Just decided Cidhna Mine's Borkul the Beast needs a bit of a fanfic.
Hopefully you'll enjoy!
!WARNING! MAY/WILL INCLUDE SMUT, ROUGHNESS & BDSM (plus hints/mentions of cannibalism)
Madanach had many children with his wives, before the Markarth Incident.
When Reachmen's short dominion of the Reach ended in blood and steel, sending survivors hiding into the hills, some of Madanach's offspring were caught. They were executed of course, as anyone else who was seen as a comrade of the savages, despite of their age, profession or personal views.
More of Madanach's children died at the hills, either by the hard nature, the disarray of the Forsworn or by being caught. More and more perished, until just few was left from the brood.
So when the King in Rags broke out of notorious Cidhna Mine, wrecking havoc through the city, spilling the blood of its inhabitants, one of his objectives was to gather his children back together. They were his blood and flesh after all, his heirs and so the future of the Forsworn.
Four was found, although one died on their way to him, to Druadach Redoubt.
Now just three children of Madanach remained.
Oldest was a son, Redvir the Stag, skilled with swords and already leading own group of Forswon at north near Solitude's border.
Second oldest was a daughter, Muae, apprentice of a Forsworn matriarch at Dead Crone Rock.
And the youngest, also a daughter, was Eala the Man-Eater from Falkreath's border.
Despite of disparity on the distances, all three arrived to Druadach Redoubt at the same time. Redvir with five warriors. Muae with two and another witch. And Eala with just one Forsworn.
"My children!" Madanach had greeted, yet hadn't hugged none of them, looking closely through each of them with critical eye.
Redvir seemed like a true Forsworn, strong and quick, the fire in his eyes burning bright.
Tall and mystic Muae looked calmly down at her father, remembering just little bits of him before the Incident. The King in Rags has aged much while in the mines...
Then was Eala, who back then had been just an infant, curious of the old man in front of her, who's freedom had quaked the whole Reach to its core.
Madanach's impression of each of his children varied, yet he didn't show any negatives outside as he smiled at the trio. Telling that he, as the leader of Forsworn, was back.
And things will be changing. The Reach shall be theirs, ruled by Reachmen once again, as he would start getting Forsworn organized to drive out the invaders. The blood of the outsiders shall be the payment for Forsworn's freedom and right to rule the Reach!
All Forsworn in the cave roared in agreement, weapons raised for their king, all but three. The children of Madanach watched silently at their father, pondering his words.
Eala the youngest was first to step forward, smile on her face.
"So be it, father, as you say. Though only heard of you, I can't wait for the change you shall bring with the reign of yours."
Glancing at her little sister, Muae stepped forward next: "As she says, our king, new reign of Forsworn shall come. Though I wish with humbleness, that I may help your rebellion by my own way, from Dead Crone Rock, studying under the matriarch Drascua's watch."
Last to step forward was Redvir.
The Forsworn man squinted his eyes at the older one.
"I, father, in turn, do not wait for your reign."
Heavy silence fell.
"You have been gone for too long, King in Rags. You are old and weak, you served the Nords, if only to trick them. But you sold your dignity by doing so. And now you come, call us to you, and expect us to kneel just because you say so?"
The Reachman turned, challenging everyone around with his gaze.
"Forsworn's way is not for the weak who rule from the shadows! Not to those who bow to the Nord dogs! I, Redvir the Stag, shall challenge Mad-!"
"If you want to challenge him in duel, you need to get through me first", a rumbling voice cut off the challenger.
All eyes turned to an Orc, approaching through the group of Forsworn who had escaped with Madanach from their imprisonment. The Orsimer was taller than anyone else in there, powerful looking with intimidating face paint symbolizing death. He walked past the three children, half-blind gaze bullying the son as the Orc settled next to Madanach.
The leader of Forsworn spoke before anyone else could: "Thank you Borkul, for defending me. But I wouldn't wish to end my only son's life now, as I have him and my other children with me at last. And beside, it is not time for us to quarrel among us, not anymore!"
"Father or not, I am not backing off with my challenge!" Redvir shouted, glaring at the Orc and then at his father. "We will fight now, to the death! For the leadership of the Forsworn, your and my men as the witnesses! Either you as my opponent, or the pig!"
Redvir's warriors shouted their approval, confident of their leader.
"Idiots, all of them", Muae mumbled her annoyance, leaning aside with hand on her hip. A witch next to her nodded agreement.
"Could be fun to watch", Eala however whispered to her. "Can't say Redvir doesn't deserve to be ripped apart by that beast."
