Blue Horde

<p>The Blue Horde's soldier Murat reminded Naz of an obese Caspian seal with mange a delipidated upright freezer with a patchy beard Brutus' stupider and eviler twin brother. His head was shaved into a crew cut like a dog's chewed-up and spit upon tennis ball. He had eyes liked stewed teabags skin the colour of old newspaper ears like the handles of a rugby trophy distended and with more hair in and on them than a wild pig. There was a scar running down his cheek that looked like the two pieces had been joined with a welding torch. His teeth were yellow and stained crooked half of them stainless steel crowns and fillings.</p><p> </p><p>Complete the portrait with grey-black stubble littered over acne scars like the ice on the Ural River just after spring breakup. It smelled like he was hoarding a sack of goose shit under a stinking sweatshirt that looked like it had been washed in an ashtray. The stink of body odour - deadly like with most sub-humans - stuck on him like lesions on a leper. There was something hard and unformed about him like a man who had grown up forced to eat gravel and had a soul full of ashes to match.</p><p> </p><p>Naz scanned the walking Douglas Fir tree for crude prison tattoos and her suspicions were confirmed. If this - what? Man didn't describe him -- wasn't vor then he was only a short droshky ride away.</p>