth, and their natural strength making them easily capable of crushing a little troll childs skull like dried branches. In essence, the odds were greatly against Jee'dup, and looked to get steadly worse.

As he dodged from branch to branch, through thickets and hollowed out tree trunks, he caught glimpses of his chasers. They had long strange barbs extruding from their back, which hunched over in a stange perversion of fish and some man-thing. Their jaws were wide and line with long, thin and sharp teeth drenched in flem which was poisonous all by itself. Their long legs would carry them swiftly through the jungle, allowing them to pounce on unsuspecting prey, from crocolisk, to curious little trolls.

Lost in this reverie of such horrid states, Jee'dup was snagged on the side of his ribs by a large jutting branch, and he tumbled over himself. As he clashed into the tree, he fell into a overgrown bush of steelbloom, and laid down flat in the protective shadows, hoping he wasnt spotted. Moments later, the murlocs quickly darted past his hastend shelter, and went further into the jungle, far away from him. He let a long sigh of relief as he felt all the more safer, especially with a wound to take care of. He snatched some of the steelbloom that had saved his life, mashed it into a pulp in his mouth, then gently spread it onto the swelling wound that got him into this situation in the first place.

Strange, he thought, that they wouldn't keep tracking him with the smell of the fungus, or maybe they just got too excited. He chuckled loudly at the thought of the murlocs running around in circles thinking they were almost on top of their prized meal. But just as this playful thought came into his mind, he was startled away from of it by the loud snap of a twig.

As he turned to spy what it was, he was snapped back with the force of a hammer, a hammer shapped like a fish-mans foot. Blood splatterd on the trunk of the tree as Jee'Dup was knocked back several feel. Through dazed vision, and with the clean senses of his nose, he saw, and smelled, a large, drooling murloc right on top of him.

All Jee'dup could do was whimper in pain and fright as it shouted out:

"TROLLS ARE FOR EATSIES!!!"

((to be continued))

((And please leave OOC comments and questions, I always love input))

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All Jee'dup could do was whimper in pain and fright as it shouted out:

"TROLLS ARE FOR EATSIES!!!"

(( Translated I imagine from the murlocish " WARGLEGARFFLEBARGLEFLARB! " :)

What will become of lil' Jee'Dup? Stay tuned..... I know I am. ))

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The last thing Jee'dup would ever see, were teeth. Row upon row of flem drenched fangs.

But with a sudden realization, he wonderd what would a murloc be doing with a spear going straight through its throat, and why its usual 'Mmrgggllmmrr' was chocked with gasps which made it seem like something was off.

Through his dazing vision he saw a strange shadow over the ground, with what looked like arms that came to a connection where the spear and murloc met. As he looked closer at the dazed image, he gazed upon rippled muscles tightend in readiness, scatterd votive items strapped on this body with strings of leather, and a long necklace decorated with long fangs. Fangs, which came from the jaws of murlocs.

"Papa..." Jee'dup whimperd, reaching out towards his father as he skewered the murloc on the shaft of his spear.

But his father did not look at his son, his deep purple eyes were fixed on the murloc as it struggled helplessly as he shook his spear, causing the dying fish-man to flair like a rag doll. As it gasped for breath, the elder troll slammed his spear through the murlocs back, spraying its green blood on the ground, and pinned it up against a tree, the blade embedded deep in the trunk. He let go of the shaft slowly, watching the murloc still attempt to free itself. The troll walked right up to it, put its hands into its open jaw, firmly grabbed hold of several of its fangs, and paused. Jee'dup could hear a growl building up in his fathers throat. He had heard of stories of how his father got his clan name, but had never seen how.

"I am Que'Dup, and you will not eat my son!" As he yelled this right into the murlocs face, Jee'Dup could have sworn he saw the murloc struggle more, as if the mention of his father name gave it reason to fear him even more. After he finished, he tightend his grip on the fangs, and with a horrid wet sound, he ripped ten fangs right off the murlocs jaw.

Emerald blood dripped like a waterfall out of its mouth, and it slowly sank down onto the spear, its life finding a rather painful end. But even at this, twelve murlocs pounced out from the jungle, encircling the two trolls and the dead murloc. Gripping the fangs all in one hand, he motiond to Jee'Dup, and he limped over in a frantic hurry, holding his fathers leg like the steel strong grip of a raptor. He looked up at his father, but again he did not at him. His eye lids had narrowed, his mouth shut, but Jee'Dup could see the faint sign of a smile. Was there a way out of this? Jee'dup looked out to see what sign of humor was around, but all he saw were fangs, claws and glowing angry eyes...

Twelve angry faces greated them, with twelve sharp spears.

((to be continued))

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(( That sketch of Que'Dup is very good! I agree, that should be finished, with the murlocs rendered in more detail then the smiley faces you have now ( which I am guessing are place holders or roughed in forms..)