Muae's black painted lips slightly twisted into a smile.
"Sad, as he is our only brother now. But I guess you have a point..."
Holding back sigh of irritation, Madanach felt sorrow to loose his only son. Redvir seemed like a true leader, having the loyalty of the warriors he came with and being unyielding at his objectives. And a strong warrior he also seemed to be.
Yet, even the bravest wolf shall die quickly and pitifully, if not aware of the bear it harasses.
Looking up to Borkul the Beast, seeing the eagerness for violence, the old Reachman said with low voice: "Borkul... You can kill him. But as he is my son, do not humiliate him."
Looking at the Forsworn leader, the Orc smiled wickedly.
"It's up to him, how hard he falls. Tough or soft meat, he'll show which one he is."
"So what gives you the idea, you can survive the Orc, brother?" Muae asked while approaching the man with their little sister, both Forsworn women looking Redvir with skepticism. The Reachman readying for the fight, securing his gauntlets made from stag's skin and bones.
"Well he's big, I give him that", Redvir started, lifting his swords. "And surely he has taste for blood, that's why I guess he's called Borkul the Beast."
The Reachman whirled swords in his hands, showing off while glancing at the direction of the Orsimer.
The half-naked Orc just stood there, waiting, with no weapons and the only real armor on him being pair of iron gauntlets.
"But a mindless beast is easier to kill, than a real warrior", Redvir smiled to his sisters.
Muae scoffed, shaking her head.
Eala though stepped forward and reaching gave a kiss onto her brother's cheek.
"Then I'll be waiting for your victory brother. It seems your opponent is blind by his right eye, so try keeping on that side."
Playfully tilting little sister's chin up, Redvir smiled down at her: "I won't take advantage of his weakness. Scheming is for those who have no strength of their own."
"He is gonna die, isn't he", Eala asked from her older sister, as they watched Redvir stepping into the circle formed by Forsworn to fight Borkul the Beast.
"You are smart what comes to men, sister. What do you think?" Muae said, whispering then something to her witch companion. The strange woman nodded, whispering back about organs and ingredients.
The younger Forsworn smiled sweetly, watching as their father announced the duel to begin: "He's more of a ravager than a leader. He would be an excellent, obedient Briarheart, if only dead could be turned. Don't you think so?"
The Forsworn witch smiled at her sister: "We shall see. If father let's me take brother's body to Dead Crone Rock for testing."
"I'll help you with talking to him. Father seems like a man of logic and efficiency, what comes to strengthening Forsworn."
"...You will get along with father", Muae said with softer voice, looking from wondering Eala at fighting Redvir.
It could be said Madanach's son was not confident without evidence to back his belief. He fought like a true Forsworn, a cutting whirlwind dancing around his opponent. Using the magic in his blood to increase the damage of his bone swords. Bleeding the Orc who without weapons tried to catch the Reachman.
Finally Borkul the Beast was down. A bleeding, panting giant on his knees.
"And with this victory", Redvir started as he stepped closer, readied his sword to cut down the Beast's head. "I, Redvir the Stag, shall lead us!"
The Orsimer grasped onto the striking hand, stopping the deadly blow. Straining himself the Orc rose, jumping with such speed that he took Redvir off guard. Grasping the Forsworn's head with bare hands.
"You flaunt too much, fawn", Borkul rumbled as he crushed the man's head with a noise that echoed through the stunned crowd.
"Well that just great" Muae muttered bitterly. "Without a head there's no way to try the transformation."
"Oh don't sulk", Eala said, enjoying a massage from her escort as part of the crowd cheered for Madanach's win. "I'm sure you'll find all kinds of other uses for his body."
In his private tabernacle, Madanach looked at his son's body on a table.
The leader of Forsworn disapproved how the Orc had ended Redvir, as the Reachman's disfigured face still bled onto the stone floor. And the old man also mourned, even if not showing it outside. He hadn't wanted to sent Redvir to death, he had tried not to, but the son had been an idiot enough to force Madanach.
Even if this was a way to get rid off of the useless, risky ones who could danger the plans for Forsworn dominion... Redvir still had been his son. His only son.
So Madanach bend over to kiss his child's bloody face, whispering how proud he had been of the boy.
"We would like to talk to the King", Muae expressed her demand to the Orc, who stood in front of the tent's doorway and so was blocking them.
"Madanach doesn't want to be disturbed right now", Borkul growled, folding arms across his naked chest. With the Forsworn upper body-armor it got easily hot for him.
"Oh, we understand he is mourning after our brother", the younger sister smiled up to him. "But as father surely will understand, we need to act as quickly as we can that Redvir's body can be put to use for the greater good."
