Chapter 468 - Wurfbog

High up in some forgotten mountains, a tall, skeletal thin figure led them up the mountain. Lord Voldemort had deathly pale skin, sunken crimson eyes with snake-like pupils. His nose had finally become flat like that of a snake with two mere slits for nostrils. His hands were long, spider-like fingers with sharp blue fingernails at the end.

Slithering at his side his trusted pet, Nagini. A green snake with a flat head with diamond patterns on her skin and as thick as a man's thigh. Vastly poisonous and most deadly. Strangely enough, his Death Eater's had taken to avoiding her. An oversight on their part as she would not bite without his express command.

Voldemort came to a halt at the foot of the great mountain, where the largest giant he had ever seen sat. Large muscular unlike the rest of the known Gurg giant clan chieftains. Most of the Gurg's are the largest, fattest, and most lazy of giants from among the giants. But this one, no this one was anything but a ferocious beast.

The larger than normal giant rose to his full height of thirty feet and stared down his large nose. Gray skinned the giant chief wore clothes made from dragon skin that he himself had hunted down. A necklace of dragon fangs and the teeth of his vanquished enemies hung around his neck.

The giant's hair was thick and black chopped at the earlobe to be kept short. Despite his long hair, no facial hair grew on his face. The giant for some reason liked to keep his face clean-shaven, an oddity among giants for sure. But then again, he was a half-giant himself. However, none of the giants ever dared to speak about it. He would kill them and eat them for sure.

"Welcome Voldemort," Gurg sneered flashing sharpened teeth that had been sharpened down to resemble shark teeth. "To what do I owe the dubious honor?"

"Greetings Wurfbog," Voldemort firmly said. "I trust you received my previous gifts?"

"Oh yes, the messengers were quite tasty as well," Wurfbog flashed a wolfish smile before the tossing the Death Eater's bones at Voldemort. The scattered remains of the Death Eaters loudly clatter onto the ground around Voldemort's feet.

Voldemort shows no emotion on his face beyond a bit of annoyance at being challenged. But no loss nor sorrow for the loss of his Death Eaters. The Death Eaters behind him either take a step back in fear or grip their wands that much tighter in anger and outrage. Ignoring the gnawed bones at his feet, Voldemort says, "And what do you think of my proposal?"

"I'll agree to it, Voldemort," Wurfbog said. "We giants have nothing to lose and all to gain the more for it. And I do enjoy the taste of human flesh be it wizarding kind or muggle kind."

The Death Eater's shuffle uneasily at Wurfbog's words as Voldemort says, "Good, then we are in agreement. But do not touch what is mine again." Voldemort said pointing his wand at the giant in emphasis. "I've killed giants before in Albania and I shan't have any trouble with you."

Wurfbog narrows his eyes and flashes his sharp teeth. "As long as your Death Eater's do not cross me, we shan't have a problem. But remember, it will take some time. I must defeat the other Gurg's in order to strengthen my army."

"I am aware that it will take you many months to gather a large substantial clan of Giants under your banner," Voldemort snapped in annoyance. "Just do not try my patience."

"Do not worry," Wurfbog flashed an evil smile as he grabbed a bloodied club from the ground. The club was easily fifteen feet long and thick as an oak tree. It was round like a club, but dragon claws had been inserted into the wooden club to make a deadly sharp weapon. "I'll pummel and kill any opponent."

"Then we shall meet at the appointed place," Voldemort said, before turning away. "And Wurfbog no attacking either the wizarding kind or muggles until the appropriate time."

"I can't be held responsible for any human or wizard that strays into our path," Wurfbog snickered. "But don't worry your pretty bald head of yours, I'll make sure they don't eat any passing village as we go along."

Voldemort purses his lips into a thin line but accepts the response. The Death Eaters follow the skeleton thin figure away as Wurfbog licks his lips. Treaty or not, it was at last time to eat again. And he would so enjoy eating those that opposed him. Their flesh tasted especially delicious.

Turning around Wurfbog lets out a hungry roar that echoes through the entire mountain. From the caves on the mountain, the giants emerge as Wurfbog cries out in giant, "WAR!"

The giants excitedly roar back, while those less inclined let out soft cries. Those less inclined were one of the tribes that had been recently taken over by Wurfbog. They had been living quite happily in their valley with plenty of deer and food to eat. But Wurfbog had come with his deadly club and easily killed their Gurg.

They would have no choice but to follow him out of the desolate mountain. Here the food was scarce, but Wurfbog wanted them under them and whether they starved or not was none of his concern. He was their Gurg and that was all that really mattered to him.

"We leave at dusk on the morrow!" Wurfbog roared, before tromping into the woods.

The giants excitedly let out a cry and followed him down the mountain. Only the elderly and the children remained behind. Those giantesses with newborns remained with their babes, while the rest of the giant women went down as well. Except for one and her family.

There was nothing particularly interesting about the giantess except that she dressed much better than most of the giantesses. Her thick salt-peppered hair was pulled back into a long braid down her back and tied with a deer leather string. The giantess's name was Fridwulfa and she had no desire to kill the humans. For dim in her memory, she still recalled the human mate who had loved her and the small babe that she had left behind. He would be a fully-grown man by now.

Fridwulfa turned to stare at her giant mate, Filfor. He was only nineteen feet tall, gray-skinned with brown hair, and a neatly cut beard to his chest. He wore clothes as she did and as did their son. Fridwulfa had chosen her mate not for his height, but for his kindness.

She was afraid to admit it, but she had been much spoiled by the human mate. She had not liked how the other male giants treated their mates nor how they pulled them by the hair when angry. No, she had chosen a rather timid giant male and he had treated her well. Their boy though was SMALL. He would never be a large giant either to her vast disappointment.

Fridwulfa turned to stare at the teenage youth at her side. Her son, Grawp is much shorter than the other giants. Many times, the other giant youths would bully him, and as would the rest of the other giants. They would not touch him in front of her as she herself was twenty-three feet tall, but still, they always did where she could not see them.

Filfor was much better spoken than most of the male giants and said, "Not happy? Why?"

"Wizards are not so weak," Fridwulfa softly said for a giant. "Many will die."

"What mate want to do?" Filfor grunted.

"Leave for safety," Fridwulfa whispered.

"Dangerous!" Filfor let out a sharp gasp. "Wurfbog not allow it!"

"We go now," Fridwulfa commanded. And not waiting for a response, she grabbed a pack of dried food from the cave and dragged her son behind them. Her giant mate whether for better or for worse ran fearfully after her.

The other giants did not pay attention to them as it was a common sight for the small family to hunt together. An unusual sight for the males typically did the hunting, but where Fridwulfa was quite powerful and clever, none dared say a word against her. Even Wurfbog held her in high esteem as Fridwulfa could build traps to catch beasts of prey such as dragons.

Their departure would not be made note of until the following dusk, when the giants gathered down below on the mountain ready for departure. Wurfbog was furious and roared to slay and eat all three of them upon finding them. Furious, he led the giants after their trail, but Fridwulfa was clever. She used the rivers and muggle towns to slow them down and hide her trail.

By the time, the giants finally reached the next giant clan they had long ago lost the trail of Fridwulfa and her family. Wurfbog could only gash his teeth in anger and lead the giants into battle. There would be plenty of time to search for the treacherous giantess and her family. There were only so many places where a giantess and her family could hide. He would find her and her family and kill them all.