You've found your favourite orifice! Things either squish or squeal when confronted with the burgeoning nubs of your teeth and tusks. What an orcish way to greet the world, so full of hunger, savagery and strength.
In these early days you get many visitors, all grumbling sounds you don't understand. Big green things keep sticking their faces into yours, pinching your cheeks and making odd cooing noises.
Those shiny things are so hypnotic, so… beautiful! You want more, you want to cover yourself in shiny things.
Every night, the tribe struggles with the rigmarole of putting the baby orclings to bed. How best to entice you into the world of green dreams?
YOU ARE READING
The Merchant of our Chilly Kings) volume 2
FantasyWIP) Become an orc! From your first step as a whining infant, through mischievous childhood, to a battle-hardened brute, shape your destiny and that of the world. Break the mould or become the beast you were born to be. Currently 875K words.
