Chapter 9: Levitius
Father, dad, savor, the one who saved me from my own people, the one that defended me when people called me 'pet', the one that taught me to read and write, to build and design, the one that showed me to use tools, over fist and savage weapons, my father Ko'ragh. You were my father, I was an ogre like you, but I remember the way the other children would look at me, call me names for being different. When I showed them I could make toys from clay and wood, that's when the kids started to accept me as one of their own. You completely supported my gift and gave me more tools to build my skills, to build more things, you were a warrior, but you also told me that I should try to be smart. You found the right ogres and even went to class with me so no one would make fun of me. You helped them help me and learning with you was a gift. Toys were fun to make and to play with and they were fun to show to other children, I hope I made you proud father. I hope you could have been able to tell your fellow warriors about the orc son you were raising; I hope I didn't make you ashamed that I wasn't strong or smart enough to protect you.
Orc, you protected me well enough to never know what that was. I knew what pets were but I remember when I first saw those slaves. There was something about the way they looked, smelled, and the way they looked at me. Their skin was green like mine, they didn't have horns, they weren't tan, I remember seeing that cage the slave traders had going through the city and the people crowding around like a parade. My friend Gnosh said, "Dey look likes you Levitius." Gnosh grabbed at another ogres garb, "Mister, what are those?" He asked.
The stranger looked down at me and picked me up and yelled, "Hey did one of your child orcs get away?!"
I thrashed as he picked me and shouted, "I'm not, I'm an ogre!" and hit him in the face with my Spanner tool. I ran off but the slavers threw a net on me, pulled me making my head impact the floor, and dragged me towards the cage scrapping my skin bloody. I screamed as they picked me up, "I'M NOT AN ORC, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
One of the slavers looked at me, "I's never seen green child orcs before."
Gnosh ran toward me and yelled, "That's not an orc, he's ogre, look at his eyes. They're not red, they green."
The slaver held me up and looked me in the eyes, "Is strange, me sees lots of orcs with different color eyes, never green one though. What is you's name orc?"
"I'm not an orc…" I shuttered.
"NAME!" he shouted, I was frozen with fear and my face was covered in snot and tears.
"His name is Levitius, son of Ko'ragh." Gnosh spoke for me.
The slaver looked at the one driving the shipment of slaves and broke into laughter, "Okay, if he's son of Ko'ragh, I'm a son of Gruul , leave now child or I put you in chains too."
"Give him back, he's my friend!" Gnosh kicked the slaver in the shins and the slaver smacked Gnosh so hard he fell to the floor and making him grabbed his face. He looked at me and I could tell he was mad and trying not to cry, they put me in the cage with the rest of the orcs and took away all my tools.
"Gnosh, tell my dad!" I said and he nodded.
They tied me up with robe, my hands above my head like the other orcs, but they were in iron chains. I remember trying to speak to the orcs but I didn't speak Orcish back then. I tried to say hello in Organ and they kept saying, "Gol'mon.". After that the orc I spoke to spit in my face, I hoped that these orcs iron bindings didn't break. I looked in each one of these orcs eyes, they were all red as blood, when their eyes met with mine they lunged at me, maybe hoping that there bindings would snap off, and they could kill me. As we traveled through the city people threw rocks at us and I managed to get one under my feet. I started thinking about the compounds of stone I had used to make fireworks. I had nearly blown off my fingers when I held an exploding one in my hand, it hurt for days but my fingers were a lot stronger and quicker after that. I grabbed one of the small stones and put it over my head. I felt the powder fall on my head. I laced the rope with the power and grinded it on the iron bar and in a flash my robe bindings were gone, but the spark made a loud enough pop noise to get the slavers attention. "Hey how you get out? I put you in iron now!" he said.
The driver looked back at me, "We got's no kids chains. We not get any money for kid orcs and just look at the others. If he moves they kill him."
The slaver looked at his collection of red eyed orcs, "Wow, dey look like dey want to eat him. Levitius!" I looked up at him, "So that is your name."
"I told you I'm not an orc. I speak Organ." I explained
"Me knows this, but you's speak like a two-headed. Me has some time to think, but you is orc."
"Two-head?" I asked.
"It's rare, but does happen. How old is you Levitius." The slaver asked.
"Ten years old, what grade are you in?" I asked.
