The forest floor was cold a silent witness to what had transpired A lone orc scavenged his eyes gleaming with unholy intent The taste of flesh still lingered from his last kill Then a strange perfume drifted through the trees leading him to a cold embrace Her glassy gaze held no judgment only a chilling allure The orc approached his savage urge He claimed her in a unholy union The wind sighed with their illicit passion Her marble flesh ignited a savage fire within him Each impulse a testament to his insatiable hunger He savored her lifeless form The sun dipped low casting long dark figures Another warrior lay broken a grim reminder of the orc's power He shifted his hunger to a new conquest The carnal hunt never ending He reveled in the unholy splendor of his savage needs Each breath a testament to his forbidden love The orc was master over the fallen and exploited His dark reign spread through the desolate woods The forgotten echoes carried his name Wildmeats And in his shadow only rot and ruin remained