The Orsimer huffed, sneering though it could be his tusks just deformed his expressions.
"You'll use your own brother for your witch things", he sounded disapproving however.
Eala smirked: "I think it would be more honorable to him, than how you played him."
Borkul, still not cleaned himself of blood and still having untreated wounds, deepened his glower at the remark.
"Let my daughters in", sounded the order from inside the tabernacle. Staring at the still smiling, younger daughter of Madanach, the Orc slowly stepped aside.
"Thank you, Borkul", the woman with dark auburn hair said while going in with her older sister.
Stepping back into his place, the Orsimer looked at the sisters' escorts who were left to wait. Couple of Forsworn warriors and a witch. He especially glowered at the magical caster.
Inside the tent, the daughters of Madanach bowed to their father, before Eala stepped closer and offered a hug.
The old Reachman looked for a second, before with a smile hugged his youngest one.
"It is so good to finally meet you father", Eala chirped, pulling back from him: "Though a less bloody first meeting would have been better, but the most important thing is, that you are free now."
"I am happy to hear you think so", Madanach nodded, looking at his now oldest child.
Muae offered a polite smile: "Yes, it will be interesting to see what you have in mind, father. But I have a request concerning Redvid's body."
"You want to use him for your magic, I heard", Madanach nodded again, half-turning towards the body. "He is my son though, and your brother. Even if he made wrong choice to challenge me, he needs to be respected as a warrior."
"Redvid is still just a dead body now, father. He'll be far more useful as a test subject, than scattered around the wild in pieces or burned."
"Actually, could I speak between?" Eala cautiously stepped between her sister and her father, glancing at each of them.
Madanach nodded as also did Muae.
"Thank you", the youngest Reachman acknowledged and begun: "I agree with both of you, father and sister. Redvid deserves to be put into rest with honor and dignity. And I think Muae's suggestion, though a bit bluntly put, does honor him."
Walking towards the body, Eala walked behind the table.
"We Forsworn are warriors, as the times demand. But we also are hunters, our spirits close to the nature of the Reach, Hircine the God of hunt as one of our deities."
The Forsworn woman settled a soft look down at the dead one.
"And as now the Stag of Reach has fallen, the hunt ended, it would honor him and our ways, that we use the quarry as best as we can."
Two fingers brushing across Redvid's bloody face, Eala lifted them to her own. Painting a red line from cheek to cheek, smiling lips redder.
Then Eala the Man-Eater looked at her sister and father.
"Muae shall honor Redvid the Stag and use his body, nothing to be wasted. And at the same Madanach's son shall give his final, honorable effort at helping Forsworn's rebellion", she walked back to them, looking from face to face with optimism.
"I think that would be the best solution, giving each of you what you see as the best action, don't you agree?"
After giving a quick thought, Muae nodded: "It wasn't like I was going to waste any of him, but as you put it Eala, Redvid deserves to give final effort to help our cause and make our magic stronger."
Now both daughters looked at Madanach, who thoughtfully looked back at his children.
"...As is our way, we honor the Hunt."
"So, did you have fun?" Muae asked, as her companions secured the iced body onto back of a horse outside the cave.
There was still a lot of time before the sun would start settling down.
"Oh yes, I do love being a bit theatrical. You were amazing do settle the stage for me", Eala giggled in delight. Then tilting her head pondered: "Though do you think the blood was too much?"
The robed woman huffed, smirking: "It's not the dirtiest thing you have put near nor in your mouth."
Eala laughed, her sister snickering.
"By the way, now as you have your new toy to play, can I ask something in return?"
"I guess you can, what is it? Need a new set of potions?"
"Oh no, I still have enough. I hoped you could give me a piece of Redvid before you leave. Just a piece of meat is enough."
"And what would you do with that", Muae questioned brow arching.
"Honor our ways of course", Eala innocently answered.
Sighing, shaking her head the older one looked at the body.
"Piece from his thigh then. The magic will keep it from rotting for two days, so don't wait with it for too long."
"Thank you sister!"
Cutting the piece and covering it with some leather, Muae gave the package to the other. Some concern were evident on her features.
"You sure you wanna stay here Eala? Father sounded like he's gonna be busy with things, and it can get dangerous."
The shorter Forsworn woman shrugged, keeping the given piece close to her chest.
"Do not worry sister, I am interested to get to know father. And see if I'll find a new playmate from these warriors."
"...You mean that Orc", Muae sighed with realization.
"You can't say you are not interested of an Orsimer being among us", Eala defensively said, leaning closer: "And this one seems like a real dominant one, with brains."
