Role

Chapter 2

Because his early days were so horrendous, he recalls flashes of the torment
and hardships of that time. Other orcs were receiving their feedings from
proud boar and sow orcs when he was drinking from sow hog, consuming the
piglets so he'd survive, and eeking out a measly existence. Oh how he coveted
their leisurely lives. Every time he'd dwell on these things, it would fuel
his inner anger and rage. Due to this lifestyle, he was always the scavenger,
he grabbed and ate all he could to draw in the strength of the fallen because
he did not desire to continue this meager life forever.

The sounds of tearing flesh as his newly forming tusks stretch the muscle
fibers to their limits, are quickly becoming as pleasing as any sensation. To
many, the nauseating ripping and popping associated to the consumption of raw
flesh makes the skin crawl and goosebumps sprout delightfully across one's arms
or spine. Whether it's inherent or a learned fact, he realizes that
consumption yields strength and his wry smile after gorging and indulging his
appetite are ever so delightful.

Receiving beatings and getting knocked down when he can't keep consuming is his
most frightening experience in his recent memory and it reminds him of his
earlier days. To him, it's almost an absolute addiction to keep consuming and
absorbing nutrition and the power of the fallen and to keep in this pursuit,
he's decided to take up the brutish talents of a berserker to vent his disgust
and rage, while filling his gullet.