Kurdan and The Sacred River - page3

The orc listens to the flow of water, the wind through the tree limbs shuffling those verdant leaves. It was all so calm. He wasn't used to being this related but something about this place eased his warriors instincts. For the first time in years he felt at peace.

Then came the sudden shock of freezing cold water running up through his what had been relaxed anus. Kurdan let out a yelp of utter surprise as he felt the water keep rushing deeper and deeper into him. He didn't know what kind of creature this was but he knew he had to get out of the river’s heart! But the wind had been knocked right out of him as that freeze radiated throughout his body, the sensation of more and more of that water violating him in such a brutal way. 

“No! I am a warrior and son of the chief! I won't be taken like some sow…!” Kurdan put all his might into getting out of these cursed waters. But his feet would not move. To his horror he watched as mud pulled down on those green feet, the suction so strong that the weakened orc couldn't escape. All the while he felt that water keep flowing into him, filling his insides, stretching those intestines with the seemingly glacial waters. 

The orc gripped his fists and let out a pained yell, what little strength he has being used up in a futile attempt to make the water stop its assault. Of course it did not work...it seemingly only emboldened whatever was happening to Kurdan. His mind was overwhelmed with sensations ranging from anger to embarrassment to shame at his situation. Anger at being caught off guard and humiliated as a warrior. Embarrassment at the thought of having to limp home and explain what had happened to the elders. Shame that he had been so prideful that he ignored teachings that had been passed down for countless generations. Fear for what this... thing was doing to him.