The slaver laughed, "Me slaver and captured 46 orc slaves me whole life. But it's illegal to teach slaves how to read, write, or speak Organ."
"I'm not a slave or an orc, I'm an ogre like you." I looked at the orcs behind me and looked back at him, "Look at my eyes slaver. These are monsters."
He looked back at me and looked at the rest of them, "Yous really son of Ko'ragh?"
I nodded.
The slaver looked at his driver, "If he's telling the truth were dead."
The driver looked at him and looked around, "If we let him go now guards will smash him to blood pulp. You still new and I sure other orcs heard of the Anti-Fel Magic Ogre Ko'ragh. If he is speaking the truth we just explain to him that we made a mistake, but if he's dead. Well, I don't want to think what will happen. It's not the first time I heard a slave saying they knew a high ranked ogre warrior from another clan."
"You'll see, my dad will come. Did you capture all these orcs?" I asked
"Two ogres couldn't capture this many orcs in a day, these ones were given to us." I looked around and there were eleven, twelve if you count me, and six on each side of the cage.
"By who?" I asked.
"By other orcs of course." The slaver answered.
"Orcs give themselves into slavery?" I asked.
"Sort of yes and sort of no, when orcs have no uses or not obey orders, they give them to us. We use whips and chains to get them to work, but sometimes they still don't obey." The slaver explained.
"What do you do if they don't obey?" I asked.
The slaver chuckled, "We have to kill them."
I felt some concern, "Can't you just talk to them? I mean they do sound like they can speak."
"Yes they can speak, but they only want to kill, sometimes ogres, sometimes animals, and sometimes other orcs, but always want to kill something, that's why they give them to us."
I looked back at them to making sure not to look in their eyes, I got the feeling they could sense that. A lot of them looked tired and hungry. "How could they kill all the time, wouldn't they kill each other off by now?"
"You sure ask a lot of questions."
"I build things, if I don't something always goes wrong."
"What can you build?"
"Toys, fireworks, carts like this one except smaller, looking glasses, eye protection."
"Any weapons?"
"I made a slingshot one time, I got in trouble though."
Both the driver and slaver laughed, "Could you make traps?"
"I can make anything or fix anything with the right parts and tools."
"I'm not sure we should keep him back there, if he dies we could lose even more, even if he's lying."
"If he's lying about being an engineer then what?"
"Then he's really good liar and we kill him."
"Do you hear that, boy? If you lying you died."
"I haven't lied to you about anything."
"You's an orc, how stupid you think me is?!"
I looked at my green skin and back at the orcs the slaver was holding, I started to accept that it might be true. "Are all orcs like this?"
The slaver shrugged, "Only the ones that drink demon blood."
The driver hit the slaver in the chest with the back of his hand, "Dats not public information."
"What?! They all do sooner or later, make them stronger but also more stupid and easy to catch. Now the hard part isn't catching but training and me likes training. Me hates going out with all the bugs and animals. Covering myself in mud, losing slave traps to animals, here me gets to eat as much as me wants, and just use whips."
"Me thinks all that Fel magic effecting your brain, the brown skin ones is worth more and if we's gets one of them draenei we be set up for half the year. These green red eyes one is property damage waiting to happen."
"How much you think we get for boy?"
"If he's lying nothing, but if he smart as he says he is, me think we should put him to work."
"Could I catch orcs?" I asked.
"Orcs catching orcs, you would trap and enslave your own kind?"
"They're not my kind, slaver."
"My name isn't slaver its Ango'rosh, this is Boss Bo'kar."
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Levitius of the Bloodmaul clan."
Both of them laughed, "Yous use ogre formalities." He put his hand in the cage and I reached for his hand but he grabbed the side of my wrist. "Yous shake hands like this."
I felt the eyes of all the red eyed orcs they screamed and shouted the name "Gol'mon!" and they all started rocking the cage back and forth. The orcs screamed and grunted as they rocked the cage back and forth.
"Ah, boss." Ango'rosh said.
"Don't worry the orcs is secure if they flip the cage guards will put it back on the road again."
"But Levitius not secure, he broke his bindings."
"Shit! Did you have to put him in the back."
"Me wanted to keep an eye on him because we didn't have irons to bind him."
"Don't argue with me get in there and get him out!" Bo'kar ordered.
