Standing stock still, Yomir felt the rough strappings of leather armor being woven and measured upon his body. He was smaller, drastically, then near any Urgal even when compared to the children. It was a hard thing to do, predator letting other predator touch and maneuver their body but this was an order straight from Durza himself, so he had little choice but to obey the bastard and allow the touches.
"How much longer?" He asked, his body aching for another drop of the delicious warmth he so craved. He knew that he would be satiated soon enough, but the mere thought was too much for his body at the moment. The heat wafting off of the tailors was a hammer to his heart, increasing his cravings a hundred fold with each breath, so he started to breath out of his mouth only.
The tailor, a burly looking Urgal with a gruffer face then even the average Urgal, made a FraFra sort of sound in the back of his throat before replying. "Midday at best. Not used to crafting for Lack horns." His common tongue was embarrassingly poor, and he made no attempts at conversation, Hendall Ryuga was definitely an exception to the rule of poor speech among the Urgals.
He suspected that many if not all of them communicated more with grunts, growls and aggressive acts.
'Can I growl...hmm... I need to see if that is something I am capable of since I am clearly not human.'
Smiling at that notion, he turned to his tailor and sighed.
'I wonder what I am to do after this...'
He found that answer out quickly, as in the moment he left the Tailor he was forced into brutal training. As if he was any other Urgal, he was forced to run a terrible gauntlet of obstacles. Muddy and disgusting with potholes, rocks, roots and dead logs cover it, the trail was designed to make one think quickly and avoid anything at a moments notice. It was an incredibly simple training tool, but a powerful one. It would have destroyed a lesser man, a lesser child, a lesser dwarf... but he was anything but such a thing. He was a monster, son of a monster and he was determined to thrive!
"THis… is... hard. Pant..." Gasping for breath, he had managed to outpace the average Urgal, but fall just behind the powerful Kull. He realized that in terms of speed he was about half of that of a Kull due to their bounding strength. "But fun." A massive wall, maybe four or five times his own size, covered the middle of the track. Covered in spikes and made of roughly hewn wood. It was an impressive sight, a powerful challenge.
It didn't matter as the Kulls literally threw themselves over, a horrifyingly impressive sight before him. Their massive bodies flying through the air like ballista shots, only a thousand times more deadly.
He stalled, almost getting trampled by an Urgual, who turned to growl at him, only to recoil at the loud feline hiss that escaped Yomir's chest in an instant and without warning.
'Hisses not growls... noted.'
Familiar power shot through him and he charged the now terrified Urgal, not stopping even as he leaped, using the beast' knee to launch himself easily over the wall... only to panic when he saw the ground coming towards him fast.
'Knees bent, roll into it... move!'
A fierce hiss left his lips as he managed to roll through the mud, even with the odd limiting leather tied tightly to his body, pain following suit as all of the blood in his body shot and filled his small skull, only relieving itself when he managed to stand and continue his sprint, unsure and dizzy.
'Not as strong as an Kull, but still strong... I wonder... what are my limits? What can I do... can I push myself further?'
Seeing a Kull not far from him, feeling the powerful thunderous stampede of their powerful legs, he decided to test himself and pushed harder then he ever had. Hard and harder, rocketing off of the ground. The curve of the track made it hard to keep his feet steady, but still he shot as fast as he could... and slowly he managed to pass a Kull...
One at first... then two... then three... and soon only two Kull were ahead of him and they were breathing hard, not as hard as he was, but still hard.
The end of the track could not come soon enough and he collapsed twenty feet from the end of the track, embracing the horrible cold as a means to ease his achingly hot body...
'So.. still human in some ways... I am not a perfect being, I think this means I can get faster, stronger... I wonder if being chained to the wall weakened me? How strong would I be otherwise?'
He was given maybe twenty seconds to think of this before a stick was thrown at him, a stick he barely caught with his weaker left hand. "Why?"
The Kull who came in first growled at him.
"My name is Nar Garzhvog and you are new meat. You will prove your worth in combat, prove that you are worthy of being a member of our tribe despite what the Great Shade says."
The Kull carried a weight of power about him, everyone around looked at him with absolute respect and in that Yomir understood that like Herndall, Nar meant something vastly more important then he could understand as an outsider.
And it was the power in that name that a level of fear came to him, fear and respect.
"Yes, Nar Garhvog. Where do I start to learn?"
The beast smirked even as he stood, or tried to stand as a massive fist swing at him, forcing him to leap back. "Learn now, fight now!"
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
I always saw the tribe as being less unified then an army, but still militaristic so this felt natural... like football practice where there is aggression, training and a little abuse to push you forward.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.