Tusk Love

Not My Daughter

Oskar woke with a sharp pain in his side and let out a breath into the chilly air. Wolfgang was above him with a glare on his face.

"I take you into my caravan and allow you to travel with my family and you steal from me?"

"What are you talking about?" Oskar asked as he gathered himself scrambling to his towering 8 feet of half-orc. His green skin shone in the new morning light as he grits his teeth, his tusks pointing upwards. Rage filled his eyes.

"You took my Genevieve's holiness and chastity," said Wolfgang bubbling in his round face.

"You don't own her," Oskar said with finality as if this should end the argument.

"She is my daughter," Wolfgang said with equal finality. Neither was going to give up so easily.

"She is a person, and I love her," Oskar said the passion in his voice a rock one might build a house upon.

"Oskar" Genevieve was crying from the vardo her mother holding her back.

"You can not love her, you are a monster," Wolfgang said

Rage flashed in Oskars eyes and he threw his fist punching Wolfgang across the face and then Staven was there and it was two on one. As Staven grabbed Oskars arms and Wolfgang began to hit him repeatedly until his nose bleed and his lip broke open until he was beaten and bloody on the ground. As Genevieve screamed in the background

"Nein, nein. Vader halt, nein."

"You stay away from my Genevieve," wolfgang said With that, the family set off across the amber road once more.

When Oskar awoke he was alone and bloody where he had camped the night before. He rose to his feet slowly and began walking in the direction the family had left in. He would find Genevieve again if it was the last thing he did.