I was six when it happen. You see I was minding my own fucking business.
Fresh of a hunt where I gather enough meat and wild veggies to have a 1-man feast. When I bumped into a young orc female.
She looked around 10 or 14 years human standards which probably meant she was 9 in orc age.
She looked fairly pretty I mean for an orc. Her expression was of normal orcs, however.
"Watch where you're fucking going welp!" her expression was of angry righteous rage.
"Fuck off I don't have time for you!" I replied not wanting to waste by apologizing. That gets you seen as weak and weak Orcs are the first to die.
"Damned Welp!" she roared in anger making me use Observe on her.
Kadia Daughter of Ladia
Level: 40
'Who the fuck was Ladia?' I thought to myself as the orcess punched me in the jaw.
It was dazing sure but not unbearable. I replied in kind sending a haymaker to her body.
She grunted in pain as my strength made itself known. I continued to punch her this time in the face as she bent over because of my punch.
She grabbed my hand and made dangle up my fist her smile said it all. I quickly made her stop with a whip-like kick to the jaw.
"FUCKING WELP!" she roared "I'LL KILL YOU!" threats empty threats.
"Try it you dumb cunt!" I roared back as she tried to give me another haymaker only to stop because someone grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. I was beginning to bolt when I ran into a set of abs and was grabbed like a sack of potatoes.
"FUCKING CUNT!" I roared at her when we were face to face "IF I DIE I'LL MURDER YOUR TRIBE AND YOUR LOVED ONES!"
"AHAH TRY IT YOU DUMB WELP!" her face of glee was so enraging "I BET YOU WON'T SCRATCH FATHER!"
"By our saviour balls Shut up both of yOU!" the two carrying us said with a displeased tone "Fucking cunt had us running ragged and we caught you fighting a mutt."
"Not a mutt!" I said prideful making Kadia and the others look at me "I'm THE mutt!"
"Ahaha!" Kadia laughed hard making me snarl "Dumb welp thinks that's something to be proud of!"
"Both Shut up!" the carriers said already annoyed enough "I hear one more word from either Damn the consequences I leave you in the slave pits and Geld the boy!"
We both wisely shut up glaring at the other with rage.
I was then dumped in front of a large Orc and his mate.
Yeah surprised me too both Orcs are mostly monogamous. Some exceptions are made for the Highest Ranking Orcs which have harems and captured, reave and pillaged so much their names are bedtime stories for children.
"Ladia who is this mutt welp?" the female asked with a displeased look.
"He is an unnamed Welp mutt!" she glared at me with hate which I replied in kind.
"Says the Cunt That was losing to this Unnamed Welp Mutt!" I admit taking a perverse joy in her trembling hands shaking from rage.
"Kadia Control yourself." the orc said with a glare she quiet down but still glared at me "And you boy watch your tongue she is my daughter."
I turned to look at him and saw a wall of muscle breathing. His tusks were so big and his hair was the blackest I ever saw.
"Tch," we tch'ed because we were still angry over the other.
"Kadia tell us why?" the mother said meaning I had a chance to Observe the 2.
Ladia The Reaver
Level: 300
Title: Great Reaver of the South
Ela Raven Feathers
Level: 320
Title: Shaman of the Feathers
"and then I bumped into this mutt!" she said making me glare at her.
"You bumped into me! I was off from my hunt when you made me lose everything!" many in the tent looked at each other since it was quite normal for Capital Orphans to hunt.
"FUCKING WELP!" she roared as she jumped to fight me and I grinned.
"FUCKING BITCH!" I roared back as she punched me and I kicked her off balance.
As I climbed on top of her and began to smash my fists into her face someone grabbed my hands.
I turned to glare at the culprit only to see the wall of muscles glaring at both of us.
"Father," Kadia said as she spitting some blood out Kadia silenced them.
"Quiet." his voice bore no arguments he turned to me and his gaze turned into a more evaluating look "Bloodline?"
"Quarter Elf, Quarter Devil, Half-Orc," I said with no small amount of pride. The chief eyes turned sharp.
"Quiet the magician in the future no?"
"I hate magic! Cost me 4 hunts."
"You'll learn magic in the tribe or you won't eat."
"Father!/WHAT?!" Kadia and I screamed in shock, rage and anger.
"I refuse!" I screamed as I struggled as hard as I could but he won't budge.
"Then fight for adoption," he said making my green face turn greener.
Adoption was a fucked up thing for an Orphan. Because you turned to a glorified slave. Only the desperate turned to adoption. And tribes that sold their kin to the arenas.
The problem a child can't refuse an adoption from an Orc. Sure it can fight to refuse but the odds of winning are slim.
"Deal!" I still won't turn back. I rather fight than accept bondage quietly.
"Good," he said as he threw me outside making him bounce on the dirt before stopping.
He was already in front of me with his hand in place for a haymaker so I replied with a kick to his knee. His fist reached me but still made some damage thanks to his grunt from my hit.
I rose again and charged with a haymaker myself and he tanked it with his physique. I made a roundhouse kick to his jaw making him stumble.
I smiled in pleasure he narrowed his eyes. I punched his solar plexus only for him to grab my hand.
He proceeded to lift me by my fist and slam me into the dirt before walking away. I groaned in pain.
"I'm not done yet," I weakly said making him chuckle.
"You have guts, You are a good son," he said as he entered the tent and his mate left and made a B-line for me "Make sure he lives Ela!"
"Sure, Sure!" her cocky smile reached me and began to heal me with magic as I groan in pain and defeat.
"Not bad," she said "Not many can handle my mate fist you did well," she said as her tusks shone in the sun "Rest son I'll be there when you wake."
I fell unconscious and wake up in a fur bed.
Much better than leaves and dirt but I still didn't want this.
"Brother," Kadia said as she entered the tent with a sour expression "Mother and Father wish to see you."
I rose and left my tent to reach the big tent where my "Father" and "Mother" were at.
"Come!" my father roared "Welcome my only son into the tribe!" only son huh?
Maybe that's why I woke up in furs instead of iron.
"Krul! Krul! KRUL!" the name was roared and roared and people pushed me to my parents.
"MY SON KRUL!" he said as my sister snorted and glared.
"I want a rematch Krul!" she said with a glare.
I responded in kind "Bring it, sister."
Neither of us was happy with the arrangement but what could we do.
And so I was adopted to a tribe. Where my duties were to learn magic and raid with them.
Well, at least free magic training?
This was so bad I could smell the fire and brimstone.
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