Que'Dup reminds me of an Iroquois Warrior ))

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((Jeed's dad is hot. >.> That's right. I said it. And I meant it!! You asshole, making me inspired when I have actual work to do. Now I gotta wait to get home before I can draw something.

I predict it will involve a sexy troll.))

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Gapping jaws, slashing claws, thats what murlocs are made of.

But such matters, although horribily obvious to Jee'Dup, seemed to barely concern Que'Dup. As the little troll clutched his fathers leg, Que just slowly looked from murloc to murloc, the ten fangs from the previous fish man still held tightly between his fingers, their green ichor still dripping of the tips.

Jee'dup was frightened, more scared then he had ever been in his short six years of existance. But his father, Que'Dup the Fang-keeper, barely seemed concerned. With his face pressed tightly againsts his fathers leg, he could hear his slow and steady breathing, the calm and soothing rythm of his beating heart. He looked up towards him, hoping his father would look down on him and all these horrible things would vanish. But he made no eye contract with his son, just slowly turned his head from side to side, staring each murloc down. He slowly moved the fangs all into one palm, snapping a bit of a leather thong from his belt, and wrapped them tightly toghter. Jee'dup had heard of this in whispers between Vol'Jin and his brother, Gah'Dup, of his fathers signature move. That he would take the very teeth that would seek to feast on all the Darkspears, and impale them in the gullet, their own nature would become their own demise.

As Que'dup went through his dreary preperation, Jee'Dup felt his fathers gentle touch on the back of his head. Looking the hand that held the fang blades, tight and taunt, almost as if his grip would snap them like twigs. But his grip on Jee'Dup was all different: warm, loving and soft. He slowly strocked his sons short mohawk, gently rubbing his wounded shoulder. His very touch gave him strength. Though he stood in silence, Que'Dup was shouting his love for his son in bold tones. I will protect you, said his touch. You will not be harmed, said the rythm of his hear. These monsters will know your name, said the fangs in his hand.

Without any warning, Jee'Dup was snapped away from this pleasent moment as a murloc almost behind the two of them snapped from the branches and charged in a fury. But with equal lack of warning, Que'Dup spun on the ball of his foot, kicking the murloc in the temple with his heal. The fish-man made a horrid snap sound as the other side of its head met hard wood of a nearby tree, and it slumped down to the ground like a rag doll.

One down.

The sight of this sent the others into a frenzy, their normal gurgles and strange clicks replaced with growls and guttural roars. Two more charged in, from the right and the left of the twol trolls. Seeing this, Que'Dup pushed his son to the side, and charged the two. Jee'dup landed on a soft bush thankfully, and was in plain sight of what would soon transpire. As the troll rushed the frenzied murlocs, the left one dove in with its mouth open. Giving the impatient fish-man a strong backhand, it bit down hard on his arm up to his elbow, keeping him a in a strong hold. The other attempted to take this to it's advantage, trying to get a grip on Que'Dups throat. But this was a seasoned warrior for the Darkspear, and the Fang-Keeper no less. He slashed in fast with the fang-knife, cutting into the second murlocs own throat, then ripping down fast, exposing its windpipe and arteries. He quickly turned his attention to the troublesome murloc with its teeth imbedded into his arm. With a painful grunt, Que'Dup ripped his arm from the tight grip, his own blood flowing with that of the murloc as it ripped its tongue out as he pulled away. In panic the fish-man tried to flee, but troll had other plans. With a load roar he tackled the murloc, his arms around its neck. It flailed wildly, its claws cutting deep into his flesh with deep bleeding wounds. This strangled hold went on for several seconds, until yet another loud snap was heard, and Que'Dup tossed away the murloc, its neck bent at an unnatural angle.

Three down.

Hunched down low to the ground, like a nightsaber on the prowl, Que'Dup stared at the nine remaining murlocs with intensity. Having now seen three of their comrads be ripped apart like huts in a storm, and having discovered the remains of their missing party member as well, they obviously knew this would not be an easy fight. But still, they had numbers on their side, and that gave them some form of hope in their tiny little minds. Now they would have to be more careful with how they approached him, to take him down like hunters would any aggressive prey. But before they could even think of a plan, Que'Dup was on them. His powerful legs carried him across ten feet, pounding into a group of four of them. Startled and unnerved, they were slow to react, attempting to gather up their fallen weapons, clawing and biting at any part of the troll they could. Using his newly made fang-blade, Que'Dup slashed visciously and exposed backs, arms, legs and throats like a troll possesed. He stabbed one right in the eye as another bit hard on his lower leg. Grabbing the eye-less one by the jaw, he spun round and pumbled another in the chest with a stern headbutt, and slammed the murloc he held into the one who held him on his leg. The fourth murloc came at Que'Dup from behind, weilding a rugged but dangerous looking axe, and swung it towards his midsection. But just as the blade almost made contact with his flesh, the murloc Que'dup had made blinded to one side stood up fast after its fall, and was met with the sharp side of his fellows axe into the side of its skull that lost its sight. Seeing this Que'Dup roared in laughter, grabbed the axe impaled in the murlocs skull, swung down to the murloc still biting down in his leg and split its head in two. But he had put too much force in this swing, and the axe blade met his how flesh, and just as loudly as he had laughed a moment ago, he was now bellowing in pain.