Ango'rosh ran to the back of the cage and opened the cage while Boss Bo'kar tired to grab hold of the slave chains keeping it from falling over.
"Come on Levitus, walk over here."
"I can't you tied up my feet."
"Well here, cut yourself out" He threw a knife at me but the orc next to me caught it with his teeth. I heard Boss Bo'kar pull even harder on the chains that were wrapped around there necks, but they all pulled back despite the bindings round there neck making them choke.
"Stupid Ango'rosh you stupid, stupid! Get in there a get him out, now!" Boss Bokar ordered.
I heard the orcs gag but the orc next to me had the knife in his teeth and tried to stab me in any place his could find, I moved my body out of the way but he screamed and grunted with every attempt.
Ango'rosh darted with his head down grabbed the orc by the head took the knife from his teeth and put it into the orcs red eye, "Yous better be worth this!" He said.
I heard Boss Bokar let go of the chains around the orcs necks but with the dead the orc on my side the other orcs had more slack on the neck chain that held them together. One of them lunged with their teeth at the back of Ango'rosh neck making him fall backwards. The impact broke the cart in half, some of the wood that held the cage together freed some of the the chains and some of the Orcs, but they didn't go after me. They went after Ango'rosh while he was on his back, Boss Bokar called the guards and he bashed every orc he could get his hands on with his bully club.
A clay cup a that smelled like it had alcohol in it fell at my feet. I grabbed the stones that were being thrown at us. Even though I was just a boy with a weak and frail body my hands were as strong as crocodile jaws. I broke the stone into dust into the clay alcohol filled cup and threw it into the group of orcs. The pot made a loud enough bang to blind and make the other orcs stop attacking. Ango'rosh covered his ear too and dropped his knife. I reach for it, grabbed it and cut the bindings on my legs and I felt everything go red, I had no control over my body but I could see everything I killed. Every orc that was slightly bonded in chains fought or cowered from me as I put the knife in whatever open crevasse I could find. Throat, chest cavity, eye, mouth, ear and the last one over the arm. I never thought about killing anyone, even when the bigger kids that would make fun of me, but during these moments it came so quickly and naturally. I saw Ango'rosh, he was trying to hold his hands out in defense but I raised the knife. I screamed in my head not to kill him.
"LEVITIUS!" I heard a familiar voice say, the redness stated to fade in my vision, I felt myself gain control, "Levitius, my son, put it down." I looked back, I saw you and dropped the knife. You were almost twice the size of a normal ogre.
I saw you grab Boss Bokar, "What is the meaning of this slave trader, why was my son in that cage?!" You demanded.
"Please, it was mistake. We didn't know you had an orc son." Boss Bokar said in his defense.
"He is not an orc!" and you threw the slaver aside.
I looked at the green skinned red eyed orcs that I killed without mercy; I remembered completely losing control, I remembered the redness as I killed, the redness in their eyes, and almost killing Ango'rosh. "FATHER!" I yelled with tears my eyes. You looked like you were going to smash Boss Bokar with your fist but you stopped. "What am I then!?"
"You are my son." You look at me.
"My skin, my eyes, that horn on your head, just tell me the truth, am I a real ogre?"
You looked away, "No."
"Yous can't keep slaves and teach them to read and write, that illegal." Boss Bokar said but you punched him in the face knocking him to the ground, "He isn't a slave, he is my son." You said and was about to crush him under your foot.
"Wait Ko'ragh!" Ango'rosh spoke up as he moved from the wreckage of broken wood and corpses, you stopped, "Levitius is more than orc, he is more than ogre."
"Explain." You said.
"Levitius is hero, when green skinned nearly killed me, Levitius save me."
"He was about to kill you." You said.
"I didn't see that, Boss, did you see that?" Ango'rosh shrugged.
Boss Bokar shook his head while your foot was under him, "No Ko'ragh, your son wants to be a slave catcher. I can teach him." Boss Bokar pleaded.
"My son is a toy builder and soon home builder; I would never let him be a slave catcher. Levitius, we go home now! "
"No!" I protested.
"I am your father and you will listen!" you smashed the floor.
"No, you've been lying to me this whole time. I'm an orc, even if you beat me, I'll run away, and find my own people, and would you put me in chains and keep me as a slave?"
