An exclaiming shout was heard on deck, one that was coarse and in a language too foreign for their unwilling passengers on board to even comprehend. None could understand these dark and scarred men as they barked to each other with their foul and blackened tongue but they've heard these creature speak their language before. Even among themselves, they seemed hostile yet they're capable of working together towards the same goal. Their features bore a pair of huge orange eyes with a bursting black star-like shape centering it, making them rather feral looking. Huge arching and crooked nose with sharp tip pointing south, centered their faces and their mouth; thin dark lips exposing rows of thick, yellow and sharp teeth which made them forever plastered with a grin. Pointed ears as huge as a man's hand peeled back over the sides of their skull and on their head were the multitude of thick and long braids. They stood taller than any average men were and their built were rugged and clearly were they marked with scars of countless brawls.
The crews rushed and occupied themselves with the docking procedures before the sound of heavy rattling chains was heard. An almost chaotic scene of curses, wild gesture and taunting yet somehow they were cooperatively functional as a team. One of them appeared, a lot meat-ier than the majority of their kind and had a nasty scar over the right eye. It barked an order and the rest began hissing to the prisoners, pulling those that were slumped back onto their feet. Some recieved a fierce backhanded slap before literally being dragged up to their feet. Chains were pulled on one end, leading them towards the docking bay.
"On yaw fitt! Moov!" one barked into the ear of a man with who'd the hue of earth.
A heavy fist was delivered into the tight abdomen before it yanked him forward with the very chain that'd bounded the man earlier. It stared into this man eyes for a moment before it grunted and began moving.
The sounds of turning locks were heard, seemingly in a hurry. It creaked opened sharply before a loud slam of thick and heavy cage hitting onto wooden deck was heard. Light flooded through the dark underdeck, blinding the occupants below momentarily. The captives below attempted to scurry away from them, a useless effort as the vile creatures landed with a thud and were already upon them. Their grins widened and their black tongue stuck out to lick teeth rather than lips. Some already started drooling as they walked passed the first few with spreaded hands brushing over the bodies.
A huge and rough hand slammed onto the head of a woman before it clawed its fingers, pulling her to a stand by the black and long tangled up hair. It's face came close to observe the face with a broken nose and one swollen eye. It chuckled before exclaiming,
"Wayk up, Beech!" and she too were dragged first towards the light of day behind the rest before joining the long line of captives which were now heading into the rich tropical forest.
Some days ago while at sea, belowdeck.
"What do they want with us?" one had whispered weakly from within the darkness and silence aside from the occasional growls and snarls within those crates.
"What are they?" the woman asked again towards the sound of a whimper.
"They're..." another began but had to pause and swallow before she resumed, "They're known as Varoogla'.. A race of marauders who gathered potential meals for... their entertainments. They're skilled trackers and warriors... I've read a lore about..." she was interupted then.
"Shh.. Please, you don't want to wake whatever it is that is here with us, do you.. Be quiet.." silence but the sound of rumbling growls resumed.
"Hey.. Where are they taking us? Do you know?" the man hissed.
"To an island.. Some crazy island.. Insanity Isle, or something.." another replied in the same tone and volume.
"To fight for our freedom.. I heard of this tale once but I thought it was mere hearsay.. I heard we'll be made to fight..."
"To fight? I'm a farmer.. I'm no fighter.."
"They'll train you.. These things loves challenges...." a breath was knocked out from the man's lungs as a Varoogla's foot stomped into his midsection.
"No tawk!" it barked.