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214Gunmouth » The orcs peered at her for a moment, rough faces entirely ey gestured at her with their thick hands or weapons. In their loud bouts of orchish, Meviahd caught the word 'ogar'. 'Kill.' Her stomach rose into the back of her throat again.
Warcraft, M, English, Romance & Drama, chapters: 26, words: 78k+, favs: 220, follows: 219, updated: 1/20/2013 published: 11/23/2009, Troll, Night Elf
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