"I would never do that Levitius, you are not my slave." You got off of Boss Bokar chest and walked toward me, "Let me clean you up son and get you something to eat, I will tell you whole truth."
I crossed my arms in defense, "Why should I believe you?"
You let out a deep sigh, "Levitius am I a bad father?"
"No, but why have you been lying this whole time?"
"It was to protect you, if people found out about you then they would make you a slave, I think you know I'm telling the truth. Even now your father is trying to protect you from slavers."
"Yous might not need to do that anymore Ko'ragh." Ango'rosh intervened, "They is plenty of witnesses today that saw Levitius brave deeds, no one would think of making him a slave now. He can do whatever he wants."
"Okay but Levitius is still my son." I finally agree with them and they walked away. And dragged there broken slave cart.
"Dad, I want to be a slave catcher." I said.
"I uses to be a slave catcher too son, it's not a good life. Let me explain some things to you before you make a bad decision." You said.
That's then I was finally a member of the Blood Maul Clan to never be sold into slavery. They put a red tattoo on my arm which hurt a lot but they said no one would think you're a slave ever again, so I dealt with the pain. After going through so much pain that day a needle and ink were the least of my concerns. So you, my father explained everything, and for once you could take me out in public and eat at a local shop. People still looked at us from time to time but no one ever said anything to our faces.
"When I was younger I uses catch orcs and draenei slaves but the orcs weren't like they are today. I was really good at catching draenei I could somehow know where they were hiding." You began to explain.
"What's so special about these draenei." I asked.
"The women are beautiful with skin the color of water and can obey better then orcs once captured. They don't fight nearly as much as orcs and the men have better understandings of how to build and craft weapons and tools." You explained.
"You mean like servants as appose to slaves." I stated.
"That's it."
"Well they didn't like me capturing their people to making them into slaves, they also didn't like the things I did to them when I caught them, and so they capture me for a little while. They use magic on me so I can't track their magic fields anymore. Then they leave me back with my clan but I think they should have killed me. Slaving after that was hard. I couldn't find the draenei anymore so I needed to start catching whole bunches of orcs. The orc women didn't do the things that the draenei did, they wouldn't listen or dance, and they wouldn't build or craft anything. I needed to hit them with a whip or bind them to get them to do anything and I did something terrible to an orc woman."
"What did you do?"
"I make her pregnant."
"How?"
"You'll understand when you're a little bit older, but this is why I don't want you to be a slave catcher. I did terrible things to the slaves I caught, I thought of them less then animals, I don't want to see you do those things too."
"Okay but what does this have to do with me? Was she my mother?"
"No, she hid from me for a long time. I didn't make any of the draenei pregnant so I thought she might have made a baby with another orc, but the baby grew too big and it killed her. When I pulled the baby out of his mother I knew it was my child."
"What did you do with your child?"
"I left him out in the wilderness to die."
"Why would you do such a thing?"
"I regretted it Levitius more then anything, I had hurt so many slaves, so many draenei, and the next morning I was thinking about burying him, but a bear was lying next to him giving him her milk. When I first saw the bear I thought it was going to eat him so I fought her.
But the bear fought back with strength and savagery I had never seen before. When it was about to kill me I heard my son cry and the bear stopped and took him away."
"Did you look for him?"
"No, I could have but I failed as a father. I cried because I realized as a slaver we think of our slaves as lesser then animals, but an animal was more kinder then his own father, and the bear put so many scratches and bites on me I couldn't really move for a while."
"So you thought it would be a good idea to steal me away from my orc mother? You are a monster."
"THAT IS NOT HOW I FOULD YOU LEVITIUS!" You protested.
"Well how did you find me Ko'ragh the Slaver?"
"I became a solider for the Blood Maul clan made the chieftain know about my half ogre half orc offspring. Orges are forbidden to lay with orcs or draenei, I was happy about that. Also, I thought to myself I had skills from slaving I was able to use in the army and as you might know the Grom and these demon fouled red eyed orcs became a big problem for us ogres. These orcs used a fire called Fel magic, I've seen it burn the flesh from some of my friend's bones, but me, I'm completely immune."
"How?"
"I think it might have something to do with the treatment I got from the draenei, magic doesn't have a strong effect on me. I still feel it but I think it would take an inferno of Fel-fire to kill me. So after that the chieftain started putting me through more intense training, I grew double in size and I was four times stronger and they started putting me on missions to kill orc warlock clans."
