These two-faced abominations, born by the mingling with humans and creatures after generations of inbreeding, in a goal to achieve a powerful warrior to be free from oppression from humans, as these once harmonious, now wildly violent orcs are led by the elder orc Turg'gen, a vengeful shaman who is mercilessly taking what he can to gain the perfect warrior. Nevertheless, as these orcs grew in numbers, day by day, they became ruthless, and one day they gained what they asked for. A war machine that is human-like in appearance yet has green blood running through her veins, as if her body has a Valkyrian physique and her muscles are defined yet compact, due to the natural generation of orc muscle mass. She may look small compared to regular orcs, but her strength is beyond that of a dozen orcs, and her speed is as fast as their dire wolves. She is as durable as their Orcen armor, able to withstand blades, and can survive in the wilderness, even on missions, without food for months. Though she still has the same appetite as any orcs. As great as her feats are, there is one unsettling feature that she bears that even some of the orcs are terrified of. Her eyes are red like the orcs'; however, they glow bright with an ominous aura. It is said she can see prey without her sense of smell and can see as far as their spy glasses can. What she is and what she does is pure nightmare fuel in the eyes of those who aren't like her. Even as she does as Turg'gen wishes, there are always times when she is seen to be more brutal than these orcs. A day and a life among these orcs is like having the Grim Reaper walking amongst them, with an attitude of stubborn pride and with a short-fused temper. Py'ara the Shrieker, the crazy powerhouse in one small figure, the leading cause for the upbringing of her tribe in conquering territories and driving out humans from their land. She has a habit of announcing herself before and after the damage is done, at times. As prideful as she is now, however powerful she thinks she is. It's only the beginning…
Darkness. Void and the reverberating sound of a high-pitched hum surround. Exposed to the elements, in the middle of a vast space, lying asleep. Py'ara is quietly sleeping, though she has a furrowed brow, seeming to be in an uncomfortable state. She attempts to move but is unable; she is locked in place. Then the silent hum is broken by a voice, which calls upon Py'ara as she hears the deep whisper in her ear, "Seek me." Chills run down her whole body, and she clenches her teeth in response to the unknown voice. It calls out, "I want you." as everything fades, engulfed in the pitch-black space. The sound of the environment fades back in. The sound of orcs arguing, the faint clanging of metal, the scraping of blades, and the laughter of orc children in the distance. Py'ara quickly sits up in a cold sweat, gasping for air, then she feels a sharp pain in her head, then grunting in pain, she holds her head with her hands as she squeezes tightly as the wave of pain sets in. She whispers to herself, "What the hell was that…?" She pauses, "No.. WHO was that…?" pondering with a headache, a draft flows in, while multiple weapons hung all over rattle and clang as there is a shadow from outside her tent's opening. She quickly grabs a throwing axe nearby and flings it fast at the shadow. The axe chings back, flipping back inside. Stepping into the tent is Py'aras brother, Bur'ron. He comes in smirking, "You really are crazy, attacking your own kind now, are we? Let alone your own brother?" holding a plate of meat, before walking up to her, he kicks the axe aside, then steps closer and sits on her bed. Annoyed, she says, "Says the one that walks in on people while they're still naked, you shameless fool. Also, it's a surprise you're able to hunt for food this early. Does that mean you're trying to challenge me?" She stares at him with a creepy grin. He throws the piece of meat at her face, and it wetly slaps her face. She sighs deeply, veins on her head start to pump, and she shakes out of pure annoyance, taking off the piece of meat and putting it aside. Suddenly, she grabs Bur'ron's nape as he is eating, and he almost chokes, though he swallowed it before Py'ara grips tighter as she looms behind him. Smiling aggressively as she says, "You just don't know your boundaries, you little worm you." Her hand slowly gripping tighter, "This amount of ignorance wouldn't be tolerated, I would've killed you the moment that piece of meat landed on my face… You're fortunate to be my brother…" As Bur'ron sarcastically yelps while laughing, teasing his sister more as he says, "AHH!