Page 39 of Lost to the Orcs

Ay sit on 'he bench where my tribe takes ouer meals. Ay watch her. Her mouth wide as she laughs an’ giggles with Burgrol. He is massive compared t’her. Envious o' U’s an’ Ay. Bu’ only in a way that he wishes he could have ‘he same. She is so kind. So sweet. Ay...donnae know if it be an act. If she weel change. Just like her. Like Sumira. What would Ay do? If she did? What would U’snar do? My—ouer son? My heart clenches in fear. As Ay stare at her, Ay see another an’ Ay flinch.

Swallowing, Ay stand, fleeing. Ay cannae, weelnae see her like that. Ay rush out. Away. Away. Somewhere. Anywhere.

Ay find Narod. Sitting in his rooms while he is in 'he belly o' 'he An'Tsirga. He stares at me an’ stands. Leavin’ his snark an’ his jokes at 'he door.

We walk t' 'he arenas an’ spar. Spar ‘til am bruised. ‘til we’re both bleedin’. ‘til am numb an’ 'he memories o' her, all o' her, doesnnae sting as bad. Ay migh’ no’ feel what Ay felt for her afore. But 'he pain o’ what she did? T’ my precious Ti’lask? That pain weel fore'er haunt me.

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Ay watch her while visitin’ 'he neighborin’ Towns in hopes o' making peace between ouer peoples.

Her eyes entrance me like leaves o'he moss in ‘he deepest o' caves an' skin thatlooks more smooth than polished stone. Her hair is brilliant an' shines like light over water. From around 'he town an' around her father’s home, Ay watch her. She is so beau’iful.

An' she sees me. She watches me as Ay watch her. Looking. Longing. Beautiful.

T’night Ay weel take her. T’night. We finish this dance an' Ay weel steal her away from her world. Enclose her in mine.

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La’er that phase, Ay open her window t’ find her sittin’ on her bed. Bag packed. She is ready. “Sumira.” Her name is a breath o' fresh air an' Ay need it basting my tongue.

“We could have been gone hours ago! Let’s go!” Her ire rises because she wishes t' be with me. Because she is excited.

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She wishes t’ steal a horse from her parents. Ay donnae wish for their ire an' negate her whines. If she wishes Ay weel carry her t'he mountain. An' Ay do. A long tiring week but Ay enjoy her company. Her excited wonder. Her delights in 'he “mundane”.

Ay ignore little annoyances. She weel get used t' them. We donnae have all those fanciful things she had in her large oppressive building. Her old home. For 'he mountain, my home, myself are her new one.

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She wishes us t' claim her. Ay wish t' claim her. T' love her. For her t' be ours an' ours alone. As my father was t' my dam. Ay wish it with all that Ay am.

An' she becomes mine. Mine t' hold. T’ fill with my seed. Ay wish t' have a kit. For her t' cherish him as she cherishes my heart. Ay weel name him after her as my sire named me after my own dam. Umir. Yes. That weel be his name. Good, strong name. Like his strong mother.

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“Why is it always so bloody cold in this place?” She snaps with disgust lacing her tongue.

“Do ye need moar furs my heart?” Ay offer, standing up t' get some.

She rolls her eyes. “I have plenty. What I need is proper clothing. Not hand-me-downs sewn by children.” She flicks her fingers away from her top like it were covered in filth.

“Orclings donnae sew.” Ay frown at this jibe. She doesnae make them often but they still hurt. These are my people. We wouldnae put orclings t' work. A skillthey learn as they wish but it is no’ something we put them up t’.

Another eye roll. She really is upset this day. Mayhap Ay give her a reason t' smile? With a hooded gaze, Ay drop down on my hands an' knees. Crawling t'ward her with wicked intent. When Ay get in reach o' her she lifts a foot an' shoves my shoulder. I’m surprised enough t' tumble.

“I’m not in the mood Jaedason.” Ay frown. No matter how oft Ay ask, she has ne'er addressed me as Jae. Ay wish her t'. It is a gift. But she is reluctant, maybe?

Ay sit up. Getting as close t' her as she weel let me, “Speak t’me Sumira. Tell me, what weel make ye ‘appy?”

Her eyes flash with so many dark emotions, for a moment Ay am afraid. But then it is clear an' Ay am relieved. “I am cold, I am bored. The sex is great. But that’s all it is. With U’snar gone, it is even more so.” She looks me up an’ down. “You are beginning to grey Jaedason. You’re not exactly as young as you once were.”

Ay frown again. I’m no' sure Ay understand. But Ay know if Ay ask, it weel only spark her annoyance. Ay have learned that my Sumira despises ‘in-com-pit-ence’ as she says. Ignorance. Idiocy. She would sneer an' ask if Ay were simple. Ay donnae like when she does this. But she is my heart. She does no' mean it t'be cruel. She has learned t' read an' write her human tongue where Ay have no’. She knows more words than Ay in this strange language. She is so much more than I.

So Ay donnae ask. Ay nod. As if Ay understand.

“You do not want me unhappy?” Ay shake my head. None in their right mind would e'er wish their mates unhappiness. She smiles. 'he biggest most beau’iful smile Ay have e'er seen. Yes. This is what Ay want. “Let me play with other Orcs.” Play? Playing is for Orclings. She wishes t' play games? “Ay want to see if the hubbub is just you and U’snar or all Orcs.”

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