"That how you got the title the Anti-Fel Ogre Ko'ragh."
"Yes, but my job wasn't always killing. Sometimes it was information gathering and the things I saw these orcs do were a hundred times worst then anything I had done to slaves. They think very little of there our lives or the lives they destroy. They had this thing where they would take orc babies and turn them into fully grown orc and put a demon soul is put inside them. Those orcs, they reminded me of the cruel things I did to my son's mother, in a rage I killed every single warlock and demon possessed orc, some of them weren't fully grown yet some of them were children and teens, but there was one that didn't change. One I was sure wasn't poised by a demons soul. "
"Me?"
"I thought someday the demon would come, but you cried like a normal ogre baby. These warlocks were doing terrible things to these babies, to their own people, but so had I, by leaving my son, but when I saw you, I remembered that bear that nearly killed me. The bear could have killed my son but she decided to raise him as his own. I hid you away and even told people that you were just a slave, but I will always remember that even the most savage of animals can still be parents when they needed to be. Yes my boy, that baby was you."
"Thank you."
"I wanted to tell you but I just wanted you to think that you were normal, I'm sorry for lying to you after all these years, but you're a good boy and thanks to those two slavers the whole clan can see how great you can be. So do you want to go home now I can buy you some new tools for building?"
"Dad, I. "
"What's wrong?"
"I still want to be a slave catcher."
"After all that you still want to be a slave catcher?"
"It's just, I'm still an orc, I'm your son but I'm still an orc."
"So?"
"I pains me to think that the orcs that are doing these terrible things to each other, but as slaves they might at least live a full life serving the Blood Maul clan."
"That's one way of looking at it, but you're willing to take away their free will?"
"What good have they done with it? I've seen wild boars with more kindness in their hearts, those monsters in that cage what good could they had done and what good will I do for them? I don't think I could do any good just sitting at a workshop all day."
"Levitius, most slavers are really stupid and greedy."
"Then I won't be, but right now I'm just making toys for children."
"Levitius, you are a child."
"Dad I killed seven people today, my own kind. I don't think I'll be able to play with my kid friends anymore. If you're afraid I'm going to be stupid from hanging out with slavers, I'll learn to build houses too."
"All right Levitius if you really want, kids gloves are off, I don't want to see you fall back in your studies."
"Don't worry dad I won't."
I really stopped being a kid that day when you, my father told me everything. For the most part while I wanted to go out and catch some green skinned orcs with Ango'rosh and Boss Bokar but they mainly had me building traps, fixing carts, and repairing broken cages. Most of the time I was there I rarely saw the slaves they brought, I guess that was you're doing, you didn't want me to have contact with slaves because you knew I was better at building them slaving. I did see a draenei from time to time so I guess my traps were working. That wasn't the only thing I saw though. There were these bird people, these ugly blue people, and some brown skinned orcs that looked at me with surprise.
The years past and I was really good at building homes, fixing things, and making traps. Then one day Boss Bokar handed me a crossbow. "That's for you." He said.
"What's it do? " I asked, I looked it, and he realized I was pointing the arrow at himself.
Boss Bokar snatched it away, "Me should have mentioned that it was a weapon, me made it for you Levitius with some of your tools. It wasn't easy but I hope it fits."
He showed we how to fire from the hip and it shot out an arrow.
"We use these to kill?" I asked.
"Not all the time, if you know where to aim you slow down your targets and little numbing poison doesn't hurt too." He explained.
"I like it, but it looks like it might break, do you mind if I make some improvements?" I asked.
"I was counting on it; we might need you to do some hunting for us. We've been seeing draenei more and more less."
"You know I've never actually seen one up close, is my dad okay with this?"
"I haven't asked, but probably not. How are you doing in building school?"
"I'm teaching more then I'm learning, and most of my class mates are twice as tall as me, but dad says I learn more from showing others."
"What are you showing them?"
"Finger exercises to strengthen their hands, most of them gave up on being builders to be warriors and my smart friends have left to pursue arcane magic."
"What about you, you learn how to cast spells?"
"Have you ever caught an orc warlock?"
"Caught yes, kept, not a chance, but there is good orc magic, we didn't always enslave them. We were friend's long time ago."
