Tusk Love

The Meeting

Penetrating the Wyunne gates for the first time he emerged from the rocky walls and into the Zemnie fields. Glistening with snow the Zemnie fields were open and bare to the world. The road stretched on as far as the eye could see.

Genevieve saw him from afar, it wasn't hard to miss that glistening green skin. He must be hot under the sunlight as he travelled along the open road.

The half-orc had scars running across the rippling muscles of his chest. He had a blade on his back and two sharp tusks. His dark brown hair sat in waves atop his head and his deep eyes looked out across the valley.

As he neared the parked carts and the fires she nudged her brother, Staven who looked up at the man. Steven a young man of one and seven years with chestnut hair and a thick brown brows was tall and lean, not yet as muscular as he one day might be. His eyes were however sharp and as he stood putting down his bowl of dried fruits and nuts he approached the new comer cautiously.

Genevieve herself pulled down her shall of blue to revel curling hair of red and pale skin as she wandered around the cart to lean against it, watching him with interested eyes that shimmered as she watched.

"Ello?" Called Steven.

"You're Merchants?" asked the man waving his hand at the goods in the cart and trying to get a view of what was in the cart at the same time.

"Ey sir, ve have furs, and uh, wine from the cost and many spices if you should need them," said Staven trying to be the good merchant.

"Zemnian, I will have to get used to that here," said the half-orc "You said you have wine?" He caught the eye of Genevieve watching him and made a side step around her, she stepped in front of him. They made a dance of this and then she blushed and let him pass by her raising her head to him with a wan smile eyes glistening.

"Yes" Staven, as he watched his sister step away from the man, his eye brow raised. He said nothing besides this Staven the jr of the two was not a charming boy but he was sturdy and well there father was off securing the area, he could make a sale.

"Let me go get the wine" said Staven looking between Genevieve and Oskar and rolling his eyes as if he had seen this countless time.

She let her vale fall to the ground and the half ork head fallowed it. He bent and picked it up then looked at her an eye brow raised. But his eyes were on her. They met eyes a dusty brown to steal blue. She swallowed as she looked deeply into his eyes to see what he saw there, her lips parting and body arching towards him. She let their hands touch for just a moment as she took the shall from his hands and his eyes scanned across the pale skin of her neck and shoulders where her dark hair was pulled back into braids.

He looked at her his blue eyes taking in her visage, creamy white skin and sharp smile, eyes that caught the light and crinkled at the corners, blushing cheeks. She was beautiful he thought but then he stepped away.

"We have many fine Krimskrams for your Wife?" she said chatting and picking up a few small trinkets that they had laying about a small cookbook, a porcelain doll, and a small decorative box.

"I have no wife, nore any partner" Said Oskar his eyes on this woman.

"Oh..." She said looking away from in to place the items back on the shelves.

"I am Oskar, it is a pleasure to meet you," he said looking directly into her blue eyes.

"They call me Genevieve," she said with a pink in her cheeks.

His own a foggy brown, merging on a hazel eye. She blushed deeper as he took one of the trinkets and their hands touched another moment and he leaned in closed and said in a low voice "you should put your vale back on, your father might not approve."

His breath was hot on her skin and the embarrassment was quick and shocking. A handsome half-orc man was turning her away and she had all but thrown herself at him in every way she could.

Staven cleared his throat and the two moved away from one another.

"Your wine" said the boy and Oskar grunted in agreement

"How much?"

"Seven silver" said Staven blandly.

"Mmm" said Oskar watching Genevieve from the corner of his eye. Then back at the boy aprasing him a moment.

Genevieve was still looking at him as she tucked a stray hair behind her sharp-pointed ear and smiled at him.

"You have a fine cart, have you always been merchants?" Asked Oskar.

"As long as I can remember." Said the boy and Oskar nodded.

Embarrassed and ashamed she turned and walked away pulling her shall up around her shoulders and quickly pining it back in place as she walked to the vardo not 20 feet from them.

He watched her as she moved away and as she opened the door to the vardo.

Genevieve poked her head inside and said to her mother "Mutter, ich habe Kopfschmerzen,"

"Well I will take the wine, and..." He looked around at the pile of goods, wondering what could be of use to him.

A round old man in fine leathers came running out of the brush at him.

"Tier, Tier, Beast I say" yelled a man and came at him with a stick in hand Oskar caught the branch in his hand and looked at the man.

"Oh father get off the man" said Genevieve leaving the vardo as Oskar use to this kind of treatment took the branch and pulled it from the mans hands throwing it into the brush.

"You must be the owner of this establishment," said Oskar looking down at a burly man in heavy furs with a thick mustache.

"You are not a beast?" the man asked shaking a little

"I am not a full Orc if that is what you mean?" Oskar said "do you want me to tell you the whole story, my father was a barbarian man who went to live among the orcs they were a nomadic tribe in Othe"

"From the coast then?" Said the man seaming to gather his wits

"Vater gets off him," said Staven.

"Let me apologize my friend. I am not used to such people as yourself. Only the orcs up in bladegardens who come down and steal our women and girls. I am Wolfgang Engel at your service." Wolfgang a large man with a burly beard and many furs over his body bowed before Oskar.

"I am Oskar" he nodded his head towards the man.

"You buy goods?"

"No, no thank you," Oskar said "I am full of goods and on my way"

"Oh well, then thank you for spending your silver. Perhaps we will see you on the road. Would you stay for supper as a way of apology?" Asked wolfram

As if on crew Oscar's stomach rumbled.

"Than you shell stay for supper" said Wolfram answering for him.