"Does your current playmate know he's gonna be dismissed?"
"I have time for that. And he is a good warrior, so he'll quickly find something else to do when father starts putting his plan into motion."
"Yes, father's plan... Try not to get too much caught into his ideas. Some groups have become more independent than I like."
"I know Muae: always keep two outways in your den."
"And no hunter shall trap you."
As the oldest and second child of Madanach was bid goodbyes, Muae leaving with her group and with the body of Redvid, Madanach turned to look at his youngest one.
"It is good to have you beside me, Eala. We shall talk tomorrow, as I believe we both need to attend to more urgent matters today."
"As you say father", the woman hugged the Forsworn leader: "Hopefully I will be useful to you, though my magic isn't as powerful as Muae's and I'm not as strong as Redvid was."
The leader of Forsworn smiled, petting the redhead: "Your knowledge of the Reach and our groups will surely be treasured, my daughter. War and peace are never won by force alone."
Later, as night had fallen outside, at the cave's lower level Borkul kneeled. With his hands he started cupping water from a running stream to finally clean off the blood. Rubbing and scratching the dirt off he reminisced...
Of how the Reachman had been so sure of his victory, playing with magic and waving swords around. Then that light of absolute terror in those eyes, as Borkul squished that head. How satisfying it had felt crushing that skull with his hands and seeing the liquid pouring out from every hole.
"What's so funny?"
Smile disappeared from the chuckling Orc, gaze swiftly focusing onto person behind. He glared at Madanach's youngest child, as she stood over three feet away from him. Looking curiously.
Bluntly Borkul ignored Eala, cupping water and pouring it onto his left upper arm. He tensed, listening while continuing to bath in his long leather trousers. The woman walked around the Orc, settling on the other side of the stream in front of him, which was not that far away.
"What do you want?" he grumbled, halting for a moment to look.
She had Madanach's features: narrow face, with the man's silver eyes, sharp and exploratory. But then she had slightly pointed ears and long reddish brown hair in a messy, half open bun.
"Just curious of you", she answered, truthfully, sitting in her Forsworn armor, more covering than females' usually were. "You are the only Orc among Forsworn, so I am wondering your reasons."
Borkul chuckled, continuing his cleaning: "There's no mystery in that. You people are real good at spilling blood, so I decided to tag along."
"So you always have been killing things?"
"Ever since I was born", he smirked at her, then frowned.
"Something wrong?" Eala tilted her head, as the Orc's only seeing dark eye studied the woman's otherwise tidy face. Except for uneven, faint red line crossing her mouth.
"Borkul?"
"Hrmp", he muttered while looking down, wiping off the last of dried blood and then stood up.
Turning away he was however stopped from leaving, as the woman jumped right in front him. Staring up to Borkul with a slight frown.
"What is it?" she kept asking, demanding tone creeping into her voice.
Her pretty eyes widened as the Orc seized her throat with a large hand.
Borkul the Beast didn't strangle the woman, though he lifted her a bit off the ground, bringing her face closer to his. She kept completely still, staring at him with confusion as he tilted his face nearer.
Flat nose of the Beast sniffed the red stain on the woman's face, the man immediately recognizing the coppery scent.
Eala breathed sharply as she felt the Orc's tongue swiping across her lips, instantly her hands on the sharp angles of his hips. Nails gripping onto hard muscles.
Heated growl rose from Borkul who tasted the blood and felt the intense hold, his eyes closing and opening again. Seeing thick need in those silver eyes and feeling hot panting from the woman who he was lightly dangling by throat. Such an eager one for him.
But this one in heat was Madanach's daughter.
So Borkul dropped the woman who staggered on her feet, leaving her coldly there before anyone saw.
Eala looked after the Orc, left with pulsing demand and hunger for the bold power he had shown. How dared he leave her like this?! After rudely grasping and tasting her? She was gonna hunt his green ass down and make him pay double!
Seeing her personal Forsworn warrior approaching, Eala licked her lips, waiting for the man come to her.
"Our tents have been set up", the Reachman informed, bowing his head.
Eala nodded shortly, smiling first courteously: "Thank you Moch."
And then she glide hand over her lower stomach, as she commanded: "Now go back, and wait for me in my tent. Pick any toy you would like me to use this time."
Excited smirk spreading on bearded face the Forsworn bowed more deeply before following her orders.
Moch wasn't as impressive as Borkul, and he has become more docile, Eala pondered while watching her warrior going.
But at the moment she needed someone under her, someone who gave it to her as she wanted it.