This gave the remaining two refound vigor, and they both charged him, tackling him down to the ground. One kicked him in his wound, while the other fought with him for possesion of the axe. Jee'dup watched this helplessly, trying to work up courage to help, but he couldn't, the remaining five murlocs would see him and be on top of him before he would get two feet. But as he thought his father was now doomed, he heard another thunderous roar, and he dashed up, swinging both the fang-blade and the axe at his two attackers. One slice caught the flesh of a murlocs arm, while another hewed off a leg clean like a log. With a backwards swing fueld with hateful strength, Que'dup brought the axe down in a final swipe, decapitating the legless murloc. He let go of the axe before the head even hit the grass and slammed the knife deep into the second murlocs stomach, pushed its neck back and ripped the serrated blade towards the sky, gutting it like the fish it truely was.

Eight down.

Que'Dup was now panting heavily, and was bleeding from several deep wounds. Bite marks were scatterd from his back to his legs, and even his knuckles were bloody from slamming his fists into their flesh. But still he had the determined look as he did a moment ago, as if no claw had ever touched him. If the remaining murlocs had any common sense, they would have just turned tail and ran, but their brains were too small to know that even wounded, a father would fight the mightiest of dragons to save his child. With a strong hand, Tucking his fang-blade into his belt, Que'Dup freed the spear he used to dispatch the first murloc, and its body hit the ground with a wet thud. He bent down and pulled the axe from the other murlocs head, its blade coated with blood and thick brain matter. With axe and spear in hand, he slowly paced towards the murlocs, who in turn slowly stepped back. They would not flee so easily, even if they tried, for Que'dup would even relish killing them with their backs turned. A dead murloc is a dead murloc, regardless of how.

With a sudden flash of speed that surprised even Jee'Dup, his father flung the axe towards the group, and it impaled one in the gut. Using their initial shock, he pounced, bringing the axe down strong towards the head of another, only to miss, causing it to stick deep in the earth. Rolling with the force of the blow, Que'Dup rolled head over, removed his blade from his belt, and slashed at the tendons of one murlocs leg, snapping them like vines. It stumbled over, no longer able to control its leg, and he wrangled on top of it. As they wrestled, the remaining two joined in the melee, grabbing at any flesh, not caring if they wounded their comrad. They tumbled about, and nearly trampled onto of the wounded murloc still struggling to free itself from the spear. Seeing this, Que'Dup reached out quickly, grabbing hold of the end of the shaft, and yanked it free, ripping a long gash in the murlocs stomach, freeing its intestines from its skin. Quickly using the spear to pry one murloc off, he was able to catch is footing, and slam backwards into a tree, stunning the other two. He gripped the spear low towards the back of the shaft, taking full advantage of its length, making quick thrusts towards the three fish-men, taunting them to come near. One roared out and jumped at him, but he thrust in at a low croutch, and spear tip met its soft underbelly, and cut into its leg as well. It stumbled over, allowing an opening to the other two, who rushed at him at opposing angles.

But Que'Dup was no fool, and no newcomer to the warriors way with weapons. Using his body mass as a counterweight to the spear, he slashed left and right in swift motions, cutting into the air so fast the blade whistled as it moved. One slice caught a murloc in the throat, but it wasnt a fatal wound, but enough to send it back, but the backside swing smacked the other in the skull just past the spear tip, dazing it. Using this moment, Que'Dup sprang on it, jumping high enough to bring the spear behind him, then slammed it down hard, the blade cutting into the murlocs back, and severing its spine. Not wanting to waist time, he quickly turned face and charged the other two with his bare hands. Though still both stunned, the murlocs reacted fast, slawing and biting as their best defence. Que'dup caught one in the head with a quick punch, and brought the other down with a low kick. Grappling his massive arms around the body of the murloc like a crocolisk in a death roll, he forced its jaws wide open, brought his weight down, and slammed it down onto the fallen murloc. It tried to struggle free from its fellows sharp teeth, but Que'dup brought all his strength down, and forced its jaw closed, making it eat it's own bretheren. He stood up as the murloc struggled free of his grip and pulled out his fang-blade. Holding it up and exposing its neck, he slashed at it quickly and deep in the throat, its final breath spewing blood in the air, and threw it down this a resounding thud.

Tweleve little murlocs all dead before the troll.

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