"How do you know, you don't seem like the type that knows his history?"
"Don't act smart Levitius, even though you is, Me know this because we not allowed to take any shaman as slaves."
"Why not?"
"Because we have shamans too."
"So shamans aren't allowed to kill each other?"
"Killing is different. Me kill shamans before but our shamans know when we do."
"How?"
"Me not know, yous have to ask, but if you see one don't kill them unless they about to attack you. Me think that's why we not allowed to keep shaman slaves. They can speak to each other or something."
"What about the arcane, is that a thing?"
"We learned that from the draenei slaves, Ogres can learn arcane magic, but orcs never taken draenei slaves. You like to learn?"
"Would I still be able to be a slave catcher?"
Boss Bo'kar laughed, "No."
"Well there's your answer."
"Why do you want to be a slave catcher so badly?"
"Have things gotten any better with the red eyed orcs?" I asked.
"No, they still kill each other if they not on chains, they don't work without a whip, it's depressing. Slaving wasn't like this when I was a kid."
"Me and my teacher have been working with some plans to build a fortress that will allow orcs to kill each other in an arena."
"What for?"
"When you put me in that cage so long ago you said that the red eye's orcs are property damage waiting to happen, but what if the red eyed orc had some value that wasn't work?"
"Maybe we try to find more?"
"Right, I think red eyed orcs are a problem that needs to be dealt with. If we let them do what they want, they will kill each other then we would have less to worry about."
"This doesn't feel right though. They are lots of orcs Levitius, most of them don't have red eye's, and they uses to be friends."
"The arena will be will be made with the same mechanics as the traps I've made."
"Some of the red eyed orcs listen once they start talking to brown skinned ones, they speak and sing songs."
"All the orc will be chained and lifted to the top."
"Levitius do you speak any Orcish?"
"We can give them weapons once they get to the top."
"LEVITIUS!"
I stopped.
"Levitius, this isn't a good idea!"
"Why not."
"Because the red eyed orcs are sick, we fix them, and besides they is orcs that are born with red eyes that are not savage animals would you put those orcs in your arena just because they have red eyes? Sometimes we give them back to the Warsong clan to make peace, but if you do this the ties between orcs and ogres will be broken forever. "
"Warsong clan?"
"Brown skinned orcs that are like you Levitius, smart and kind, that want to stop all the warlocks from practicing fel-magic. We are close Levitius soon there will be no Fel-magic on this planet. You wanted to be a slave catcher to give your people's lives meaning."
"They are not my people, they are nothing but monsters!"
"You see no meaning in their lives."
"There will be meanings in their deaths!"
"And High Chieftain likes this idea?!"
"Imperator Mar'gok loves the idea."
Boss Bokar grabbed me by my neck opened up the doors of the slave dens and put me into one of the cages, when put a female brown skinned orc into the cage with me. He spoke some strange language but I heard the term "Gol'mon" thrown back and forth. "What does that mean?" I finally asked. "Gol'mon?"
Boss Bokar looked at me, "It mean 'traitor' Levitius. It means' traitor'."
The two of them exchanged foul words back and forth. I got a few glances from her though I guess I was staring a bit too much. I had never been those close to my own kind since I gained my acceptance into the clan. Seeing her made me feel funny. I heard the words 'thank you' in Organ between both of them.
Boss Bokar walk toward me and got down to my level, "This one is going to teach how to speak Orcish, maybe then yous stop seeing you own people as animals to be slaughtered. "
"I built these cages Boss Bokar," I retorted, "You think I don't know the weaknesses to get out of them? What do you think will happen to you when I tell my father or Imperator Mar'gok, I've seen what he can do with arcane magic."
Boss Bokar laughed, "Dat's your problem Levitius you always think yous the smartest person in the clan. This isn't a slave; she is a shaman I accidentally caught. I was going to return her to her clan, but she has decided to stay with you and will kill you if you try to escape."
I held on to the bars and shook them, "You can't do this, someone will find me, and when they do…. "
I felt a something like a burning pain that went through my hands that block my vision I felt myself fell to the ground loss conciseness. When I woke up she was standing over me, her brown skin, amber eyes, and dark black fell on the sides of her face and she was in reach to grasp. "My name is NaiTan what is you name." She spoke in broken Organ.