- HAHAhaaaaa- HAHHA- Noooo, please don't kill meee." the pain of her grip is unbearable, but Bur'ron still will happily tease Py'ara. He knows deep down she has a soft spot for him, but the next second, she shoves him off her bed, "Could you at least beat into your head that your sister is to be respected? You're a nuisance." She picks up the piece of meat she set aside, she sniffs it, and says, "Good, you finally caught a Hentousor (a female chicken-like dinosaur) without nearly dying or even needing my help." Eating the Hentousor meat in one bite, and chews slowly, and speaks while doing so, "Of course, who else could teach you how to do it but me, who did you utilize to pull it off?" he rubs his neck, swaying his head to relieve the pain, then after he puts the plate on the floor and setting it aside with his foor, striking a confident pose, chest up, arms bent out and fist to his waist with dumb looking smile, "I was able to capitalize on Oro's strength, Me's speed, and Ra's traps, all done by my leadership! HAHA!" Py'ara lightly claps in applause as she looks at her older brother, proud of what he has done. "I applaud thee for he has successfully executed the plan I made for him." She sarcastically utters before being interrupted by Bur'ron, "Tsk tsk tsk, I implemented my own part of the plan, and it all absolutely went swimmingly!" She looks him up and down, noticing bandages on his arm and the trembling of his right leg. She raises a brow at him, "Really? So nothin' would hurt if I hit you with a club?" She sighs in disappointment, "I won't, but it's obvious enough that something went wrong." Embarrassed, he kneels with his head bowed. "Look, I did your plan again, but I messed up the timing, AGAIN, and a lot of us got hurt… But that's where I came back in to make things right again." She leans back on her arms, her unclothed body covered by fur blankets, and she replies in a soft tone, "Right, but aren't you eating now? Aren't the troops alive and eating as well? You did your job right this time, brother. As the captain of the village guard? Hunting with only battle experience? That's impressive for your second time; at the very least, you improved quickly." Bur'ron giggles for a moment. He fixes his posture, hands on his hips, and smiles, looking away from her. "Heh… You're right, though I put our troops in harm's way, I could've failed and lost one of our own…" Py'ara groans and throws her cushion at him, knocking him back and to the floor from the sheer force of her throw. "Could you not think about what COULD'VE happened? Instead, think about how you did in that predicament? You did your job, little brother. Hunting is never easy, but you've done your job nonetheless." Lying down with a cushion on his face, Bur'ron listened and breathed deeply for a moment. He takes off the cushion to breathe properly, then reaches for a piece of meat from the plate on the floor to eat. As he slowly chews, the sound of fleshy chewing makes Py'ara impatient, "Hoy, are you not going to speak? Do not make me get up from this bed unclothed so I can throw you across the camp." Bur'ron swallows, sits up, and speaks, "You're right, I'm thinking too much about it. What's done is done, and I must learn from it. Thank you, sister." "Damn right, thank me, none of you would live long if it weren't for me. Now get your ugly green mug out of here. I have to clothe myself, unless throwing you out is still an option." Bur'ron chuckles. It's rare to have this type of moment with his sister, and as he rises, he picks up the plate of meat and puts it on a seat, "Alright, I won't overstay my welcome, I'll wait for you outside." He walks out into the light behind the heavy curtains. Py'ara lets out a heavy sigh, but feels something weird in that moment, a talk with her brother so casual, unusual; nevertheless, she gets out of bed and reaches up high, stretching till her body shakes from tension and makes her groan softly. She picks up the plate of meat, then looks at the curtains, thinking to herself that her brother's actions are strange. She begins to take a deep whiff of the meat before her, licking her lips while smiling, knowing it's roasted and seasoned by their favourite cook in the whole tribe. Mouth wide open, she devours it all and licks the plate for any excess flavour, and throws the plate behind her. She burps, satisfied by the taste, but is still feeling famished from one plate, all the more reason to get ready. After wiping her face, she begins to suit up: first, rags to cover her chest and lower region; second, lighter tunics with chain mail; and lastly, thick armour pieces covering vital areas. With her gear complete, thoughts went through her mind, it'll be another day of serving her people, people who fear her. She shakes it off and grunts, if they want to be safe, they'll have to tolerate a creature like her. Ready, she starts walking out towards the curtains. In those few moments, her ear started to ring, and her vision blurred for a moment, as a sudden wave of pain in her head and heaviness in her chest made her stumble a little. Strange, a powerful orc feels this sort of weakness. She brushes it off and draws the curtains to the outside.