Thread: Wanderlust [Lookingforthis and Sigr]

Sigr said Like great grandfather, like grandson then I guess Rakka finally laughed, amused by Elizar's familial exploits of yore. He looked like the professional he was, well prepared to the point of obsession. What Rakka did with the sheer graceless strength of her race and a natural instinct to fight, Elizar managed to match with experience and expertise. That didn't mean that the mountain of a man wasn't strong, or that the orc just charged brainless into a fight, but each of them had their fortes in battle. I wouldn't have stopped in a windmill though, unless I wanted to settle and die of boredom she added, as the idea of having a place to live felt dreadful for her. I guess that it gives the women on your family somewhere to live and have more tough bastards like you she smiled, since now that there was no more rain and they were close, her mood cleared a bit, enjoying a back and forth that consisted about more than just angry grumbling. No, you fucking didn't Rakka barked at him. Was his absentmindedness real and fruit of a hit to the head too many or was he playing her? She was no stupid and had good instinct, but the human was wily, clever in ways she couldn't think of. That was another reason why they were successful in a business as ruthless as being a swords, well more like axes for hire. Be it the usual snooze fest of escorting a caravan, the always easy merchant shakedown or a more bloody and straightforward border skirmish, they had each other backs, trust being better than gold in their line of work. By the spirits! If you say it's nothing it makes it even worse! Rakka looked at him, eager to know what the hell Elizar was planning. You fucking what? was her answer to his plan, still walking out of habit instead of stopping then and there and shaking him off to see if the blonde man could produce an answer that wasn't utter and complete bullshit. You want a fake wife so your backwater relatives don't bother you and instead of paying a human wench you decided to use me? disbelief was plaguing her face, Elizar couldn't be that stupid or desperate, but who knew what he was planning. I doubt that they have seen an orc in their entire lives, do they even fucking know that orcs only couple between themselves? Rakka said, deliberately not saying 'ourselves' there, since she was mostly an outcast and didn't fit the norm. They are going to freak the fuck out Rakka sighed. As long as the villagers don't try to chase me with torches like in the vintner job, I guess it will be fine she groaned, giving up and just awaiting to see why Elizar thought that such a thing was a good idea. The less they mentioned the vintner job the better, it had been months from that and it was still embarrassing the mess they were forced to deal with. Sampling both the contractor's merchandise and daughters may not have been their best idea, that was for sure. Click to expand... Well, if you could have listen to my great grand da' tell it, milling was more profitable then raiding was when he settled down, The blonde white skinned warrior shrugged. The logic had never made much since to him after all Raiding got his family the milling job, while milling got them...not enough to make another mill at any rate. Clearly one job paid off more. And that is basically why he sold his roughing services nowadays, wanting to replicate those same feats and strike it big. But yeah, mind on the present. Why would I pay a wench when I know you'd do it for free?' Elizar asked a bit confused. I mean, she wouldn't waste good money either, now would she? And don't worry wifey, my family is as illiterate as our last boss. They don't even know that Orcs are green, He said with a smile as one of his hands snaked around her shoulders and hugged her to his chest. Hah yes, the vintner job. He would have laughed his ass off seeing angry villagers chases off the horrible rapist monster that was his partner if he hadn't been dragged to a magester and almost forced to marry after that debacle. The dumbass' daughters hadn't even been that good! Eli, is that you? Asked a squeaking voice that dragged him out of his reverie as they finally got to his family land. Ella? He ask in wonder as a blonde missile came running out and tackled them both like a line backer. You big fucker, why didn't you say you'd be coming back? As what turned out to be a teenaged girl excitedly asked. His sister, he noted, was still as flat chested as he had last seen her 2 years ago when she was 13 before he went of the gain respectable employment murdering people. However, now at 15, she had evidently had blossomed in OTHER places. An ass so huge that you could honestly hitch up a cart to it jiggled to and fro from hips wide enough to hold them. Thick meaty legs revealed in short sights from her knee long skirt, the kind farm women used to help till the earth. Shoulder long hair held in two braided pig tails flowed down like yellow streams marking a beautiful baby face of a girl. Because messengers are a bunch of thieving bastards that up charge by the fucking breath? He reasonably asked, hoping that she could see his dilemma. As it turned out, she couldn't because she frowned at him before kicking him. In the chins. With a hard wood shoe. Goddamn it Ella, He moaned in pain as he dropped his green partner from his arms to nurse his grevious wound. Smiling at a well done job, Ella gave a started as she realized that her brother wasn't alone. Hoh I am sorry mis- She began before she stopped mid sentence to stare at her. -Why are you green? She asked in wonder getting weeeeeeeell with in Rakka's personal space to peer at her in awe.