Role

Chapter 5

Pleebert was wandering around the Orc village, enjoying the morbid scenery.
As she rounded a corner, she heard soft whimpering coming from a dark area
and waddled her way towards it. She saw, in the darkness, the intense young
orc that she had taken note of while lecturing about orc 'biological
warfare'. He was grinning to himself as he kicked at a wounded rat. It was
obvious that he had been torturing the small creature for quite a while, and
had taken his time wounding it(as not to kill it). Pleebert attempted to
stifle a chuckle, but it caught his attention.

"What yous laughin at, HAG!" The young boy shrieked at her.
Pleebert's grin widened at the nerve of this orc child. Stepping towards him
and making sure she was flexing, she stated "You tink you can calls da
Butcher Girl a hag and get away with it?".
Smirking and retorting immediately, the boy replied "No, I think I can call
YOU a hag and get away with it."

Faster than the child could react, Pleebert darted towards him and lifted him
up in the air, holding his neck with a single hand. She started laughing,
enjoying that this orc child was so raucous, it reminded her of herself.
Glaring directly into his eyes, she motioned towards the rat in the corner
"Why yuh beatin up dis little rat, ya whelp?"

The young orc, despite the fact that he appeared to be gasping for breath, he
seemed emphatic about showing how tough he was. Forcing some air through his
constrained throat, he said "Cause...it...reek...like...Pleebert..."

Enjoying the interaction and insults, she threw the child against the rocky
wall, feeling pleasure go through her as he yelped in pain.
"Dats all ya got? COME ON, OLD HAG! That just tickled me!".

Blinking innocently, thinking she was staring into a mirror, she broke into a
wide smile. "Butcher Girl gunna take yuh under her wing. Me like you. You got
da fury of the Shig-Ru in you."

The young boy crossed his arms childishly and mumbled to himself. After a
short bit of what seemed to be thinking, he nodded at her. Before moving to
follow her, he sprinted towards the crumpled form of the rat and landed
another vicious kick to its ribs. Seeming content with the pain coming from
the animal, he moved to follow Pleebert.