The Lore Of Ihnak

Chapter 2-Hunt and emotions

Hunting was something I despised totally.not that I didn’t have the ability  to track and kill game but I found killing and taking lives despicable.I know most of you might call me a sissy or a weakling but I would like to remind you that my achievemnts are not a result of my power to kill but my power to show mercy.In my perspective if we cant give life like mother Nadur we don’t have no right to take them.hunt taught me a lot of skills more than barracks or makrahs have ever.

Now coming back to the story:Being twilight aligned the breed of orcs we are the sun doesn’t weaken us much neither does the moon strenghthen us unlike our cousins the Pohktans who are night based but scream like wussies when the sun hits their skin.Now where it leaves us yeah right we are versatile day or night we fight the same although at twilight our reflexes and stamina come at the peak which makes us unique among the orc tribes we know.But by our habits we are mostly nocturnal as we hunt or go to work or move around during the night.

Day  time is usually despised by the orc kind whoever we are.

I was hunting during the afternoon in this story much after my father’s reprimands and the fear of getting whacked across the behind by his strong paws was motivation enough.I climbed a tree clumsily a small one that and lay wait for my prey.

I bragged of being able to hunt a reindeer but at the same time I had never hunted anything bigger than a giant warthog which was fool’s luck I would like to add.It was a pregnant female  warthog who was carrying it’s offsprings in her mouth and by chance I camped near uneven ground and by chance it fell down.All I had was to strike it with arrows which I did as I always ace my archery examination.Archery is in my blood.My grandfather and even my father were ace and proven archers and here I wasn’t a disappointment.

My survival was at stake so I reluctantly had to kill the female warthog. I always despised spilling blood of the forest creatures and especially female ones.Unlike my peers who made it their favourite past time and to prove themselves more alpha.I took out my short sword and swiftly dispatched the boar in one swift blow to end it’s pain and suffering. I let the cubs three of them scram to the forest.Its been ages since.I am praying for fortune again.A few movements in the bushes ahead wake me up from my dawdling. I primed my bow and loaded an arrow and quickly pointed towards the sounds. I heard some grunts and there a warthog emerged huge as a small boulder. I panicked as this time I was not on uneven ground and this was a male warthog which is considerably deadlier than its female counterpart.It noticed me and I noticed it too and my eyes narrowed at his tail wbich sent me rolling  back to the past and I recalled that it was one of the cubs I spared it had a tail missing and the place where it had ben was missing and there was a spot of blood.The same warthog had returned and it wasn’t alone.He had some smaller  and weaker comrades alongside him,He was an alpha now th leader of his own pack.

I shot an arrow towards him but the arrow bounced off but it had made him a bit angrier than he originally was and had increased my chances at a slow painful death.

I did what a sensible orc should have done-I started to run.The alpha knocked the tree out so hard I fell to the ground-scared and injured.i thought this could be my grave but I planned out a strategy.i didn’t have much time as the warthog decied to take revenge on his late mother as it had registered his smell in his brain if they have or its stomach which is a topic of discussion.i lunged to my side and I took out my short sword and did quick three strikes to the giant hunk of a warthog in front of me.It squealed in terror and rushed behind as it bled viciously and signaled three of his grunts to move in to attack me as he rushed behind to watch and assess the situation.

I quickly stabbed one in the eye and made the blade reach the brain and killed it.The other two I injured with my arrows who lied down bleeding slowly to an imminent death.The warthogs started squealing and chaos started in the camp.The other warthogs  made way for their leader as they thought it was beyond them to deal with this orc.The warthog was looking at an angle to charge at me.I suddenly noticed a huge rock and I had an idea.i picked up a stone and pelted at the warthog and started running towards the rock as fast as my legs could take me.

I swear if one of the tusks were to hit me it would be the end of me but as soon as I reached the boulder I moved out of  the way and watch it slam its tusk into the boulder which it did.

All I remember was cracks in the boulder and a fountain of blood.There was panic among the warthogs as their once great leader came and lown at my feet while it bled to death.

Like I did to his mother I ended his pain with one blow.I was happy to get such a haul-an alpha and three grunts but deep down I realized the gravity of the thing I did.i took lives which I cannot give back.my practical side defended it by saying that hunt feeds you and keeps your dad’s paw from whacking my bottom.But I knew life was more than just grumbling bellies and sore bottoms.I sat on the boulder dead tired as I stared onto the blood red sunset.