Thread: Orcs and Flowers [JenivueGrimm and Sirix]

Grom laughed and spit in the direction of the young human as she and the other shaman hopefuls were taken out into the forest to really begin their training. Good riddance to her, she doesn't belong with us any way. Humans have no place amongst our clans. He says, then receives a swift hit from the teacher. Quiet you, that is not your place to decide. The teacher says sternly to the young orc, who only stares back at the teacher with a small amount of hate, but too much respect to talk back to her. Now, back to the circle, if you want to talk like a chief, then you will fight like a chief. She says, having the rest of the class spar against Grom alone. Grom was able to hold his ground for a while but eventually he fell and was given a beating of his life, but the chief started to take notice of him. Years down the road, the year of choosing had come and Grom had grown into one of the greatest warriors of the clans, and the greatest warrior of this village second to only the chief, Natar, himself. Grom had defeated veteran fighters and proved himself an able tactician. He had even learned to a greater degree the meaning of honor. He now had a large scar across his cheek after the chief had seen him strike down a surrendering enemy, teaching him that to kill an already defeated opponent served only to shame oneself and his clan. From that day on, the chief had kept a closer eye on the young orc, shaping him into a greater man? orc that he had seen in the making. It had been only a few days before the shaman returned with her successor, many still expecting an orc to be the next shaman despite the fact that all had been sent back for failure to see, when Natar announced that Grom would be the next chief. The village had held a small feast in his honor, saving the true celebration for when his soon to be bride was official announced. He waited by Natar's side a proud grin on his lips until he saw the human girl following the shaman in the traditional dress, where it fell into an angry frown. How could it be her? She isn't even one of us. He whispers to himself, getting Grom an angry glance from Natar. The evening then proceeded with joyous celebration and wondrous dancing. Grom ate and drank his fill before joining everyone around the fire for the dancing and song. He danced with many of his friends, and many of the females as well, taking this last chance to feel like a true orc before he would be tied to the human girl. He feels a thud against his chest, looking down to see Annabelle giggle at her accident and pull away a step to see who she had hit. He returns her glare, hearing her friend start the chant for them to dance as they would be joined soon anyway. He offers her a hand to the cheer of the group, returning her niceties. Thank you. It is quite the honor indeed. I can't wait to see if the shaman's words are true and you do have greater sight then the honored wife. He says. Once they had joined hands, he starts them a gentle dance, Natar having warned him that if he ever injuried the human girl, he would have to answer to him even after he had passed away to the spirit realm. The song allowed for the gentlier dance to happen, though for a normal human it would still look like quiet the tumbling experience. Grom continues to keep up the conversation, trying to play nice for now. So, what is the shaman training like? He asks.