Role

Chapter 4

Pleebert took the young orc under her wing, teaching him the proper ways to
butcher corpses and giving him special attention in comparison to the other
young Orclings. Being as she needed something to yell at his face, she gave
him a name: Mousemuncher. This was because, when she found him, he was
chewing on rat bones voraciously - it was all he could find to eat.

The young orc proved to be especially vicious, stunning Pleebert with his
overall strength and insidious deviousness. Pleebert, when sparring with the
youth, would find herself actually taking blows from his swings. She would
constantly find herself taking the brunt of Mousemuncher's taunts for being
too slow, too weak, or too dumb. Being the Big Momma, she responded with
deliberate public showings of assbeating and denigration. Standing in front
of some of the other orc children, she would lift him up with one arm, state
that he was better used as a toy than a berserker, and then toss him into a
wall while the children cackled gleefully.

"You be stronger den tha other childrens, ya know", Pleebert said to
Mousemuncher as he was trying on his new armor. She had gathered him
exceptionally fine wares for his age, especially in comparison to those that
his young comrades wore.
"Duh. I knowin. Gunna be stronger than Big Momma soon" he replied, grinning.
The last part of his phrase began to echo in Pleebert's head, taking on a
haunting tone. Each time it was repeated in her thoughts, the phrase grew
louder.

Glaring at the back of Mousemuncher's head as he walked away, Pleebert felt a
familiar surge of fury circulating through her blood.