"What do you want from me slave, get away from me. When my father find… " I was yelling but I saw a blue energy come out of her hands and felt the strange burning feeling I felt before.
"Thrall?!" she said. She shook her head, "NaiTan shaman…" She reached for my hand but I pushed it away pushed it away but she trying grabbed onto it. I thought about how easy it would be to grab her wrist and crush her bones under her skin. But her skin was so soft. I was afraid that whatever magic she could command could easily be used to kill me, but I was also entranced by her touch and look. She grabbed my hand and place it on her chest. I thought again how easy it would be to grab hold of her throat and crush the parts of her neck, I've never been able to try to control that red part of me the part that completely loses control but I wanted it to.
I felt my heart rite go up as I touched her skin, "NaiTan." She said and touched her hand with my chest. I felt the redness again I thought I might kill her, I felt myself taking a lot of deep breaths and my heart was pounding I felt myself losing control, something was taking over. I felt myself slipping I try to scream to stop touching me, to stop doing whatever she was doing. I grabbed her wrist firmly enough to make her scream out and pain with the free pushed her to the floor I thought my hand was going to go for her throat but it went for her leather shirt and ripped it off exposing her tan and brown breast. Then I felt the shock again but I didn't lose conciseness but something stronger pulled be when I tried to mount her like a riding boar. Something hard slammed me in the ground and the impact made me lose conciseness when I woke up this time I was freezing but I could feel a blanket over me I pulled it off and NaiTan was out of the cage with an animal skin over her body, "Eat." She said.
"Are you okay?!" I asked.
She pointed at something next to my head. I smelled it was faint from so much snot and mucus that had built in my throat. Pork Stew. "Eat." She said.
I took a bite of the meat barely tasting it, "Why is it so cold here? COLD?!"
She looked around, "Elements… Unhappy, but won't kill you." I saw her breath as she spoke. "But I kill you."
The term rape was a word that only brought resentment from what I heard, but I never understood it's motivation. I learned what sex was over the years and even grew more distant with my you, my father, when I realized what you were doing to the orcs and draenei, but I never knew why. I had never seen a female ogre so standards for what was beautiful was a mystery, until that day. I knew NaiTan was beautiful and I wanted to have sex with her, but I didn't want her forced down like a wild animal about to be slaughtered, I was a clear and disturbing image in the redness. "I'm sorry NaiTan." I said.
"Eat" She said. I stood up and realized that I was naked under these pounds of blankets but I was still cold and sick, and wounded. I had blood stained bandages on my inner arms and stomach. "Levitius. Name." I put my hand on my chest. "Levitius thrall catcher." I knew that meant slave now.
She opened the cage walked inside and locked from the outside through the bars and put the key around her neck, "No." She said. She bent down and grabbed my hand, "Levitius hunter."
"Hunter?" I said questionably, I knew what the term meant but that implied a person that killed prey, not someone that caught it alive. "No, catcher, trapper, jailer. Not…"
"No!" She put my hand back on my chest and had a look sadness and sympathy in her face, "Hunter, Levitius hunter." She said.
I nodded my head, "Levitius hunter." She smiled and touched the kissed my forehead.
To my surprise she dropped the animal furs she was holding and took off her tan leather pants and was completely naked, she moved the blanket letting in some of the cold air, got behind me, and held onto me from the back. "Move, I kill you."
That feeling of my heart pounding started to happen again and now it was really hot under these blankets with our two naked bodies against each other. I moved one sweat covered arm outside the blanket but the sudden chill made me want to put my hand back inside, I didn't know if the sweat was coming from the sickness, the heat, or the fact that I truly believed that if I moved to suddenly NaiTan would actually kill me, but as I thought of you father, I began to realized that maybe I was wrong about my people. I wanted to see more, do more. I tried to turn around and look at NaiTans face but she, moved and spoke something in Orcish and I went back into place. I fell asleep more peaceful that I ever had.
There more to come with the next update.
I hated you for a time but you never treated me like a slave, you always called me your son. It was clear when you took me outside, the way the other ogres would look at me, how few ogre children would play with me. I remember when I saw my people, the orcs in chains I thought to myself, "How am I so different from them?"
The day I brought one food I couldn't understand anything that they said, but I saw those red eyes. They were like animals and lounge for me, not the food, me. Why did they want to kill me, why could they be
