Chapter 1 Marked
My name is Asher Dreg, I'm fairly short with an average build. I have a fair complexion with brown hair and grey eyes. I'm 19, barely old enough to be away from home. I have no family to speak of, I was a war orphan. I was raised in the orphanage in a small village near the sea. I was alone for as long as i can remember.
Our Village were mostly farmers, fishermen, one blacksmith and an alchemist. I was training to be an apprentice alchemist, I didn't want to end up being farmer or a fishermen and being a Blacksmith was not an option.
My Master was a hard and strict teacher who doesn't take mistakes lightly, but he treats me like the son he never had though, so in a way I see him as a father figure.
I was out collecting herbs like I normally do when I felt something was off, the birds stopped chirping and it was eerily quiet. I got the feeling someone or something was watching me. I got my dagger out ready to defend myself when a big beefy green arm wrapped around my throat.
''Well well well what do we have here,'' Whispered the gruff voice.
My captor took a whiff of my scent.
''Mmmmmm nice,'' he said.
He put me down and I turned to see an orc double my size. He Had to be 7ft tall and he was all muscle. His face was handsome and rugged despite the protruding bottom fangs. His eyes were amber and I had trouble looking away from them, he had long dread locks aswell. He had a dark green complexion, he was wearing a hide shirt with fur hanging from the back, hide pants with two long daggers on the side, they might as well be swords if held be me, and hide boots.
''What's a little guy like you doing out here... alone,'' he said huskily.
''I um uh,'' I couldn't form words for some reason.
I turned ready to run when he grabbed my arm.
''Hey!! word of warning little human never turn your back on a lion,'' he said.
I didn't want to piss him off further.
''Sorry sir.'' I said.
''Don't apologize, next time don't run from me, because I'll hunt you down if you do it again, eh not that I won't enjoy it however,'' he smiled.
''What's your name human,'' he demanded.
''Asher sir, Asher Dreg,'' I answered shakingly.
''Don't call me sir, all that sir crap is for you humans, not orcs.'' he replied.
''My name is Wol'Thrag, that means lion's fang in Orcisher, I'm a hunter for my tribe and soon to be the next chief,'' he didn't look like wanted to hurt me so I relaxed.
''I'm a alchemist in training, I was just collecting herbs for my master sir - I mean Wol'Thrag,'' I said.
"hehehe,'' he chuckled. ''Just call me Thrag for short little guy, I don't know what it is about you kid, I don't let anyone call me Thrag, but for you I'll make an exception,'' he said.
''Well Thrag you're a really good hunter I didn't noticed you until you grabbed me,'' I said.
"I'm like a lion kid, the biggest mistake you made was you had your back exposed and these daggers are both my fangs and my claws,'' he said with confidance.
''If you were my prey you'd be long gone by now,'' he said.
He had that scary look in his face when said that, strangely enough I find it both intimadating and attractive.
''Hahahahaaaa!! relax kid we orcs don't hunt or eat humans there's no sport in hurting you,'' He said.
''Um how old are you Thrag?, I'm 19,'' I said.
''19 huh, yeah I pegged you being around that age... I'm 28,'' he said.
He's younger than I thought he was, for an orc I thought he was in his late thirties. Thrag and I spent a few more minutes getting to know each other. I told him I had to go before my master sent a search party for me.
He told me to come closer and hugged me close to his warm body and started sniffing my neck, it made me shudder and I moaned loud enough for him hear.
"There I got your scent, there's no where you can go where I won't be able to track you,'' he whispered huskily.
''Orcs must be part Royal Bloodhound,'' I laughed.
"There's alot of things I want to teach you or... show you,'' he whispered in my ear.
''We'll meet again, I guarantee it,'' he left and I went back to the village with The herbs I collected.
I'll have to go the village library to see if can look up anything on orcs.
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Damn that human's scent is fucking intoxicating, I wanted to pin him down and fuck the ever loving hell out him and that moan, fuck that moan he made when I sniffed his neck. My cock is still throbbing, it's starting to hurt like I need to be buried balls deep inside him. I find it weird that i'm attracted to him at all, I'm not one for humans. I mean prefer my own kind, preferably a women.
I need to clear my head, I'll have to speak with Sire about this when I get back to the fort. In the mean time I better bring a buck back like I promised the old man.
Hunting is my thing, hell it's every orcs thing, I like a more Hands on approach though, while others would use a bow and arrows. That shit is for weaklings who are afraid to get close to they're prey. I like sneaking up behind my prey and when I'm close enough I deliver the killing blow to the back of the neck. I bet I can give an assassin a run for his gold.
I made it back to the fort with my kill, the old man was already at the gate waiting for me.
''What took you so long whelp,'' he said with a smug.
''None of your damn business you old bastard,'' I said with snarl.
''Hmph what crawled up your ass?!!'' he showed a little concern.
I gave him the buck and apologized.
''I got something on my mind, where's Sire,'' I said.
''He's in the longhouse getting ready for the bloodhunt in a few days,'' he said with excitement.
Oh yeah the blood moon is rising in a few nights, it's when we orcs hunt the most dangerous animals as a sign strength, a right of passage, not many make it back, but we die doing what we know was a good hunt. My sire hunted down a bear and my mother hunted down a tiger.
This Bloodhunt I wanted to hunt down a Dire Lion. A Dire Lion is a lion the size of a rhino, grey with no fur only a rock hard hide, with a mane of backward spikes for males. They have long Razor sharp Incisor and claws for ripping they're prey apart, and they're eyes are glowing blood red.
No orc has ever hunted one, they're hide is too thick for arrows to penetrate and sneaking up on one is impossible, a true apex predator. I plan on making my mark by being the first orc to take one down.
''Thanks old man I'll head on in'' I said.
''You still plan on hunting a dire lion?'' the old man said with glum.
''Oh yeah, I spent years watching them in the wild and now know they're weakness, one of those beast will be my prey!!'' I said
knowing it would be a great challenge.
He looked at me with a sense of pride and walked off, he knows I can do it.
Now to talk to sire about that human. My sire N'Roc is an orc of badassery and my mother Vilnai is nothing to scoff at either. My Parents are true bondmates, we orcs mate and hunt for life. Does that mean that human is my true bondmate... No it's not possible, than again.
''Wol'Thrag there you are, let me have a look at you,'' my mother came to me.
''It's happening love the sign has appeared,'' my sire said with pride.
''You mean the Bloodhunt, oh yeah I'm ready for it!'' I said confidently.
"Hehehehe no my son not that, you found your bondmate didn't you?'' said Sire.
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I got back to the village with all the herbs I gathered ready for my lesson.
''There you are boy, any longer and I would have sent a search party,'' my master came with an angry look.
''Forgive me sir,'' I said with worry.
''Thank the gods you're alright,'' he said.
We went to his alchemy lab to start the lesson when he noticed something.
''Asher what's that mark on the side of your neck?'' my master asked.
I took a mirror and noticed a strange mark that looked like a rune on my neck. It didn't hurt but when I touched it an intense wave of pleasure shot through me, I almost spilled my seed.
''Are you alright son?'' my master said looking at me strangely.
Thoughts of Thrag flashed before me.
