Page 12 of Shared By Two Orcs

“Ha! You’re kidding.”

“Oh it’s true,” laughs Milug.

“Well,” I chuckle. “I can’t say I’m surprised. No orc woman would want to bed a man who cannot fight.”

“That’s probably why they were all over you back in the day.”

“Ah, those days are long gone,” I sigh. “I need not lay with a human woman. Anyway my friend, I’m off home.”

Bidding farewell to Milug, I then begin the journey home. In my mind, I ponder on the news of Duma. It’s strange to me that I caught myself thinking of a human woman, brushing off the possibility of it being reality only to find out another orc in the camp has made it happen.

Then again, someone like Duma only seemed to attract trouble for himself. In a way, I almost feel sorry for him. I’m friends with Yaghed, oftentimes having a drink with him and some of the others. Somehow though, he always manages to get on my nerves, probably because the only thing he ever brings up is his victory over Duma.

Stilol, I only wonder what the community will say now about the shamed orc. Being with a human woman is something that’s looked upon poorly within the Shattered Lands clan. Just as I reach the center, there emerges someone from a nearby corner, coming from the direction of the human residences.

I look towards the person. His height immediately gives him away as an orc. As he comes closer, I squint at him, hit with surprise when I realize who it is.

Well if it ain’t Duma,I think to myself. Although I have not conversed with Duma much, I know it’s him because of his so called ‘pretty boy’ looks, a label bestowed upon him by everyone. I know no one else in the encampment that doesn’t brandish a scar. He spots me as I come to halt, immediately darting his eyes from side to side.

“What are you looking at Yamarz?” he asks nervously.

Remembering what Milug told me a few minutes ago, I decide to poke fun at him, at his expense of course.

“An orc who can’t fight,” I growl.

Duma steps forward, crossing his brows in frustration.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hisses. “Think you’re some tough guy? Come up with something original.”

“Never mind your humiliating defeat at the hands of Yaghed,” I chuckle. “What’s this I’m hearing about you going off with a human woman?”

“What?” he snaps, his eyes widening with surprise.

“Not so quick with your sharp comebacks now, are we?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Did you really think no one would see? There’s eyes everywhere in this camp, from the gates to the residences. Word spreads fast, you should know that.”

He snarls, taking a step closer to me. I only snicker at his attempt of intimidation.

“Duma, I think you and I both know that would be a bad move for you. Trust me, don’t try it.”

“Well…” he mutters. “What’s it to you anyway? Have you got nothing better to do with your life?”

“Just the fact you have to take a human woman to get your dick wet,” I laugh, pointing a finger at him. I can tell I’m getting on his nerves from the throbbing vein in his forehead. “I’m just glad you’re smart enough to know none of our orc women would ever lay with you.”

“Ha!” exclaims Duma.

Not quite the reaction that I was expecting.

“It’s funny you say that Yamar. Do you really think you’re better than me for never touching a human woman?”

“Well… Yes.”

“Then you’re deluded just like the rest of the assholes living here. Such a shame.”

This fucker is starting to get on my nerves.

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