I see orcs.
Brutal orcs from the desert ready to descend upon the farmers and peasants.
Pic 1 is their leader, the Alpha orc. He looks down on the valley from the mountain top.
Pic 3 is their standard bearer, he keeps his eyes on the alpha as a fierce gust of wind slaps at the tattered, blood signed hide.
The alpha darts glances to the standard bearer before studying the rest of his warriors for a few eternal moments.
Lingering in the rocks, the alpha waits for the tips of the setting sun to lick the next range to the west.
Once the sun rests into the bosom of the Earth, the alpha nods his head towards pics 2.
His howl starts their night time descent.
At least that's what the pics said to me.
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