No One Can Hear You

[Jutra 51]

Jutra set out to shear the sheep that were now eating up all the grass in the valley. The orcs had been breeding them to the point where their biological clock has stop working all together and not one of them were having babes.

"Just like me” Jutra sighed as she jumped on the back of a sheep to get it to lie down so she could start shearing it. Starting at the neck she started slowly and methodically trimming off the wool, avoiding the skin.

“Just like me, no cubbies for you, you’re too small to hold a litter of them”. Blah – being a 2 and ½ feet tall orc sucked, no getting around it. Jutra shifted herself down the sheep to continue on with the shearing, scowling as she did.

She was beginning to think maybe some Shaman mojo might fix that problem, “hmmm that just might work” she thought, then pursed her lips remembering the other reason for not bothering with the whole mating/cubby thing – those damn orc’s were not monogamous. Even the Wargoth or Rex or whatever his highness was being called now, had a second mate. She wrinkled her nose. “I would never want to be in either of their positions” –she snarled, thinking of the lifemate and second mate, the whole idea made her shudder in revulsion. “It doesn’t matter “she muttered to herself, deciding that she wouldn’t mate with any orc ever.

She worked silently on the sheep’s wool, quietly contemplating this last thought. “Unless they promise to Krug to be faithful to her and only her, then she might rethink the whole mate thing and ask for some mojo to grow her up a bit. “But I’m going to be a one and only lifemate” she declared to the sheep. “I’m not going to be anyone’s “one of many” that’s for sure,” determination laced through her words.

She wrestled the sheep beneath her roughly to its other side and started hacking at its wool with the shears. How many times would she have to tell some unproven orc that they wouldn’t want her for a mate, that she was too weak for them, that they should be looking for a strong mate to have cubbies with, not some tiny 2 ½ foot wimp like her. The sheep under her convulsed and went limp, she looked down at it and frowned, she had killed it in her anger.

Disgusted at what she had done, she stood up from the dead carcass. “I have lived in the wilds and survived, “her words loud and clear. “I have helped feed this nation, I have carved out a spot for me in this society, and I am someone here. I may never be able to best any orc but I have fought spiders, skeletons, and zombies and survived. I am not a coward, I am not soft, and I am not weak” the last words savagely roared.

Jutra looked around, surprised at her outburst. Silence surrounded her for the most part, the night had come and the soft bleating of the sheep and mooing of the few cows scattered around the area were the only audible sounds. She took a few cleansing breaths to help her calm down, on the way back to her burrow she thought ruefully, “No one can hear you.”

[Blawharag 277]

((Very well written story, excellent work.))

[Jarkarll 314]

(( enjoying your stories! Keep em coming!!!))

[Jutra 51]

((Thanks - these usually get written after something happens in game. I just need inspiration to get one started - can you guess what happened last night to poor Jutra?))

[Jarkarll 314]

((Thanks - these usually get written after something happens in game. I just need inspiration to get one started - can you guess what happened last night to poor Jutra?))

(( DAAAAAWW I could take a stab at it but i doubt i'd be that accurate. I'll PM you what i think it is so if i'm right, I don't ruin the suprise for others. ))

[Jutra 51]

Was a good guess Jarkarll.

[Ned Lud 1260]

((I have a pretty strange guess. Anyhow, I absolutely love these stories. Please keep 'em coming. This is probably one the most interesting characters I've seen so far.))

[Jarkarll 314]

Was a good guess Jarkarll.

(( ^_^ ))

[Jutra 51]

aww don't leave me in suspense - either PM or spill it here.

[Jarkarll 314]

-snip-

[Acornlad 206]

Please tell.

[Blawharag 277]

((Incidently, Blawharag has been spending time on top of the valley mountains and meditating. If you make a habit of yelling at yourself and killing live stock he will take notice. Yelling at yourself is all well and good, but just as you frown upon the slaughter of our livestock, so too does Blawharag. He gives no damns on the matter of you being the one who runs the farm.))

[Jutra 51]

(( I think you're just mad cause it was your favourite pink sheep))

[Blawharag 277]

((I like pink.))

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.