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The human -or, at least, she assumed so- was right, even while his words had become a futile attempt to dissuade and break the tension that flowed thick between the Goliath and the half-Orc. There was an uncontrollable loathing for the other that surged through Vah’lux that evening. But could one blame her for the emotional outburst that had been an accumulation of the last five years under the heel of Orc slavers? 

The irony of it all, however, was that the pseudo-giant woman who hailed from an honorable race of hunters, warriors, gatherers, traders, healers, and peacekeepers was exhibiting [i]exactly[/i] the behavior of what those on the outside of her tribe and culture assumed she was. The very things she accused Gorosk of...

Had she in fact become the mindless and soulless beast the villagers and sentinels whispered about? The woman who, while strong of mind and body, was also fair, justice, and friendly to those who did not pose a threat to her or her kind. Had she simply lost who she once was to the evils of the world? It was no question that the Goliath’s nomadic lifestyle, while keeping them rooted to the lands they occupied for brief time periods, also kept them rather isolated from the rest of the kingdoms and cultures throughout, only choosing to trade with very few races for goods and services. In the grand scheme of things, Vah’lux truly had a lot to learn about the world and it’s creatures, whether great or small. 

She noticed Gorosk’s dimly lit frame stepping away from the cell door, toward the back, where line of sight was lost to her at that point. It was as though the “abomination” had chosen the way of peace rather than to continue such a waste of words as it had become.

The Goliath too stepped away from the cell door and allowed a drawn out breath to escape through her nose, thereby releasing the last vestiges of anger for the moment. She then proceeded to sit on the muddied pile of hay which was just too small to lay on due to her size, and leaned back against the cold stone wall, drawing her knees up close and bowing her head.

“Kavaki, sovereign father of our people.” Closing her tired eyes, she began to whisper in her native language of Gol-kaa. “May your spirit guide me from this place as your children do not belong in cages. I have been caged for far too long as you know. What is your will for your vessel? What is my purpose?...”